Go. Go. Go. Go.

Go. Go. Go. Go.

Go. Go. Go. Go.

Go. Go. Go. Go.

The constant pulse driving me forward at a steady 60 BPM.

Go. Go. Go. Go.

Go. Go. Go. Go.

Go. Go. Go. Go.

Go. Go. Go. Go.

I find myself in the middle of nowhere. A gas station there, and a broken down pickup on the other side of the street.

Pickup or Gas Station?

A or B?

On or Off?

1 or 0?

1.

I head over the the pickup truck. A man where reddish-brown overalls sits inside. He holds a chrome box. He responds with two words: "Get In"

I do so. I want to. It's my choice.

The car is muggy. Mid 70's, probably. At least it moves.

He locks the doors and pulls out into the road.

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The objects around me are becoming a blur. I feel my burnt gray skin curl around the seat.

I look towards in him and ask him a single question: "Whats it like to be in a lucid dream?"

I feel the card expand, like a box that just seemed to fill up like a balloon.

Bigger

Bigger

Bigger

Bigger

Bigger

Bigger

Soon the universe is filled to its brim and we collapse.

Perhaps those pain meds were a little stronger than I originally thought.

Or maybe I'm just going insane?

Or am I just Octavia?

Maybe both.