First Operator Chronicles - 🜂 DREAMCORE 02

I have to write down this weird dream

[//Oneiric entry. Unverified. Not cross-checked against external records]

I remember that in this dream I was
sitting on my bed
when I saw a crack in the wall.
Something was watching me from inside it.

I didn’t want to get closer.
I felt that sudden hit of fear.

I ran through the building in my pajamas.
The hallways were empty,
but every time I turned my head
there was another crack,
and in each one,
the same stare.

I have flashes of images from this dream:
the distorted receipt,
the numbers 11.11,
the letters MRSP layered over it,
as if they belonged to the dream itself.

Another flash:
her mouth
taking a slow, glowing drag from a cigarette.
The City covered in mist again.

I woke up with a jolt,
with the sense
that the crack was still there.
I turned on the light and looked around.
Thankfully, it wasn’t.

End of record.