07/02/25
last night, they came to me. as i drifted into sleep, i whispered their names, over and over – L, S, E – like a secret prayer, asking for signs. it all started with me in a car, in the passenger seat. i couldn’t see the driver, but i felt their presence. in my hands, there was a gun – enormous, strange, something i don’t even understand. i don’t know guns, i’ve never held one before, but there it was, partially hanging out the window, as we sped through a desert that stretched on forever, the sand swallowing everything.
soon, i was in my bed, the world shifting around me. i was aware, completely aware that i was dreaming, yet it felt more real than anything. i was working on a website in the dream, my fingers moving across keys that didn’t quite belong to me. E was there, standing behind me, his voice drifting over my shoulder. but then, as quickly as he came, he was gone – leaving only his spirit, still speaking to me, floating in the air like a soft echo. the same thing happened with L. she appeared, her presence calm, guiding me with words that felt like advice, though i couldn’t quite catch them. through it all, i kept repeating to myself: remember this. remember this. i begged my mind to hold on to the pieces, to store them somewhere safe for when i woke. but when i opened my eyes, it was gone. i remembered the feeling, the weight of their voices, but the words – the most important part – slipped away like sand through my fingers..
