I thought I knew what he was going to say as he sidled up to
me in a baggy jacket, I assumed he was going to talk through some meaningless
small talk then ask if I needed any ‘supplies’.
He surprised me twice, first by skipping the small talk, and
then by what he offered.
“Hey man, you want a dream?”
He flicked back his wrist, the jacket sliding back to reveal
a row of small vials, each one containing some colored, glittering mist.
I pinched my arm, but I wasn’t sleeping. So I distracted him
then pinched the dreams.
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