So I’ve been writing about PJ lately in my journal for Marceline. I write about everyone in there. I want something I can hand off to her, as an adult, to sort of read about me, my family and life.

I think that came forward about a dream involving PJ. It was this strange dream that took place part in Queensbury, part on a Boardwalk in Delaware. And PJ was a child, maybe 10 or so in my dream, while I was still an adult.

In the dream we were trying a new ice cream shop, but the ice cream shop only had berry flavored ice cream treats. I am not a fan of berries – pretty much any berry – so anything with berries in it I won’t eat. So my family asks me to watch PJ while they all get ice cream.

PJ and I walk over to the playground of my childhood. This large wooden playground that was behind the elementary school I went to. It was build when I was a child and I remember many times running through this giant wooden structure extremely gleefully only to bash my head off a low hanging wooden beam. But that’s neither here nor there.

PJ starts to run off and play, and someone calls me over. I’m not sure who this guy is, but he acts like we are good friends and I seem to accept that. He asks if I play this video game, and I say no, I’ve never played it. That it isn’t something that interests me. But then I ask him about my phone. I say I downloaded some app onto my iphone (I haven’t had an iphone in years) and it has essentially bricked my phone. All I have is a giant ad on my screen and can’t get past it. I’ve tried restarting it, no avail. My friend says he can’t help me.

My family starts to mosey over from the ice cream shop. They ask where PJ is. I become aware that PJ is trapped on my phone. Stuck in a picture. Somehow he got into my phone and now, because of that app bricking my phone, I can’t show them that PJ is safe in my phone – for some reason in my dream it is totally normal for him to be in my phone.

I start to panic and can’t explain why PJ is nowhere to be found. My family can’t understand what I am saying about PJ being trapped in my phone. All they see is the ad on my screen that I can’t get rid of.

That’s where my dream ends. It wasn’t the only dream I had last night, but definitely was the weirdest.