Autojournaliferous updatistic gizmologousness

Strange dreams. Vivid, too vivid actually. Almost as if alive. And the perspectives even made them weirder.

He saw themselves, all 6 of them laying neatly in their beds, asleep. None of them stirred. Then he felt himself move, and do things, he never even began to understand.

Driving a what?
Working on a what?
Going where?
And who are all these people around him, anyway? They seem to know him, and he seems to know them as well, although couldn’t for the life of him tell where from, or how long.

He looked back over his shoulder, and from the corner of his eye  he caught something. On the verge of perception, like a mirage, there shimmered some kind of forcefield, and on the other side of the field, he caught glimpse of six figures turning simultaneously in their sleep. Dreaming.

This was so confusing, that Flix almost awoke, but in dreams everything makes perfect sense in the end - this was no exception. The dreamers tossed and turned a little, and in a little while all he could feel was the slow, monotonous rise and fall of six little chests.

Peace.

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Ps: I’m still alive, and missing you, even though the Dreamworld has swallowed me whole, and there are always complications to everything, so my return is still ever-so-improbable. I’m lurking here though, and hope to gather enough time and money to make the plunge back in the “real” world

Hugs/pats/waves,

Flix/Gál