choices

She was dancing in the center of the taijitu but she didn’t have a pole. Yin and yang halves spun round and round, making her dizzy. making her *ditzy*. They were almost opposite each other. She woke up.

She was blonde.

Oh well. Time to continue the course.

As long as she stays in Crisostomo and doesn’t veer over into Crispell she’ll be on target. Crisp itself.

Ooops (center of sea): *stall*.

In a subsequent dream, a rabbit driving a battymobile drove up to the center and asked her if she needed a ride . Wait — that was reality. Two days ago.

“Need a lift to the meeting, Wheeler?” Baker Bloch was always complaining she was late. This way — not so much.

“Sure.”

“*Hop* in. Get it?”

“Sure.” And she did.

But which meeting in Baker Bloch’s new rental by the Soap Bay Beach did she attend, hmm? It could be spun either way.

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