Dream

My grandfather, my mother, and I are on a public train, maybe the El. Our stop is coming up, and we're sitting as far as possible from the door. But for some reason, we don't start to get up until the train stops, and because my grandfather doesn't move very quickly, I wonder why my mom doesn't go and hold the "Door Open" button to give us time to get out. Instead she gets out, and since I'm helping my grandfather, neither of us is able to make it off the train before the doors close. We get off at the next stop, I think, and we try to find my mother, but everything around seems really strange. Maybe it's that we wander around underground, or that the countryside is particularly technicolor, but the world seems to surround us with the strange feeling I get when I read "The Garden of Forking Paths."

RedFeather, by
Therianthrope

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