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I could transform into anything. I was tired, so I became a chair. I became a cup to drink coffee. I became a pencil to write. Then I became an eraser to erase mistakes, and I couldn't return to my original form. I was stuck as an eraser. Someone picked me up and tried to erase something. I woke up before I could be used.

Became a bird, but couldn't fly. My wings are heavy. I was hopping on the ground, so frustrating. Other birds were flying above me, laughing. I tried to jump from a high place, but fell. I woke up with a heavy feeling.

Became a pigeon in the plaza. A pigeon's life is tough, huh? Avoiding people, fighting over old breadcrumbs, and hearing other pigeons gossip about which statue is best to poop on. Then a mean-looking cat appeared, and I totally freaked out. Took off clumsily and almost crashed into a pillar. Exhausted on the roof. Well, the view was good though. Woke up with a sore neck, must have slept wrong.

I used to play guitar in a vegetable band. The bassist was a broccoli, the drummer was a potato. I played guitar with a carrot. The sound was a little weird, but we were really rocking. We played a live show in the garden for an audience of earthworms and slugs. They loved it. We were showered with flower petals. It was the peak of my vegetable career. I woke up laughing.

A talking dog gave me love advice. It spoke in Kansai dialect. It said, "Bro, you gotta be more confident!" Weird. It analyzed my last date and gave me advice. "You should give her bones, they're a symbol of abundance." Will that even help? I thanked it. I woke up wondering if I should buy bones.

There were two moons in the sky. A normal one, and a green one. I stared at them, trying to understand. Reflection? Hallucination? The two moons started blinking at each other, like they were having a conversation. I thought it was beautiful. I woke up thinking about the green moon.