Saturday morning:
musicin68 cheered and shouted directions while Ed played a video game. His character hopped or glided towards a hexagon of honeycomb tiles; a white spiral (the Vortex spiral?) spun overhead, or maybe it was etched into the platform. Every tile held a small navy pip or a jelly-like finger-puppet monster. I told Ed to aim for the purple
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Now and then, I forget this only applies to other people with their own dreams, not the way they show up in mine. Unless my subconscious mind is an intuitive genius.
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