I suddenly realized that my apartment was actually much bigger than I thought. It had at least 2 more rooms, and a nice view of the mountain (odd in Paris). One of the previously unnoticed room looked exactly like that of my now deceased grandmother.
I got woken up by the delivery of my new cell phone. They forgot the SIM card. In my mailbox there was an immense electricity bill.
A decision between two doors. One was for beginning, one was for starting at the end. Usually we went through the right way, but sometimes it was safer to do it backwards. When we got to the school bus we were glad we had gone backwards. A yard full of fenced-in rooms, rather, an immense field with a network of fence. No gates in between. The only way out was to live through each level and go to the next one.
The school bus was parked and would never move, that much was clear to our minds. Didn't matter. We got in and were surrounded by crazy movement, blindingly fast, shuddering from side to side, dangerous. We held on to keep from being thrown off, though we could see the scenery wasn't changing.
It took us to the ship - half a ship suspended in air above a box full of water. We walked up carefully. A boy was playing in the water and I knew he would lose at least one arm.
The woman was defending herself for indecent exposure - she'd raised her skirt on her first court visit. What was she thinking? She claimed she'd forgotten she had her hem in her hand when she reached to touch her mother's face. Cheers from the crowd. She was only partly embarrassed. When edebroux and I left the courtroom, we knew from the appearance of the doors that the game had gotten more serious, that what we chose might decide our life now.
Back at the school bus, I did something no one else was supposed to see. Under the belly of the bus. There were books there - did I add one of my own? It was against the rules. While I was underneath I tightened the screws. How did the head of the screwdriver keep changing itself to what I needed? I climbed up into the bus, which wasn't moving yet. Jeannie from ER was there (but I had just been her), leaning over me, her eyes boring in mercilessly. You aren't going to be very truthy for the next few minutes, are you. It wasn't a question. Yes. I could not look at her, I was terrified, she had singled me out. You're missing one lens, she said, and I was. edebroux climbed up and gave me a new pair of glasses. The bus started again.
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Last night I dreamed that while she was stalking Axel (the nicest damned cat anyone could ever meet, and the least-deserving creature I know to be picked on by such a meanie), she fell off the counter and hit her head on the ground real hard. It caused her to do a hard reset - not only was her mind wiped out, but her whole life; in fact, she reverted to a newborn kitten. So everyone took this opportunity to raise her right (we didn't have her as a kitten; she just showed up one day and decided to move in) so that she wouldn't be so evil. And it worked, and she was actually a lovable kitty for once...
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