Unfolding the lens of reality

I was in an ordinary living room, it looked like the living room from my childhood when I was 6 years old. I lay there, until my dad told me that there was a camera in the corner watching me. And I didn't want to believe him, instead I said: "What are you talking about, a camera in our apartment?" and he convinced me for 5 minutes that the camera was there. Until I turned to that corner and actually saw some old camera from the 2000s (like those security cameras). And dad tells me to take it apart and put it in a small box where there were small parts made of steel, iron and aluminum, and where there were small tools. And I do that, and I unscrew the screws that attached it and I take it completely apart and put everything in that box. And suddenly I find 2 old black felt-tip pens (Stabilo point 88) and I think: "Why's this here?" and I take it to see if it works, on some pad that was on that computer desk that was in the corner where the camera was, and where that little box was. And I opened the felt-tip pen, and started writing, and that's where my dream ended.

15/10/2024