Last night I dreamt I walked into the kitchen and we suddenly had a roll of paper towels. There were all sorts of people living in our house and I kissed them, one by one. There was a man playing the banjo with food in his beard. My Uncle Billy was there telling my mother she should wear more jumpsuits. A little girl wearing a leotard was ice skating across my living room. When she turned to smile at me, several of her teeth were missing. My sixth grade teacher was there holding a tray. A lion was jumping up and down trying to reach whatever was on the tray. Mrs. Marshall held the tray up higher and higher. Everyone talked about the tray. What was on it? Why was Mrs. Marshall being such a bitch about it?

A young boy with a dirty face looked up at me and pointed to the other people.

“A man keeps bringing them,” he said.

I will now interpret this dream:

We’re out of paper towels.