In her dreams she went through a portal. It was that kind of night. Like many others isolated at home because of Covid-19 she frequently experienced weird dreams. That particular night, for what seemed like hours, she dreamed she was a kind of human slug crawling around in a dense and dark primeval soup. It hadn’t been so much scary as just plain odd.
Eventually she woken up from that muck, stumbled to the bathrooom and then back to bed. Snuggling down under the covers she hoped fervently she would escape all psychic soup for the rest of the night.
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