I was in a twilight city made up of gray and pale yellow stone and brick buildings. I walked down the smoothly paved sidewalk that ran along an empty, narrow street. I entered, through a cage, into a small Greek restaurant and waited in line to order a gyro. After receiving my food, I left the restaurant and ran into an acquaintance outside and began chatting with him (a 40-year-old man whom I don't know in real life). This hairy fellow told me of his fishing business and of his newfound love. I listened and bode him farewell after congratulating him on his recent successes.
I walked to a great tower and entered into it. After taking a tight elevator (with a 1-skinny-person capacity) up 23 floors I walked into a massive indoor stadium. People cheered for me, giving me a standing ovation, as I walked up to a small podium that looked down onto the massive, faceless crowd. There were a few elementary school and high school classes that had received special tickets to hear me speak, and they sat right in front of the podium.
I began to deliver an address with charisma and power to the people there, talking about all sorts of subjects, from community building to running camps, from filming to photography. They were excited about everything I had to say, and they let me know by applauding often. When I finished my speech, I knelt down from the podium and had a more intimate discussing with the students about the communities at their respective schools.
After that, I left the tower and headed back down the street to my hotel.
Outside the building that I had been set up in, I ran into my friend Caitlin Geeslin. She seemed excited to see me and after talking with me about some of her recent endeavors (mostly cross-country journalism), she invited me to her room in the next building to meet her friend Aaron. I asked who he or she was, and Caitlin informed me, somewhat ashamedly, that he was her husband (I'm still not sure why she seemed so ashamed to tell me this). I agreed to meet him, then Caitlin began having second thoughts. I told her I had an idea.
I ran up seven flights of stairs to my large but empty hotel room and grabbed a sparkling vile and drank a potion in it. Caitlin had followed me and when she entered, I told her how I had discovered a solution that would allow me to change size at will. I shrunk down the the size of a peanut and told Caitlin to carry me in her pocket so that I could meet her husband without him meeting me (I'm still not sure why this was a big deal).
She put me in her pocket, but that was terribly dark and uncomfortable, so I climbed out up onto her shoulder as she walked to her room. She entered it and nobody was there. She put me on the ground and I grew back to normal size. I told her that I should be leaving because I had some preparing to do for my next project, so I left.
Outside I found a woman with black hair that had heard about me and had a few questions for me. I agreed to answer them if she could walk with me back to my room while asking them.
The questions she asked were much more deep and personal than I anticipated. They were questions about the afterlife and about love and about purpose and about my mental state. I managed to say things to her that, though they weren't technically answers, they appeased her.
She asked if she could observe me for a while as I worked, and I reluctantly agreed. I found myself shrinking as I tried to write while she was watching me. Soon enough I was again the size of a peanut.
Then I awoke.
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