Just before I woke up, the dream was still so beautiful, and then came the shift.
I dreamt you were there, and you, and you, and you. A feeling of connectedness beyond all loneliness. In my human life this was a rare feeling, and I felt all the more arrived and accepted. No longer an escape, no longer a quest that had mutated into an addiction.
In my dream I was not alone, I felt like any person, like you and you and you. I saw through your eyes, they were mine and yet it seemed as if they were looking through a kaleidoscope, I felt dizzy and everything began to spin. The orientation began to take on a life of its own, and spun me through the wolf, me and you, and you and me.
That’s how I lost you in my dream, you were thrown against the wall and shattered into a thousand pieces. Through my kaleidoscope eye I could see all your thousands of fragments, you looked like all of them, all the others, like me. I felt like smashing those eyes against the wall, glass eyes that made me lost in this world of dreams. I dreamt you within them and I dreamt myself within them. And so just before I awoke, after you were thrown against the wall, and it felt like I was just watching, watching myself being thrown against the wall as well, breaking all my bones along the way. The level of agony was unfathomable. I wanted to keep them, every single bone, every single me and you and you and you.
And then suddenly the light went out, and it turned on.
