Hello again, world! Wanna read a story? Only got a minute?
I had a dream, once. Heard my friend’s voice calling me from the living room, calling up the stairs, telling me, of all things, to come climb into the television.
“I figured it out!” the voice is yelling, all excited. “I got into a parallel universe, or something! Inside the TV! Oh man, it’s super weird in here — come see, come see!”
So in my dream I leap up, run downstairs, the TV’s on but the screen is blank, and nobody’s there. And you know, weird things are easy in dreams, so I just kind of haul up and climb into the screen like it’s no biggie, like I’m just looking for my friend.
I think I remember some colors? A sensation of falling, maybe. But that’s it; then the dream ends.
I woke up on the floor in front of the television. And I did often sleepwalk, then. Just to be cruel about it.
What a thing for a brain to do to itself.
I tried…I tried to go back to work, to live my life, to shake it off. But…well, you know how there are always things that don’t feel right, or look right, or seem right? Deja vu, glitches in the Matrix, heh. They’re just part of life.
Normally they’re perfectly safe. But that’s the trick. Those things, they’re usually safe, because you don’t know. Because you don’t have enough evidence to really doubt it, to doubt reality.
Once you do know…they eat you alive.