Listen, lady. Last month I was living a normal life.
Then I start dreaming I'm an angry turtle man with four balls.
I have armor in my closet to prove I am one. My friends have dreams that prove I am one.
My kid is psychic. She makes people feel her feelings. She picks up on our feelings. And this morning she shattered all our windows after a very bad dream involving giving birth to what I guess was a child who brings on the apocalypse the way she's carrying on about it. We're dealing with it.
I am not crazy. This is happening. You felt it. It's real. It's nothing to panic about.