The Power of Dreams

I began a top canary waff with the light pulsing behind me. Once I was down I found myself able to traverse the city at will, watching all the figures wrapped in those throbbing veins. Knowing now what I did about John, I could see the deaths of each poor soul I saw as I wandered through the dream. The dark vines would clutch the head of the stroke victim and bury the car crash victims under the vastness of their bulk. They continued to crop up a few times each month until my father died on New Year's Eve.

Transcript

Play full episode

The AI-powered Podcast Player

Save insights by tapping your headphones, chat with episodes, discover the best highlights - and more!

Get the app