May 6, 2016

We were walking in a line on the platform above the perimeter of the displayed pieces in a museum. Several of the works were missing as we looked down at the glass cases with unaccompanied labels. Someone asked if we knew who had reported their artwork as missing and I replied that their name started with a “Ts” and their last name with a “V”.

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I was crossing the walkway over the train tracks when I suddenly felt like the tracks themselves were moving. I stopped to confirm that something was moving but I wasn’t sure what. Was it the bridge or the tracks? Two people passed by me, pointing out the double rainbow over the horizon. When I finally got to the other side, I saw a sign announcing that the “Age of the Pineapples” had come. Soon after reading said sign, ripe pineapples started to sprout from the ground.

As I looked back at the walkway, I called for someone heading in the opposite direction. “Trevor? Tracer?” There was no response so I assumed that I had simply called out the wrong name. I decided to stop guessing their name before I embarrassed myself further and walked away.