The Curious Dreamlife of Marshmallow Addie - Volume 4
Marshmallow Addie dreamt nine dreams. In each, he was a writer writing about a different character.
In one, he tried to free the protagonist's anguished soul through flight with a feathery friend. In another, the protagonist's heroic deeds elevated him to a myth-like status, transcending the mere mortal deeds of mere mortals. In yet another, the protagonist was born into a world of solitude which engulfed his being and sucked out his emotionality (with a large straw and a pink plastic umbrella beside it, for some reason. Olives might have been involved at some point as well). But there was something wrong and Addie couldn't quite put his finger on it (quite possibly because he was sucking it in his sleep).
Various existential crises in Addie's life has obscured his dreamscape and meta-perceptive abilities. Little did he know that since he dreamt simultaneously, all the dream streams were chromosomically intertwined and were goverened by the uncertainity paradox of tensor dreamspace: you could either predict the exact spatial alignment of at least two of the nine dream streams, or be asleep... but not both at once. Any idiot sleeper could perceive one dream at any given instant and still remain asleep.
All nine characters he was writing about were the same person. Addie would never know that. He would never know that nine stream-like vectors governed his life.
Addie was a troubled lad. He was uni-polar knocking on bi, but being constantly chucked out by the bouncer. He was a split personality that had been glued back (quite possibly with marshmallows). Yellowbottom might have the answer, but he was too mean.
Yellowbottom indeed might... but the real answer was probably lodged in Addie's head, jumping happily from stream to stream, morphing, dissociating and disproportionating reality. Nine at once or one of nine. None at once or none of nine.
Life can be sad and painful that way. But then again, so are oysters.
Marshmallow Addie dreamt nine dreams. In each, he was a writer writing about a different character.
In one, he tried to free the protagonist's anguished soul through flight with a feathery friend. In another, the protagonist's heroic deeds elevated him to a myth-like status, transcending the mere mortal deeds of mere mortals. In yet another, the protagonist was born into a world of solitude which engulfed his being and sucked out his emotionality (with a large straw and a pink plastic umbrella beside it, for some reason. Olives might have been involved at some point as well). But there was something wrong and Addie couldn't quite put his finger on it (quite possibly because he was sucking it in his sleep).
Various existential crises in Addie's life has obscured his dreamscape and meta-perceptive abilities. Little did he know that since he dreamt simultaneously, all the dream streams were chromosomically intertwined and were goverened by the uncertainity paradox of tensor dreamspace: you could either predict the exact spatial alignment of at least two of the nine dream streams, or be asleep... but not both at once. Any idiot sleeper could perceive one dream at any given instant and still remain asleep.
All nine characters he was writing about were the same person. Addie would never know that. He would never know that nine stream-like vectors governed his life.
Addie was a troubled lad. He was uni-polar knocking on bi, but being constantly chucked out by the bouncer. He was a split personality that had been glued back (quite possibly with marshmallows). Yellowbottom might have the answer, but he was too mean.
Yellowbottom indeed might... but the real answer was probably lodged in Addie's head, jumping happily from stream to stream, morphing, dissociating and disproportionating reality. Nine at once or one of nine. None at once or none of nine.
Life can be sad and painful that way. But then again, so are oysters.
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