Over the last two months Joy, Justin, Master Mind, Charlie and I have covered quite a few dreams in our immediate surroundings. They’re always different. Some are dangerous. Some are harmless. Many don’t speak English or French and we can’t find a way to communicate well.

Now we’re traveling a bit further away, going five Shrooms in one direction.

“All right,” Justin says, as he peeks into the tunnel. “Let’s go in. Me, Charlie, Joy, Master Mind, then Dad.”

It’s the same order as always. Two Dreamers first who can deal with anything and/or die without anything happening to them. Then Joy, because you can’t keep her further back than that. Then Master Mind to protect her. Then me, because I’m a grandpa and a dream and I can get hurt.

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