Most mornings I wake up and—poof—dream gone. Other times, my brain decides to play reruns. So, this time? Oswald showed up. Yeah, Oswald. I don't know where the name came from but let's just go with it.
For some mystical reason, I was carrying what looked like plantain (don't ask me, because I have no clue either). Anyway, I was on my way to deliver this "precious cargo" to him, only for him to hit me with the classic "I'm not home" line. Instead, he redirected me to his mum (we'll call her Carine).
I end up in what looked like a school—because, of course, where else would a dream dump me? I enter a classroom and asked for Carine, explained the situation, and she calls over some random young girl to come grab the items and haul them to her house (which was apparently just around the corner—lucky her).
You were invested, weren't you? Thought this was going somewhere? Psyche! Welcome to my dreams, where logic takes a vacation. Did I ever recall the rest of it? Nope.
Echo [2025]: The psyche is that every time I reread this memory, I still catch myself waiting for a continuation, jokes on me and now on you too (laughs in Cardi B's voice)
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Diary of the unknown
Non-FictionNot every story is loud. Some are quiet, messy, sarcastic, and oddly familiar. This is a diary of memories-ordinary moments, awkward encounters, laughter, heartbreak, and even crochet patterns hidden like secrets between the pages. Memories. Echoes...
