a tailored dystopia suffering
though not unkind selfsuffering entered interrupted his dream
in it he was able to access could lucid dream
enable himself
holograms feathered people he knew to live
againexist again they
were dead they talkedjokedlaughed were animated realised their gestures
tics moved around allabout him
which
was queer
because a crushingmajority if he had to put a number on it 99pointsomething
of people he dreamed interacted with were
strangers
a goodly majority strange
he heard himself ask
Why are you doing this
he was abruptWhy
don you shutup
one by one he deployed them hologramed them
he could have opened the wholelot at oncesurrounded himself
but that would have killed himDIED of a broken heart
instead
joyfully suffered them one by one
until he was exhausted
lucidly he shuttered the holograms
to actually sleep
engendered worthlessentertaining
commercial breaks to take him to waking
he woke with tears in his eyes
heart tears
darkAM, Monday,
26 8. 24
1023, Monday
Doors People Are Strange https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N23X70m37L8
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