I dreamed that clowns were also called cowboy killers, and every cowboy had a clown somewhere … watching … waiting …
In my dream it was like you (the cowboy) would just catch glimpses of the clown out of the corner of your eye, closer and closer, until one day the clown was right there and that’s it, your ticket is up, it’s clown judgement day.
And I was thinking about this this morning and I was like “brain, that is not clowns you’re thinking of. that’s grim reapers.”
And my brain was like, “yes. clowns.”
If you weren’t aware that the coyotes noises in my area frequently sound like hysterical laughter I am happy to get to introduce you to this fact
