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dear simon,

i had a dream the other night. in it we were driving down the highway, passing cars at subsonic speeds. the overpass suddenly gave underneath and became a massive piece of wobbling concrete and metal, unhinged from the earth itself. but we stuck to it. we kept flying past the other cars. we drove, upside down and everything in between, like riding a giant snake. i don't know where we were trying to get to, but we certainly had a purpose.

and then i was in a bar somewhere. you weren't there anymore but there were several other people in the bar and we were all listening to some broadcast on the radio. there was a trailer somewhere in the desert, the kind that you see people living in sometimes. anyway, underneath this trailer, the radio said, was some kind of alien sack. there was a team there trying to disarm it or disable it. no one really knew. what we did know what that if the device, as they were calling it, went off then that was it for us. for everything. forever. so we all sat there and listened to the radio as it narrated what was quickly becoming the last few minutes of our lives. then it went white. fast. and then back. and we all sat in the bar still. a man next to me asked if this was it. i didn't know, i said. and then the dream ended. that's all i really remember.

so that's that. i'm gonna try to finish the rest of it tonight, the dream i mean, but in all likelihood i'll probably end up dreaming about those giant fish again. talk to you soon.

-c.k.