unfortunately, I woke up.

Dreamt I was deep in a World War III Resistance Movement last night. All sorts of amazing---the dark urban backdrop, some shiny-silver high-tech gadgets, a particularly moving scene where an overwhelming nostalgia for a once peaceful and bright childhood (shown in polaroids and post-marked mail) was juxtaposed against air raid sirens and orphans in fallout shelters while the sky shook overhead. But mostly amazing because my trusty sidekick whistled while he worked and also I was wearing these:


Which is when I knew for sure I had to be dreaming because my mother would cry if she even thought I would wear them.

{ but . . . maybe I would? }