Glitter

I've dreamt of glitter.
Last night
I was glitter and throwing it in the air
to attract butterflies
Or to feed them
And of course the glitter was
gross, mixed
Every color together
Like the glitter glue I made in real life.

(I also dreamt of a beautiful three-layer cake that failed in various ways and turned into a gymnastics contest)

(Before I forget, a few nights ago I dreamed my parents were renewing their vows. My mother was wearing dad's mom's dress - which looks nothing like hers in real life - an off-white many-transparent-layers piece. There was am old-fashioned carriage and my dad's dad was there to take me to the bathroom in a sort of 1800s-ish restaurant with friendly staff who didn't mind if we weren't customers. I also f eamt of a boxing ring-likr structure with little men, hundreds of them, lining the ropes and bars, red grey and blue to match the surface they were on.  They had to move at one pont.  I became one of them and began cursing because although they were having no trouble,  I could not keep my balance. )

I dreamed of glitter again
just now
It was a nightmare
Sophie came from africa and found me
She braided my hair even though i had work the next day
I went to school
She followed me
Suddenly glitter was dropping everywhere from my hair
And students were making mean commments about me getting braided in school.
I am in Eric's car.
Eric hates glitter.
I am in the backseat
Maybe he won't notice
The boy who was next to me in class is next to eric.
Eric is driving on the right side of the car like they do in kenya.w
This boy's desk was covered in glitter.
He tells eric about my glitter hair.  Immediately Eric checks all the functions of his car.
He is afraid the glitter has cursed them.
He is satisfied.
When we were together,
He would check the functions of his car before he would check my functions.
I realized that
In my dream
And it was true in the dream
And in real life
And it hurt.