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I was having a typical dream of real life where everything melded into itself when I began to leave the dream. In that ersatz oneiric space, I found myself surrounded by infinite cylinders of red capped with white. Inside each of these cylinders was the memory of a sexual encounter. Every sexual encounter that happened, is happening, will happen, and could happen. The realization about my location and what surrounded me was confusing and awe inspiring.

Chris S.
Anomalist, esperantist, cyclist, typist, dodecaphile, ailurophile, and oneiromancer. Chris lives near the shore with his wife, cats, and the Jersey Devil in his backyard.

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