Es la raja

cuando te das cuenta inmediatamente después que estabas enamorado de una mujer por que ya no estás enamorado de esa mujer.

Onirisius IV

I have no way to improve my knowledge in a meaningful way. My body completely changes, at times (I think) into forms that wouldn't be normally described as bodies by you, so there is no hope of muscular memory. My mind remembers "past lives" as people like you remember last night's dreams. Have you ever woke up laughing? Can you tell me what the joke was?

There is a man in a fountain. He says he doesn't have a turtle. He can't escape. He jumps on a turtle that extends its legs and runs away like a giraffe.

Even if you remember it, it doesn't even make the corner of your lip react. The lives I've lived are like that, non-transferable, most of them. The life I could tell you about and it's clearly easier to tell is not worth telling, 36 years of averageness. I always live like this, with a very clear vertical time and a diffuse horizontal time. The funny thing is that since this will end and be just a dream, even though it's concrete now, it will only be a fresher part of the lateral time.

A rhino is hitting everything in the next room. Crashing against the walls. The house shakes. A person that I love (a friend? A wife?) is afraid. I tell the person that I will go to it and everything will be over. The person doesn't want to let me go.

I am part of a team of superheroes. Onirisius, dream rider. I don't have powers when I'm awake, but when I'm dreaming, i can visit others, I can see the loom of fate, I can trap someone in dreams and make them sleep forever. Today is the day that we die. I am always gloomy because i know what is going to happen, and there is no way to help it. Some of my mates, Semantic Girl, Reality Shaver, and others are really enthusiastic. We are always victorious they say. The semiosphere can't win this time.

A race of dimension shifters follows me. I'm just a man, but I get hold of some of their weapons. I fight them, they want to trap me and put me in suspended animation to be able to conquer all, without everything they have worked for disappearing. They kill the resistance and they get me. Their empire grows, it conquers all dimensions. technology solidifies, people perform functions which use is forgotten. Many aspects of life become religious, people only suppose what they do is needed. A rebellion springs, processes are questioned, buildings are destroyed, the machine I'm in is bombed as a proof that all is superstition. They are wrong.

Reality disappears.