sandbox dream

before we moved the first time, we had watched Charlottes Web after dinner. I remember the rat characters line about corn, and dreaming about it.

i knew people could control dreams with practice, and somehow I induced myself into a strange montage of corn kernels falling like teeth and piling up like some cursed scene.

using this control, i forced myself to produce a piece of land with rough graphics that i could control, adding pieces and baubles whenever i had the dream again.

i saved that experience over and over again, adding and saving it like some game file. Ive stopped having the dream now, but i remember some pieces.

i would smooth out the little piece of land (which existed in a space-void, and i could turn at will to zoom in and twist). Smoothing the graphics and adding tall, thin trees, with bushes and grass patches coming next.

i remember i added elements from games at the time, like creepers and a herobrine, which is around the time i lost control of it, and stopped having the dream

I could hear him mewing from the pale wooden cupboard.

that little tabby kitten just barely growing into his adult fur, when we moved. My room was barely unpacked. I was back in my old home, in the bare bedroom i grew up in.

i was small. Under 10, because I had my tenth birthday while living at the new place. I wanted to save him, and when i opened the door to free him, the cupboard was empty.

it was the first night terror i had while settling in to that apartment.