Dream Journal
I was in my bedroom on a bright and sunny afternoon. The bedroom was immaculate, and now that I was finished cleaning it I had nothing to do for the rest of the day, and I was the only one in the house. I looked up and standing at the end of my bed was Y from the Internet.
She was very, very short, and could just barely see over the edge of my tall mattress. I knelt down on the floor so that we were closer in height, and I noticed that I was much skinnier than she was. I was proud for having lost a lot of weight.
I gave her a hug and told her I was so excited to meet her. Then I remembered that she had no idea who I was, so I told her my first name even though knowing just my name wouldn’t help her.
I told her that she was a lot shorter than I had thought she was. I asked why she was there, and she told me that she lived downstairs. I pointed grandiosely at the bed and told her I lived here.
I asked her who her landlord was, if it was the same person as mine, and she said no. I was very excited that she lived close by so we could be friends.