I woke up as a turkey today. It’s funny because I dreamed of Thanksgiving last night. My family and I were sitting around the table and I heard my mom say “Becky if you eat much more you are going to turn into a turkey.” 

    Now that I think about it the day before I woke up as a cat. I had dreamt of my cat eating the flies in the window and enjoying a late afternoon nap.  

    And the day before that I woke up as a bee. I dreamt that I had fallen into a beehive and was covered in bee stings from disturbing them.

    And the day before that I woke up as an ant. I dreamt that I was eating pizza in the hall and the ants swarmed in wanting me to feed them. When I refused, they just kept multiplying.

    I noticed a pattern. Whatever I dream the night before I wake up, I shapeshift to that animal and awake to be them. I miss being just a girl that lives in Oklahoma. I miss having to hide every morning before going downstairs for the dream to wear off. I miss being me. I miss being Becky.