In my dream I am back there for the first time and forced to deal with the fact that I have never apologized to L. Her anger shakes me and I am close to blubbing in my attempts to be honest and thorough about my failings. The only way to apologize fully is for L to initiate a public humiliation ritual. By the end we are reconciled but the emotional pain wakes me up.

In my dream slots, wandering.

In my dream pale pages for a drawing game. Safe transit and calm.

In my dream the town rolls over, pink.

In my dream it’s dun colored.

In my dream we are still picking cars.

In my dream there are portions that open in the higher resolution, like the metal back of the pill.