they become you again
Back to their own realities.
They all freak out when you just disappear.
“Where” is a question that applies to the physical world. The dream people are constituted of something more fundamental than matter.
In your walls
Stop I’m about to go to bed soon.
Back to Pornhub?
I’m still here
Backstage. Prepping for your next dream-
I thought of this too, I read it in Sum - Forty Tales from the Afterlives
It is not life that is a dream; it is death that is a dream.
You now recall that your dreams always had background characters: the crowds in the restaurant, the knots of people in the malls and schoolyards, the other drivers on the road and the jaywalking pedestrians.
Those actors don’t come from nowhere. We stand in the background, playing our parts, allowing the experience to feel real for the dreamer. Sometimes we listen and pay attention to the plot of the dream. More often we talk among ourselves and wait for our shift to end.
This is not a job choice but indenture: you owe the same number of hours of service as you spent dreaming during your lifetime.
They wake up too
To the same place everyone you know goes to when you aren’t thinking about them.
In your heeeeeaaaaaad, in your heeeeeyyyeeeaadddd…
Zombie zooombie
Or as I sang it when I was a kid and didn’t know English yet,
Salami, salami
Zombie salami… huh, guess I already figured out my next Halloween costume. Thanks!
Glad to help! 🧟♂️🥩
Back into the place you wish you were.
It’s only ever you in there. They just put away the props, take off the makeup, and get ready to argue about which color of pants should go with those shoes your spouse hates but you like so much.
Toulouse.
