leach child

It started with my body in the exact same position as it really was. I was sleeping next to (Name Deleted) in her shitty cold and clammy studio up in a banlieue somewhere. My body was shaking with cold and need, but somehow I managed to fall asleep. In this dream, (Name Deleted) had a daughter, named Jolie. If I ever meet anyone who named their kid Jolie in real life, I will run the opposite way very fast. The child, about three, had beautiful blond curls, which was odd considering her heritage. It was the morning, and the child had slept in the same room as us, even though I hadn’t noticed her the night before. I asked to see her bed, and it turned out to be a bed of leaches. Then I understood that the little girl would actually turn into a bunch of leaches during the night. (Name Deleted) dressed the girl and told me she would be back later. By this point, she lived in a tree house in Montmartre. I was left babysitting the blond girl/leach bed thing. My mother was there and she made me try on a winter coat, which only turned out to be a dress, purple and long. The child kept hiding and I didn’t know what to do. I left the tree house, only to be driven back by my mother, she insisted we needed to stay there. Is it Christmas already, I asked.

She kind of looked like Marie Antoinette’s daughter, in that shitty ass movie by Sofia Coppola.