i dreamt i sneaked into a gelato factory and inside all the machines were done up like small yachts except they were only half yachts, with the bottom half being just the floor. i touched the silver railings as i chased elementary school students around, perhaps being one of them too, and i avoided puddles of melted raspberry flavoring on the dirty ground. the doors were painted pastel green with pink stripes. i looked and looked but there was no gelato to be found.