Dream Journal 06-04-16
“Honey,” she called, “da mihi donum basiorum mille.”
I descended the stairs and turned into the dining room. There she was, that sweet but subtle voice that I had grown to adore. I wondered how I had despised her so upon our first meet. I grabbed my Occulus and sat down next to her, tonight was date night, and we were taking our first trip to Hypatia. “Gear, stato.” I say, imagining myself wiring into the Nerve Gear and diving into a whole ‘nother reality.