Had a dream there was this serial killer dude people had given way too much deference to, assuming he was some other class of less deadly weirdo. He had a little theater where chicken patties were tacked to the seats, like he was pretending they were other people in the audience for whatever show he was screening, and he’d take dates in there. Later on it was like, the chicken patties are people maybe. One of his dates found out he’d bailed on her during the show and left a large chicken patty in his place to fool her. Because that works, right?
I’m so tired.