dream within a dream. i try to show this dream i am having to a friend, a dream about the end of or the limit of dreaming. the dream moves from my following a woman through her home while she talks about tv, onto an open space in a city. the buildings flicker, and at times i move through them like they are nothing. i try to take a picture to show my friend but my phone camera tells me there is nothing to see. i try to take a video and watch the world of the dream through my phone screen. the world changes as i watch through the screen. comes to resemble a video game. i dont remember waking up from that one to another. more dreams. dreams that dont know they are dreams. a graveyard for tv writers. its an honour to be buried close to Her but i dont know who She is. i follow a friend who died through an apartment complex that could be one of a few i knew growing up or into early adulthood. someone got door pronouns on commission, she/door. later i am some sort of anthropomorphic animal. i am getting on a bus to go to school. another turns to me, the only other animal. tells me (more or less) chin up, you look good. i become overwhelmed and hug him, and he calls me gay. on the bus the man who taught me modal logic rails against the habits of new students. at one point i was in a golden generation of graduating high schoolers. at another i offended someone by accident and someone else snickered at my use of "force magic" that they specialise in. in a strange school i slipped off to fuck the girl i swapped virginities with. i tell her she looks beautiful between kisses and she says so do you, and i remember that i transitioned. muddy fields, school friends, heavy rain, video games, tv. these things twist through those dreams. what more there was is already going from me.
