he had two things to rememberhe remembered for when he woke in the morning from dreaming 

he told himself  Remember

                           then he went back to sleep it was not unusual for him to return to a same page or return after a station break or breaks or commercials like heading into the kitchen and returning with a snack sitting down just as the teleplay or sitcom resumes

his resumes might have been vaulted if dreams were more frequently discussed

among in his circlehis Venn diagram its intersections he was the only one who continually brought up or referred to dreams

the others copped out Yeah, no, if I dream, I suppose I do, I must, huh? I don’t remember anything, never do.

he disliked the term never

he sought not to use it

the two things he told himself to remember were waiting for him when he woke

like the sun rising like the sun coming through his uncovered windows

one disturbing   he brings a gun to a fistfight

the second was that for most of the dream it was confined to what he could seethey could see through a square portal which heof the two sometimes they were more didnt believe it was a portal but rather a porthole albeit odd because it was square That’s a window, screwball, not a porthole, a porthole is also called a bull’s-eye or a bull’s-eye window; it’s round, so a porthole can’t be square.

the one with the mouth full of words was the one who brought a gun to a fistfight   he didnt like to fight

who he belittled likely because he had a gun was the one who preferred the square porthole

they tolerated each other

which was apparent because one wasnt dead

the one who wasnt dead was the one who liked to fighthe loved fistfights

he loved them because they were fun

You think they were fun? Why? Weren’t you usually the one who got beatup?

Not all the time

Most of the time.

Only most of the time because when I learned my lessons and began winning the others didnt want to lose Which is to say they didnt want to learn the strategies they inadvertently taught me 

They didnt want to be students of the game

The game of fighting?

The game of fighting or what once was fighting  Now its all about winning Annihilation  Overwhelming force

Which is wh . .

. . Why  you bring a gun to a fistfight

Yes. You say that in a way that I ought to be ashamed of myself.

I happy thats occurred to you

I’m not ashamed.

I said Im happy it occurred to you not that you were

I’m not.

You wouldnt be

About your square porthole.

Yes

You thought of it as a porthole, rather than a por . .

. . Which you thought it might b . .

. . I did. To finish, you’re always interrupting, so abrupt; to finish . .  

I am abrupt

You are, probably helps in fistfights, but as I was saying, to finish my thought, by thinking of it as a porthole, rather than a portal, you gave yourself a chance to manipulate it.

Yes An I think youd agree that that was a good thing

Yes. Yes, I’m afraid so; I’m afraid that I was willing to submit, to let things simply pass by and be lost, be satisfied with what I, we . .

. . No You using I was correct You  You not we

Okay. I was  satisfied  to accept what the portal revealed.

But after it passed you werent really  satisfied

No.  No, I was not satisfied.

Neither was I Which is why I took a chance imagining that it was a porthole that could be manipulated Tilted  Turned So I we could continue to see what passed

However, you are the dreaming-self; I am the dreamed-self.

You could put the gun down and bunch your fist

I could, I could. Maybe if I threw it awa . .

. . So one of the others wouldnt pick it up

To be honest; yes.

You assume the others would be like you But as we know theyre unlike either of us which is why they exist Theyre facets of us  Still though unlike us

And why we call on them?

Im not too sure call is appropriate They certainly muddy the waterseh

They do. It’s nice to have them . . on occasion.

Theyre a gas

If I could ask.

Always

Were the breasts what provoked you to conceive that it was porthole that could be turned to follow them rather than accept it as a static, fixed portal?

You fuckin kiddin me

                      Those breasts were amazing

Yes. And then we got to see every bit of her.

Every bit Sometimes leaving something to the imagination just doesnt cut it

Amen oops.

Ill allow it Ooh dreamed-one dont make a habit of it You can be replaced  Gun or not

0804,  Saturday,  13  6. 20

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