Right now I am hearing their dreams. I don't

Right now I am hearing their dreams. I don't know how... I guess it is like a podcast but not really. Way beyond VR. Anyway, this guy, he's from Ohio but dreaming about Berlin in

the heady days after the wall fell.He's Detlef,a collector of bricks from the grafitti-covered West Berlin side who sells them to the 1st American tourists.But then his neural feed

went haywire and he had to reboot his whole neural network, and now he can't remember what happened last week.

But he knows what happens in the future. He doesn't exist in the future. He is forgotten. So he can't recall what happens at any time.

One day, he held his phone in his hand, and wanted to make tea. Unfortunately, he was forgetful and left his phone in the kettle to boil and steep for 5 minutes.

The resultant tea tasted of unnecessary exclamation points and emoticons. It left a bad taste in his mouth. He poured the tea down the drain, where it traveled through the sewers

I took his mother-in-law to the park. We had a nice conversation while she knitted a shawl. All in all, it was a good day. I really didn't understand his hang-ups about her. Until,

She began to cite the names of all the flowers. I had mostly forgotten. She recorded them meticulously.

on a yellow book, hidden deep within the depths of Hell. Some say that if a demon touched it, it too would turn into a flower, rooted into the Earth for eternity.