Dream no. ???
Had somehow fused into a different reality close to ours. But found my way to Indiana house, the people theee were different. My dad was sort of there and there was a girl and a guy. And there is some sort of thing out in the world to be feared but more than normal. Think tornado but personified. There was also an extremely large amount of “GoodHousekeeping” magazines.
I move into a city space, Michel isn’t here. I think I’m in Chicago. Slowly there’s something that transforms and I’m with people that are trying to fix the city. Something is wrong. I’m in a car though, a van. We drive to the safe house. It has three floors and wood paneling.
I’m really confused. There’s different moments where I’m searching for my normalcy but I’m slowly realizing I’m not actually where I think I am. The smell of wood veneer and adhesive. Reba is with me but dogs aren’t always let inside. She’s my comfort a left over from the other reality that I hold dear. She supports me, so soft.
There’s a heist with sneakers. Some person is supporting this group financially and I’m not sure how.
Following this I keep writing notes to Michel, with things I’m sure exist in both our worlds. I miss you, please come back. My love where are you. Tears.
I come across the woman after crying, I’d seen her in the house before. She uses this small scanner and gasps. Ok you’re more than the last person was. They just exploded when we transformed and needed their help.
But you, you’re a little over half of both worlds. You might work. I stare into the tube-tv (which is next to a flatscreen that doesn’t work).
There are ghastly creatures I look away. She tells me how we, we can see every moment of our lives and everyone else’s. See how everything transforms through time. Flows in and out and begins anew.
We are able to shift our appearances.
You have a mission. You are going to become one of your past lives. He is wealthy and our benefactor. A famous actor named chad. I now am no long me, but a smaller girl. The girl that was at my parents house. We fused somehow.
We leave with a duffle bag in hand. I can sense the money I have in the bank, I have $32k in an envelope just in case.
I start walking in the grim city towards what I think is my area where I live, wheee chad lives. There is a group of people around me, as I start to shift into the transformation. They are fanatics. Chasing me as I run wanting just to get a glimpse. I get through the gate and the colors completely change. The small folk chasing me stop, but the police officer wants my signature. Chads signature. The guard at the post says this is out of your jurisdiction. But he wants to get to me. He gets over it and leaves. There’s the three of us now. I’m myself the girl and the woman are behind. I am noticed and say hello
To everyone. You can tell this place is a fake utopia for folks with money. It’s brighter here. Literally grass is greener kind of theme. I try switch between two consciousnesses/viewpoints of the girl and myself. I see chad looking for a car trying to figure out what house is his. For a wealthy area there is a significant amount of construction happening. He finds a motorcycle goes back and forth with no luck. We come across some women in blue shirts that ask questions to questionable people. Like “m’am you can’t be here or are you homeless” aggressive hand for such nice looking people. I ask for their help and they say absolutely mr. chad. You can ALWAYS ask us for help and we will be there. I say we came back from a long night of partying and I can’t seem to find my way back home. All I can think about is the new house I’m building. Can you help? Yes, she says. But the gate you can through you have to realize it’s over an hours drive to the destination you requested. And you three will not fit on the motorcycle. Follow me. We follow three blocks. Small talk about her and how she is. She says no one ever asks us and is thankful. I oblige. Continuing to a church. We walked past and to a smaller door that looks like it converts into a garage door. But is a arched door. She knocks. There’s two doors. She goes in and has a conversation from another door. That secondary door closes. She stops and pulls a rectangular fan out of the bowl where a few stand up right. She meditates with it. It’s smoldering. She then opens a Silver cylindrical vase that is heavily embossed with religious vignettes to extinguishing. She comes back and leaves with telling us they will help. Originally there seemed to be some sort of secrey involved in this. Something hush hush. The woman explains what the helper did. She was praying an old way something we don’t really do anymore. As she continues to talk about it. Chad is let in and goes into another space. I’m in the consciousness of the two girl and woman. They realize he’s gone and open the door and don’t see him in the waiting area. They go through the other door, it’s terrifying. To
Find for figures. An older man a patriarch of the church. Older and fat with suspenders on. A maroon tie and a beige dress shirt. It’s thin but expensive. Another man in his forties, maybe the deacon. In a grey dusty suit. The whole room is dust filtered. There’s a deadpan couch where chad is sitting. There’s a 10 year old in slacks and a dress shirt messily looking through books about dinosaurs.
The two of use creep in, chad stands up and I sits on giving us chairs, the patriarch is put aside and almost frustrated by chads active ness. The rich are not supposed to be so active in something a servant could do. There’s a stack of black
Lacquer chairs between two bookcases. I go to grab them. They’re set into each other to form one chair but apart still function. I turn around and they’re already in other chairs. I sit down on the sea foam leather couch with the woman. We start talking about small chat. This new house I’m building out in the boonies. It’s just two sticks at the moment. The patriarch is upset and confused. Why is this person so willing to do physical things? Why not hire a crane?
They begin talking about how we can help them. They’re the resistance against this fight and separation. They see how I want to help.
