Bossy’s dream took place within the five-minute interval of Bossy’s snooze alarm because Bossy has a complicated relationship with sleep where complicated equals she doesn’t get any.
In the dream, Bossy was staying in a house that belonged to a faceless friend of a faceless friend, and Bossy had just descended a long staircase in search of a legal pad. That’s when she spied her:
She’s Caroline Kennedy, and in Bossy’s dream Caroline was leaning on a settee placing a bandage on her big toe which she then shoved back into a black flat, and the reason Bossy knows it was a settee and not a couch is because, hello? Caroline. Kennedy.
And in the dream Bossy was thinking how cool it was that she knew Caroline Kennedy and that Caroline Kennedy knew her, even if Bossy only saw her leaning on settees belonging to faceless friends of faceless friends.
As Bossy stood there she wondered if she could ask Caroline Kennedy to become her Facebook friend, but then Bossy thought probably not, because that would expose all of the famous friends and family Caroline no doubt had on her Facebook page, like John F. Kennedy, Jr.
You see, in Bossy’s dream, John F. Kennedy, Jr. was still alive because Bossy has a complicated relationship with death, where complicated equals she never remembers when someone died.