I haven’t slept for days and I’m terrified of falling asleep tonight. It’s my 30th birthday and tonight my dreams, whatever they happen to be, will come true. And I know they will be bad.
My friend Maggie dreamt her daughter to death. She woke up screaming to find her baby lying on the bedroom floor, dead. Trampled by unseen elephants. Ron’s wife left him, lured away by an imaginary man.
Some people wake up rich. Or beautiful. Or as a man when they used to be a woman. Some people get their wishes. But many more don’t. It all comes down to how well you can control your brain. Continue reading “fiction: a dream come true”