Tomorrow’s Last Thursday

In Issue 14 by Omar Esparza

I think I used to lucid dream. More precisely, I’ve lost count.

The dreams were flint-sparks at first: I awoke in my sleep a few nights in a row but was quickly blotted out. The first full-length lucid dream was in a movie-theater. I was alone. A movie-projector was being projected on-screen. The movie projector on-screen was projecting the very screen on which it was being projected.

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