Into the Ether

I sit down at a bar, having a good time while I can.

"Buttery nipples for us!"

My favorite drink of this lifetime. Pure fun. I remember the one and only time I've had these in waking life. A friend's going away party with just three of us non-fucking lesbians.

I down a shot. It tastes exactly how I remember it. I wonder if this time I'll black out too. I don't.

Later in the night I head out and take myself for a walk in the snow.

Dream characters pop up alongside the sidewalk. I pass each one, watching as they fizzle out moments after their manifestation.

It's so empty these days. There's got to be someone I can create to have a play partner. I need to outdo the last creation. Something bigger and more encompassing, with numerous conflicting personality traits.

None of these match what I'm searching for. All I want is something entertaining.

I manifest myself a slice of pepperoni pizza and eat it while I think.

Already done everything I want in dreams. Not much interest in people at this point. Best experiences lately have been when interacting with animals. They don't ask questions. No titillating goals, no fears, no more concern. No more enthusiasm. Yet I have to be here nightly. I must find something worthwhile to do. Must be entertained. What to do.

Maybe I'll go and get hitched in dreaming. Find some muggle man to torment nightly. Create dream babies and adopt a demon or two. Maybe. That could be fun for a few weeks.

I'd rather play with aliens. Not a bad idea either. They might top 'animals' at this point.