Bubble over spilling unto me

What's up with this boredom and invasion. They fly down from the rafters like spiders upon their prey. They don't quite snatch up everything to devour but rather nibble slowly. Gnawing inside.

In her magic show I played the Clown

The seem on this dream is beginning to tear. No more card tricks, I wanna play solataire. That's from a song. Go figure. I don't write that well. My hands are very very dry. No moisture. Nothing. dry. That's just how it is sometimes I guess.