You first see him outside a gas station. You think nothing of it: when you lucid dream, occasionally strangers on the street make their way into it. When you see him again, not two blocks later, you linger. He’s drinking coffee. It’s strange. You walk into a record store, bring an old vinyl to the register. He’s the cashier. You drop the vinyl and start running. He’s at every streetlight, every parked car, every stop sign. He’s looking at you. You’re trying to wake up. God, you wish you could wake up, but you can’t. You never will. He’ll take care of you.


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