Phone Calls

Date: 10/8/2016

In my dream, there was a family similar to mine, except I was dating an arsehole named Brad. we started receiving phone calls from a voice that sounded like him, bit wasn't, as shown by the scene when he was being arrested outside my house. There was snow, as though it were mid-winter in Dallas, and I could almost, but not quite, see dried locusts against a white background flashing by at random intervals.