Brain
I’m walking around in the lobby of a hotel, with an evil headache. Someone has asked me to book a room for us, or me, or them. Instead, I head over to a small kiosk where I order something which I can’t remember.
A group of people stroll by. They stop, and to my great surprise they tell me that parts of my brain is exposed. I feel the top of my head with my fingers, and indeed it’s full of holes, and I can feel the mushy, soft tissue of my brain. It hurts.
Someone tells me I have to go see a doctor, so I leave the hotel and find that I am in Riga. I walk around the corner and enter a movie theater.
I wake up.
this story came from a glimpse ° no thoughts