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I took a big raw spoonful of the dry, salty, made for homeless dudes’ meal Josh had prepared and kept flipping through the channels. I finally found some Simpson’s reruns and kept that on, but before I knew it I was half asleep on the couch. Don’t worry; I didn’t do much else that day.
While I slept, I had some weird dreams. I was pretty experienced with lucid dreams and their vague meanings, but this was new to me. I found myself in a mall that somehow seemed familiar, which isn’t that uncommon, since every dream I have seems to be in an area that feels every familiar. The place was pretty packed and I was alone, but I kept walking around trying to talk to people. Everyone I went up to just looked at me all weird and turned away looking very disturbed. I don’t know what the fuck their problem was, but not a single soul would talk to me or even have the nerve to look into my eyes. I managed to find some girl I think I knew, even though the name that came to mind in my dream head was nothing what she looked like; she still talked to me. I asked her what it felt like to be a character in my dream world, a figment of my imagination, a manifestation of my subconscious; and she told me it was pretty much the same as in waking life. I looked at her all puzzled like as she walked away with a smirk on her face, but the face wasn’t really hers, yet one I had put on her as I saw fit. She sustained that grin beneath her mask as she stepped a few feet away, which somehow caused some slow-mo explosion in my field of vision. Shapes became obsolete and objects turned into chaotic balls of colourful energy as she turned a bright white noise whose eyes told me my life story and future in an instant. I rubbed my eyes and sat down on one of those benches by the waterfall type attraction in the centre of the mall and started to think. All that I saw, dream world, waking life; same thing. All that I see is all I want it to be, a creation of what I think. I looked around and saw corpses walking around with smiles on their faces as they drifted in and out of the stores; bags in one hand and wallets in the other, as they bought their way to heaven, one shirt at a time.
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