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
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