In my dream I come back to pick the pebbled orange armor, which does little to change my stats. It’s vegetal, but we’ve reviewed the decision for so long that I just want it to be over.

In my dream she insists on clicking every crime, even the ones far away by the flat brown wings.

In my dream she and I pull into the truck stop and I’m quickly absorbed in the sprawl of the hardware store, sorry that I didn’t take a camera.

In my dream the actor eventually reaches my house and our routine involves his graceful descent on the rope swing and then he has brought dolls for us and the other older woman to play with. I’m touched by his unexpected kindness.

In my dream the signal interferes with our departure.

In my dream the valley is full of them, all the same level and impossible to sort because of it. We don’t know where to start.

In my dream his head is sometimes yellow.

In my dream there are twenty five thousand, one hundred players.

In my dream their body is made of plastic red peppers with googly eyes, symbolizing their lust for another character. This will be useful later in the game, once it doubles.

In my dream the toy train track is crowded and pink. When I pick up the bouquet the wires jab through the cellophane before I can hand it off.