Last night…

I dreamt my aunt was a werewolf. We were in our house in Jersey and she didn’t want to leave, but I did because it was already 10:30, and if we hit traffic on our way to NY, she would turn into a werewolf and kill me in the car.

Turned out she didn’t want to leave because our Tita Paz didn’t invite her out, she started crying. I said, “it’s okay, she’s just busy, next time you suggest a date to get together.” Deep down I knew it was because Tita Paz had a family and had all these priorities, but I felt too guilty knowing this to point it out.

Then I hid in a room my aunt concealed to the hallway wall by building a cardboard wall that resembled the wood around the door.