dream inxs
this morning i dreamt i was hanging out with michael hutchence on a beach with two other australians, a guy who kept calling me “love” and a blonde girl who was apparently my best friend. michael was charming, and fun, and we traipsed around the beach in loose cotton clothing over our swimsuits and drank cocktails. i woke up genuinely saddened that michael wasn’t alive, even though he died in 1997.
