I dreamt last week that an amazing eggplant tree had blossomed on my roof overnight. And that a man with tattoos loved me. The love was kind and gentle. The eggplants hung like dozens of dark pendulums. When I went out to stand beneath the tree, the sunrise had smeared the sky pink, and it was so breathtaking that I had to get my camera to take a picture.
When I woke up, I was really kind of sad.