InsaneJournal

I guess I dream. Like a lot of you. Been here a couple of years and I guess I finally caught the virus or whatever. It could be worse. Apparently. At least from what I can tell, today sucks for a lot of you.

I don't do things much differently in my dreams...different city, more oppressive. More dangerous. I'm better at it, I can take longer jumps. But blues are everywhere ready to shoot you. The things I transport are things we take for granted. Speech, religion. Even music. Anything that could make the populace rumble. Oh, things were safer, more secure. As long as you didn't think. And it clean. It was so clean, like the gloss on a mirror. It didn't make it better, not when the mirror looked back.

My sister got set up. We were on opposite sides, her a cop, me a runner. She got set up for some guy's murder. Just in the wrong place at the wrong time. A politician. One of those who might have done some good. Because of course we can't have those guys winning.

I woke up as I was escaping the blues that were swarming the place. She made me run. I'm good at running.

So I called Kate and we spoke for the first time in years.

It felt really good.