Hey, Red.

Yesterday, I dreamt that I saw a middle-aged Australian couple holding hands and walking down the street. I had to do a double-take, though, because I noticed that there was actually a third, much shorter, ghost-like person also holding onto them. Just then, the ghost-person turned into a regular person; a little ginger boy. I wanted to hold someone's hand too, so I approached him, but his hand was frightfully cold. When I asked him why, he responded angerly:


"You'd be cold too if you didn't have a soul!"


Then I woke up.


I love gingers. I really do. But my subconscious thinks it's a comedian.