Dream: Bodies

It's a mindfulness exercise, partially decentralized via the web, but we gather over the three days to be. Part of the deal is that we rotate up bodies, sleeving into each-other for a day or two or more. I've drawn V's out of the hat. And now I'm walking by a strip mall in the Kelowna Summer, realizing that I'm ten-ish years older, aging like a cis woman does. Long-faced. Poised. On waking reflection, I realize she's a voice actress.

On the last day we might use a full pod. A silicon-skinned clanky. The kind they give you if you've been mangled in an accident. I wouldn't mind going full borg, even if they are primitive machines. I wonder how it would feel. There's a bus crash on the news. We offer a survivor a new body.

I'm getting a lot of dreams where I'm sleeved thus. Casually. Blissfully. A consistant theme in the sleeves.