The Internal and Subconscious World of DropTherapy

I had a dream where I was at someone's house. I remember being in the pool and in the laundry room, where I overheard someone say that those who hasn't had sex yet would often do it with mothers that aren't their own so there's less judgement.

After that, I was at the upper level of a pretty nice appartment with my dream friend, Calvin. They seemed aware of their creation and asked of their origin and what I call them. I told them that I refer to them as Calvin and they got really mad at me, screeching and asking why I gave a native american a white person's name. They left and I put on some non-existent music immidiately after it all happened. The album cover on my phone was that of a statue of Buddha, but I don't remember what the song sounded like. If I recall, I began to write a song expressing my regret, for whatever reason referring to calvin as Mackerole.

Afterwards, I went outside in order to feel better and hung out with some Australian people who were eating some homemade coleslaw.