Green Dreams, Hard Evidence
This week has been… a lot. I told you about Wednesday, when I woke up dead. Thursday turned everything red and somehow I’m not even entirely sure if I actually woke up yesterday, or if I just dreamed all of it. What I do remember is this: I needed to go to a club (duh…). Except there was no club. There was going to a highway. And the club was about to be demolished, so we had exactly one night left to party like there’s no tomorrow.
The crowd reflected the urgency. Humans, aliens, cyborgs, and a few species I’m still not qualified to identify. That might be on me. Although, to be fair, I did learn a bit more about aliens last night.
So yes, I’m choosing to believe it was a dream. A very specific dream. The kind you only get in Hera’s Gigerpunk sim, where everything already feels unreal before you start asking questions about it.
They say your brain processes things in dreams. So when everything turned green, I’m calling that coping. A response to blue at VICE, red at Rote Hase, or maybe both layered on top of each other until my subconscious gave up and picked a new color entirely.
Dreams have their advantages. You can do whatever you want. Not that I usually don’t, but in reality people tend to remember. They bring things up. Sometimes at the worst possible moment. In dreams, you get a pass. Things fade. Details blur. Accountability dissolves. At least, that’s what I thought.
So someone please explain to me why I woke up with a full set of photos.
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