This was a dream which took place on an American beach.
The beach was probably located on the Gulf Coast.
A girl was walking her feet on the sand. Prints happened.
She was tired and thirsty and looking for a blanket.
Maybe a crab pinched her toe. Maybe her tampon was too soggy.
She might have left the sunblock at home. She was probably blistered.
This was a dream. She died for some reason and bitched about it.
Jesus apologized. It was the only way.
“Why didn’t you come down in the form of a hot beach bum
and carry my tired ass?” the girl asked The Lord Jesus Christ.
“You were too heavy. And I had other fish to fry.”
This dream did not make for a terribly pretty plaque.