Real Ghosts

I had a dream last night. I was sitting in a boba tea place talking to the owner… I can remember most of the conversation. I remember what I felt as I reacted to the various topics we discussed.

I remember after we were finished talking walking outside and realizing that I was in there for hours. The sun was setting and I was in downtown Tempe. I can even remember the exact crossroads…

Now, awake, thinking back on the conversation – I realize that the person I was talking with doesn’t exist.

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