We reach the end of the dreams – the edge of the dreamscape. Mind you don’t fall off!
My watch is permanently wrong. I set it every five minutes but things just don’t coincide.
…also there’s this guy with a robotic right hand, artificial eyes, and steel teeth, and things keep aging really fast.
That’s the end of this little series. I hope you’ve enjoyed it this glimpse into the extremely suggestible mind of 22-year-old me. I certainly have, and I was there the last time.