Dreams I

A few nights ago, I dreamt of this:

A quiet, sleepy afternoon, basking in the sun with my cousin Harryette.  My DSLR materializes in my hands and I take her picture.  A polaroid immediately pops up from the wind and my hand catches it.  The image isn't exactly her, but a hologram of a child whose eyes showed something that was vaguely eerie.

I awoke from the sleep after hearing Tess' paws pounding at my door, wanting to be let in.  I immediately thought "why is my amygdala doing this?"

Later that morning, I read of mass shootings in Washington D.C.