All tagged girls night out

The music that fills the dream feels drunker and drunker as the hours pass. I didn’t know if people can get drunk in the dream, but from the music that comes from Amahle’s head, it certainly sounds like it.

Eventually, the limo returns to park right next to our island.

The limo driver takes Madelyn out and places her on the wheelchair that appears on our island next to him. Amahle steps out with Elvis. Suzy is after her.

But Joy doesn’t come out.

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About an hour into their ‘girls’ night’, music begins to fill Justin’s dream.

This is Amahle, no doubt. She is a singer, she writes and composes songs. And there’s music in her head, which in the dream is music we can all hear.

This is really happy and exciting music. Were I any good at dancing, I would be moved to dance. But I am a man of thought, logic, and brain. I am not that good with my body, not with sports and not with dancing.

A few minutes later, there are fireworks over Johannesburg.

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Amahle feels around with her hand once Joy comes back from her cabin, having put her toothbrush and toothpaste in place. “Joy,” Amahle touches her cheek, then her shoulder. “I want to do something nice. I want us to have fun! Can you get excited for that?”

“I want to go,” Joy says. “It sounds like a thing you do in the waking world.”

“It is,” Madelyn says.

“On special occasions,” Amahle adds. “This is a special occasion.”

“But why only girls? What kind of adventure is it? Why can’t Charlie come? I mean, he’s a dreamer. So it doesn’t matter that he’s not as strong as a girl.”

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Madelyn and Amahle appear on the deck of Bonny’s Revenge within minutes of each other. Amahle is in Johannesburg, as usual. Madelyn is back home in France. She keeps telling me which city she’s in, but I can’t remember. I used to remember everything, but now…There are facts that escape me.

In any case, their time zones are one hour apart, and apparently they’ve fallen asleep around the same time.

I look through the window in our living room and see Madelyn and Amahle talking to each other. Madelyn is with her regular wheelchair, not her flying one.

Joy comes out of the cabin and they talk to her.

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