Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness

After a string of nightmares lately, I'm glad that the dream I woke up from this morning featured me getting a haircut (and getting it dyed sky-blue!), going to a pub, and having back a cool leather jacket I don't have any more. I took a selfie of me with my blue hair and cool jacket and beer in the pub and I was so happy.

I remember the beer was called "Oat Stout" (oatmeal stout is a thing, though my dreaming brain conjured up a completely incorrect color for it, sheesh brain!) and diffrentcolours and I were calling it "Stoat Out" which seems one hundred percent a thing we'd actually do.