"Are you ok?"
"I...I had a terrible nightmare."
"You're shaking. What made it so terrible??"
"I was...I was in my back yard, only it wasn't my back yard, you know? It was this European square, I guess. I was starving and didn't have any money so I had to perform, only I had zero talent. All I had to work with was a ball, a couple fans and a metal stick thing that must have cost me some amount of money at some point...Anyway, it seemed that every time I tried to do a trick it went wrong. I would throw the ball in the air and it would be just out of reach to catch. I would try to do a Chinese fan trick, but turns out it wasn't a trick at all. Ah, fuck, at one point I may have been dancing, but not really dancing, i don't know. And then there was that metal stick thing that I would just roll on my arms: front, back, front... I don't want to talk about it anymore. It felt almost too real."
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