Walking up the street, look back and see clouds shaped like an angel. Think hmmm. Look ahead and see more shaped clouds. Think someone is doing cloud art, then that it’s the apocalypse.
Hanging out at someone’s house, Holly and Glendon are going ready to leave, but their dog has peed in its carrier. Take it out to let it finish, it runs away and into the street/next yard. Walk over and there’s a fairy there under a bush. I ask it what it wants, and it says to go to this place across town. I look again and there’s a flyer for a Catholic thing there. I decide it’s a rip off and walk back. The dog runs through some tube thing with padding in it. Glendon says is loves to do that.
At 1023, just got home, have to sleep on the floor in the living room. Get up and go into the kitchen.