Nov 30, 2022
4 min read
Gone isn’t Gone
A Lucid Dream 14
I’m sitting in my bedroom with my good friend Isaiah when my old dog, Boo, ambles into the room. I realize suddenly that I’m dreaming.
“Did you know she died two years ago?” I ask him.
He looks at me a little confused as Boo greets him and brushes past his legs.
