In my dream the lips are odd and not as exciting as I thought they would be once they are on. We decide to send the pudgy cartoons down the zip lines at each other so they can splat once they collide.

In my dream a young person did something stupid at an event, I said something mean in response and then, to atone, allowed a series of young people to humiliate me in increasingly cruel ways.

In my dream every apartment means a cycle of imprisonment, escape and chase: he’s in there,will kill me, so I jump through windows, leap across roofs and take different routes though streets to try to escape once and for all. But no: another cycle.