Linda has come to visit me. Everything has a Christmassy feel and she is very well dressed. I'm so happy. It feels so real, even though I know that it's a dream, so we both decide to talk about it when we've woken up, because surely it's a shared moment. We make love. Afterwards, she gets dressed and ready to leave. I notice that she is missing a top, but she explains that it's because I'm wearing it. She's right. It's a net top, with white and black pearls. Very feminine and very exquisite. It looked much better on her than on me.
After she has left, my whole family shows up and we're going to celebrate Christmas. I get a new phone. It has an ever changing interface, depending on its apps, but completely in 3D and hard plastic. I hug my mother and talk to her. We both agree that it's a dream, but I want to draw a heart somewhere on her, for her to see when she wakes up. First I consider drawing on her arm, but it feels like it will get easily rubbed off. So I try drawing it on her chest, but I just mess it up. She is a bit wrinkly. She says it's all right and lets me draw it on a sticker, that she places on her chest instead.
My grandfather has made ten types of eggs for the Christmas table. He seems to have misunderstood everyone's requests for eggs and nobody wants them.
Linda comes back and I show her my new phone. It's got a strange hard plastic interface now, where I can't find the correct letters when writing, but somehow I love its quirkiness.
After she has left, my whole family shows up and we're going to celebrate Christmas. I get a new phone. It has an ever changing interface, depending on its apps, but completely in 3D and hard plastic. I hug my mother and talk to her. We both agree that it's a dream, but I want to draw a heart somewhere on her, for her to see when she wakes up. First I consider drawing on her arm, but it feels like it will get easily rubbed off. So I try drawing it on her chest, but I just mess it up. She is a bit wrinkly. She says it's all right and lets me draw it on a sticker, that she places on her chest instead.
My grandfather has made ten types of eggs for the Christmas table. He seems to have misunderstood everyone's requests for eggs and nobody wants them.
Linda comes back and I show her my new phone. It's got a strange hard plastic interface now, where I can't find the correct letters when writing, but somehow I love its quirkiness.
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