One time I said I was going to start remembering my dreams and then I failed to do that because it's really hard but here's something that's not hard: scrolling.
My sister and her husband watch a lot of reels on Instagram and they like a lot of them and I see them and I like to imagine that reels are like a collective unconscious, kind of like a dream state but definitely with more problematic implications, and when they both like a short video of a little plastic figurine sitting in a pot of boiling orange liquid and the camera pans up to a night sky when the sun has just sunk below the horizon and a voiceover says, "Kurapika is now drowning in an indescribable emptiness"--is that not like sharing a dream? Like a little nugget of sight and sound with meaning that words alone could never do justice?
I don't know. I'm here for it anyway. I'm all in!
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