Wednesday, May 20, 2026

To Imane, pt 87

A weird dream that I will describe, even though it's not interesting. I was a homeless person who sneaked or snuck into your house either to talk to your or just wanting somewhere to sleep. Several normal people were already there. I saw you waking up on a couch but did not try to talk to you. People discussed kicking me out but I claimed that I would leave if you wanted me to. I pretended to sleep so that would people would not disturb me; someone poked my face and pushed my upper lip down to try to show that I was awake, but found that doing so made my face look cuter and inoffensive and was therefore ineffective in convincing other people that I should be kicked out. Through a window I saw you doing a photoshoot, in which you did various poses, but I was not impressed.

Maybe I left on my own volition; after being outside, I somehow ended up in a restaurant. I looked for evidence that the food was free, until I finally spotted some prices which showed that it was not free. Someone accused me of having eaten their food of like fried beans, which clearly had been eaten by someone. I asked what the person who had eaten their food looked like, and they said it was a person wearing a pink shirt, and I pointed out that I was not wearing a pink shirt. I was going to mention that in the duffel bag I was carrying was a pink shirt (in real life I do have a faded pink shirt, that says United States Army Est (star) 1775 and has a 24-cm tear under one arm that renders it unusable) but the conversation never got to that point. They were saying something to me that I don't remember, because I got distracted by the fact that they were using sign language. I tried to point out that I didn't know sign language and they started to explain what the word sign meant, or something.

I wouldn't have woken up if I didn't have something to say, which was this:

I wonder, if you can invent things to make yourself happy, can you invent things to make yourself unhappy too... how often does this happen?

How often do we remember it?


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