Our-Pretentious-Fall

On the first night I dreamt of evanescent leopards, suffocating deserts and brilliant, silver moons. I’d go out walking, I really would; but my dog’s too old and my cat hates me. On the second night I dreamt of flying pigs, fires with faces like old men, and a banana tree that could feel. I was going to go out with my friends; instead I stayed home and poked holes in my religion. On the third night I dreamt of ravens with green wings, Russian men with guns and trains moving through snow. I felt invincible and ethereal and I was going to save the world; but it was raining and a school night. Her name meant Star, so it was ironi