Strange Dreams/Delusions Run Amok

On Thursday I decided that I would write a play.  I didn't know that the decision would come with increasingly strange dreams, like every strange thing in my head decided to try and find a space to be seen.

Cellphones with heart beats... How weird.  The thumpity-thump thump in something that's dead.  Your heartbeat in your hand.

Clothes that repair themselves and you.

I wonder what she'd call this delusion...