In a dream,
Henry told me (in his car) that Dylan had died.
Henry told me that Dylan always fought with their sister (Chloe).
Henry told me that they were all adopted.
Henry told me that football was Dylan’s thing.
He had stocky legs but a heart that was destined to fail.
I woke. Started to connect to another circuit.
Did I really remember the dream?
Its memory was like liquid crystal.
Always shifting. Real then unreal.
The characters oriented themselves like crystals, but the facts flowed like liquid.
What a dream.
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