Soft Humanlast spring, I dreamt that I was at a summer solstice party at my parents house. I was surrounded by friends that I didnt recognize, but in the moment I knew them. there was a man, but I didnt see his face (I never see his face). he had a lot of rips in his jeans and wherever his skin would show, flowers were there instead. bright ones. we were moving around a lot, in sync with each other. at one point we were all lying on the ground and it looked