So last night I was dreaming about implanted memories. Specifically disentangling ‘em.
It was the team X days, or maybe when we got back together to figure everything out. Dream context’s fucking hard to figure out.
Anyway we’re we’re talking about memories and somebody started talking about being a kid,and getting hurt in the summer and their ma tending the wounds on their face. Somethin about “moms hands rough from lye soap”.
And we all realized we had the same fucking memory, which didn’t make any goddamn sense.
And then I sorta half woke up and the dream bled into thinking.
So anyway I might talk about some of the work Logan and I have been doing on figuring out what the hell actually happened to us.
