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March 26, 2007

#240: Dream Girl

Dream Girl

Man 1: I had a dream that I met a girl in a dying world.

It was all coming apart. Hairline cracks in reality widened to yawning chasms. Everything was going dark and light all at once, and there was a sound like breaking waves rising into a piercing scream at the edge of hearing. I knew we didn’t have long together.

She grabbed me and spoke a stream of numbers into my ear. Then it all went away.

[[A girl grabs him as the edges of the panel crack and tear]]

I woke up. The memory of the apocalypse faded to mere fancy, but the numbers burned bright in my mind. I wrote them down right away.

[[A note reads: 42.39561 -71.13051 2007 09 23 14 38 00]]

They were coordinates. A place and a time, neither one too far away.

Man 1: What else could I do? When the day came, I went to the spot and waited.

Man 2: …and?

Man 1: It turns out wanting something doesn’t make it real.