I'm a rabbit girl who lives in a Beatrix croft. But this was never England. New Orleans? Humid, hot. My garden teems with luscious vegs, but flowers too. Till now. This damn damp has rotted all; dead roses ring my hut. Clearing them by hand, my poor paws hit zombie thorns, mummified fangs defending just black rot. My life's animal; far as I can, stay simple! I think personhood's like pepper; sprinkle sparingly. But I do know blade and fire; and now I choose that power. Burn the roses. Surgical char, so roots will rise next year... but thorns flare into torches, and every brittle flower shimmers like a burning book. I'm Hitler--for an hour.

NOTES IN THE MORNING

• I'm not me: in my dreams this usually marks an important dream, and often a predictive one. The mood is strange too. Usually my genderbent and species-bent dreams really are kinda Beatrix Potter-ish--sexy, happy. Not tonight. Cute bunny... with a blowtorch!?
• Rabbit girl: online I saw a pinup of Judy Hopps, the first rabbit to make it as a cop in Zootopia. But she ain't just a cute bunny. She foiled a Trumplike plot--racebait, divide Zootopia, spread fear, then take over in the name of security.
• Heat can sterilize disease: my scalp's been itchy. Showered with stinging hot water. Will it help? Dream suggests yes, do this regularly.
• Roses burn like books: I just read Brandon Sanderson's The Frugal Wizard's Guide for Surviving Medieval England. Man wakes amnesic in a field. Around him flutter the scorched pages of a book--apparently his travel guide.
• Hitler and his book-burning: I also just read Rachel Maddow's Prequel, on America's last big fascist movement. Charles Lindbergh, Henry Ford (Elon Musk, anyone?), senators, congressmen, the Klan, megachurch leaders... all funded by Hitler. Though it wasn't one-way. Hitler studied our segregation laws--and the Klan.

Despite the Beatrix Potter pelt--bunny, garden, flowers--this dream's starkly political. I fear that in 2025 Republicans will try a second coup. After Hurricane Katrina, the mold and rot in New Orleans was toxic; homes polluted had to be razed. This current rot, my dream warns, is equally deadly and demands eradication. I'm an inherently meek creature, but my reason warns me that if the GOP rejects election results again, this time we have to treat treason, insurrection and civil war as treason, insurrection and civil war. Burn the rot away.

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