The Burning Man
Last night I had a dream. I met the Burning Man. He was strapped to a golden frame, to protect people from his touch, but he had burned away the straps and melted the frame. If he touches you, you burn. He touched me, and I fell in love. But there was another person who the Burning Man had touched, a man who dressed all in leather. I wore only black and white, and a red plastic corset to keep my back straight. We were rivals for the Burning Man's love.
Later on, a child in a swimming pool asked me if unicorns were real. I thought really hard about it, and then said that they were.
Later on, a child in a swimming pool asked me if unicorns were real. I thought really hard about it, and then said that they were.