Backstage. Prepping for your next dream-
I thought of this too, it was a story in Sum - Forty Tales from the Afterlives
It is not life that is a dream; it is death that is a dream.
You now recall that your dreams always had background characters: the crowds in the restaurant, the knots of people in the malls and schoolyards, the other drivers on the road and the jaywalking pedestrians.
Those actors don’t come from nowhere. We stand in the background, playing our parts, allowing the experience to feel real for the dreamer. Sometimes we listen and pay attention to the plot of the dream. More often we talk among ourselves and wait for our shift to end.
This is not a job choice but indenture: you owe the same number of hours of service as you spent dreaming during your lifetime.
In your heeeeeaaaaaad, in your heeeeeyyyeeeaadddd…
Zombie zooombie
Or as I sang it when I was a kid and didn’t know English yet,
Salami, salami
Zombie salami… huh, guess I already figured out my next Halloween costume. Thanks!
Glad to help! 🧟♂️🥩
They wake up too
they become you again
I’m still here
They don’t go anywhere. The dream doesn’t end just because you wake up.
You dreamed about waking up.
They all freak out when you just disappear.
To the same place everyone you know goes to when you aren’t thinking about them.
Back to Pornhub?
The problem with your question is that you believe you have woken up.
In your walls
Stop. I’m about to go to bed soon.
Toulouse.
It’s only ever you in there. They just put away the props, take off the makeup, and get ready to argue about which color of pants should go with those shoes your spouse hates but you like so much.
Back into the place you wish you were.
“Where” is a question that applies to the physical world. The dream people are constituted of something more fundamental than matter.
