Dreaming in Digital

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I was on a mission with Jim Caviezel, who was probably his character Reese from Person of Interest. He was in his signature black suit and his hair had become silvery-grey. I had dark skin, like dark chocolate, and long, red hair that flowed in waves. Our mission was to protect a little Asian girl, about the age of four or five, from enemies who were attempting to kidnap her. 

We got separated. Knowing the girl is safest with him, The Man in the Suit took her with him. The pursuers followed them into a train car full of golden straw. He fought them off, while on the phone, and succeeded without shooting anyone in the kneecaps. The little girl hid, hugging her stuffed bunny.

I was interestingly dressed for our sunny winter. I wore purple, reflective sunglasses and a silver peacoat that reached the top of my over-the-knee, caramel-coloured, high-heeled boots. I travelled to the town square of a small town to find information. There was a tall, black gazebo there, with speakers, playing random music. I crossed the gazebo, ending my call with Reese, calling him, 'Starry-fox'. I carried a leather-spined book with research and information relevant to the child. As I walked along an empty road, I let my guard down and a black, gloved hand clapped over my mouth as I dropped the book. I noted an asterisk drawn on the spine in silver marker as I tried to free myself. The last lyrics I heard from the speakers before I blacked out were, "I'll fiddle with my horse until you break it," sung by Shakira.

20250423 for Cherry's birthday, we gathered at a restaurant high up top a tall, private building of concrete. It was late afternoon and sunset when we were seated around small, wrought iron food court tables. The building didn't have walls or railings - it was all open space. My aunt brought leftovers from her birthday party: lechon and something else delicious. As we ate, the set and it was dusk.

Our meal was soon interrupted by the loud flapping of a helicopter's blades. Cherry flew the helicopter as close as she could to the building, showing us all how she was doing for her birthday lesson. I excitedly opened my cellphone and FlightRadar24 App to show everyone we could track her movements in the sky. I excited watched her icon on my screen, the tiny, yellow helicopter happily moving around the screen. I kept it open until she was done.

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I returned home in a lavish cloth dress. My partner was older - a Sean Connery type - wearing a white suite and black bow tie. I went to the kitchen for something and when i returned to the courtyard, my partner had been in a struggle.

 "Call an ambulance!" He exclaimed. The attacker was on the floor, clutching his chest and was face down