Dream 608: Bernieng Man
07.27.2019 § Leave a comment
As the crowd disperses, Bernie is left sitting at a table. I’m standing nearby and overheard his most recent exchange, regarding his appointment to get volumetrically captured for a VR photograph. “The medium is still developing,” I say, no pun intended, but he calls me on it.
At the banquet dinner, Bernie’s dad jokes that since Bernie’s little brother died (which most people weren’t aware of, and his recounting of this comes across as slightly rude), all Bernie has left are friends 10 years older than him.
Bernie is wandering from bed to bed in our cabin, unable to find a place he feels comfortable sleeping, until someone finally finds his childhood blanket set. He is so feeble that he takes inch-long steps only, shuddering as he carries his blanket into a bedroom.