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I. A small boy lived with his single-parent father who disappeared every afternoon. I don’t mean he left – he actually vanished from existence, to reappear the following morning with no memory that anything odd had happened. No one else, except the kid, seemed to notice either. The boy was able to get home from school each day on his own, but with no one to cook dinner for him, he’d taken to asking for an extra glass of milk at breakfast, which he’d stash in the fridge for later. This morning, however, the father was anxious to get going and didn’t want to pour any more milk, and the son was unable to explain to him why it was necessary.
II. In a slightly spooky library, I found a book called The Iterations of Emily, about a woman who finds an anthology of stories which are all AU versions of her own life. I then spent the rest of the dream recommending it to everyone I met, mainly a woman who sort of looked like Gina Torres but with dreads.
II. In a slightly spooky library, I found a book called The Iterations of Emily, about a woman who finds an anthology of stories which are all AU versions of her own life. I then spent the rest of the dream recommending it to everyone I met, mainly a woman who sort of looked like Gina Torres but with dreads.
