me: I don't know... I keep having that dream. Where there's a man at my door just pounding and pounding making some kind of barking noise. All the tree branches outside my window are making this, t-this wretched scraping squealing noise against my window. The winds blowing, there's thunder in the distance, I try to cover my hands but my hands are puppet hands..... I just don't know what it means. The mans screaming MY name, but there's no way I know him, his voice is so unfamiliar, but so clear, like he's in my fucking ears,
therapist: You said you have puppet hands in this?
me: Yeah, everything's puppet.


















