The parking lot hummed with nervous energy as storm clouds gathered overhead, casting a concerning darkness over hurried shoppers. A lone shopping cart caught my eye, with its contents- a large pack of paper towels- seemingly abandoned amid the growing chaos. Curiosity piqued- I noticed a receipt nestled nearby, a name revealing itself: Charlie.

My gaze swept across the lot, landing on a slender figure whose curly black hair danced wildly in the mounting wind. His deep brown complexion melding beautifully with the brooding sky behind him, a nervous tension etching his features. “Charlie?” I called out, holding the paper towels aloft.

His eyes brightened with recognition. “These are yours,” I said, extending the package. A quick glance at the receipt confirmed his last name: Kirk. A wry smile crossed my lips. “I bet you’ve been hearing a lot about your name lately,” I ventured, a hint of playful curiosity in my voice; “I got called Dahmer a lot after the Netflix special,” I added, referencing my striking similarity to the character.

I think the moral of this dream is “don’t forget your paper towels when there’s a hurricane coming” and also even if you’ve only ever eaten one bite of one guy who consented that if you tell people about it they’ll call you Dahmer and it will plague you even in your dreams. What do you think?