Reality leaks,” he told us at the first meeting. “The consciousness that imagines us into existence doesn’t always remember all the details. It gets distracted. It lets things slip. It can’t keep up the illusion in all places and all times, and it’s our job to find those places and times, to peel back the edges.” -Will Ludwigsen, We Were Wonder Scouts, (Asimov’s Science Fiction Aug 2011)
Writing Prompt: Write a story, scene, or poem about being someone else’s dream. What happens when the dreamer is awake? What is life like?
Journaling Prompt: Are there things about reality that make you suspect that reality leaks?