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Fear of falling in my dream.

Well, my dream is to keep going, goodbye, and to be a good person for my happiness.

trying to find my way home, but the streets were shifting by themselves. I turned a corner, I appeared in the same place. I entered an alley, dead end. I sat on the sidewalk, lost. My house appeared flying and landed in front of me. I woke up relieved.

I was being chased by a swarm of flying keys. They made a keyring noise. I ran a lot. I tried to hide, but they found me. A giant master key was leading. It shouted 'Open the door!'. I woke up looking for the house key.

my old phone turned into a little robot, like Wall-E, but it talked like a rich soap opera character. it followed me around the house cleaning the floor and complaining about the dust. 'this dwelling lacks asepsis,' it would say. one day it packed a little suitcase and said it was going to 'explore new digital frontiers.' i felt bad, it was useful. it said goodbye with its antenna. i woke up missing it.

I felt a chill. For no reason.