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I awoke. The terrain went straight from desert to ocean. If you’d been out in the desert long, you’d have thought it a mirage. A nude woman stood there right on the edge, holding an umbrella. Autumn leaves were falling from the sky. I think she was called Gaia. As I approached her, I noticed that her eyes were small versions of earth. I asked her where I was. She told me that I was where I should be, as always. I asked her why I was the only one there. She said “Just wait.” Snakes crawled into the sea and fish jumped into the desert. There was a great turmoil in the skies and on the earth. Autumn had come.

When I awoke again, the street was filled with people. They were looking at the side of a building on which I’d painted huge lips, with words coming out like smoke. I was rather proud. Even if the rain and snow washed it away eventually, this was my work.

The third time I awoke, I was dreaming. I dreamt that I was sitting at my computer, writing down what I’d seen. How mundane dreams are compared to life. There was flour spilled on the kitchen floor, so I wrote with my finger in it; wake up and dream.