AN: This isn't very long, nor is meant to be. It is also very confusing, and that is it's purpose... Watch the film, and you shall understand. The Svience of Sleep is it's name.
You're flying (or floating?) through the air, kicking your feet (like a frog, you've noticed…) to propel yourself. The air is liquid, you feel it press against you, yet you can breath… a bubble of oxygen escapes your mouth and you watch it sink (do bubbles usually sink?), mesmerised…
Out of the corner of your eye you see two lobsters below on the cardboard streets, each trying to make the same descision at exactly the same time. They correct it… and correct it… and correct it. Parallel Synchronised Randomness. They have their own loophole in space and time, and so do you… but is your loophole shared with Stephanie? You hope so.
You press onwards, onwards, past the folding cardboard buildings and the underwater typewriters, until you're flying through your window into your too small bed.
You close your eyes, then open them, your eyelids acting as shutters against the outside world.
Stephanie is here, telling you she loves you.
Are you awake… or dreaming?
You don't know.
All you do know is that you have hands the size of houses and Golden the Pony Boy just galloped past your window.