[WP] Mysterious shops appear all around the world overnight. They sell pills that let people dream whatever they want.

The lights are off. The windows are open. I'm sitting on my bed, shirtless, staring at the small translucent green capsule in my hand. I'm still mulling it over. I'm not usually the self stimulating type. But lately the idea of escape has started to appear more inviting. I was happy, outgoing kid. Then I was an aspirational student. Now I see grey hairs, I feel like I'm unravelling, cracking up. I feel as if I'm not as sharp as I used to be. I stay away from the more... The harder sentences, because if I don't I stumble, and forget where I was going. These pills, they're not hard to come by. And from what I've overheard, they're damn good, too. The vivid worlds that you can shape, or let unfold around you. It sounds inviting. I rest it on my tongue. My mouth is dry. I grab the glass of water. I see vast landscapes Mountains The tree high people, on their skeletal mounts, cantering across the plains. I see their wars, their tribal politics startling in its complexity, tradition, and dilemmas. I see humanity's first sleeper ship, carrying millions stored in hibernation towards the possibility of life removed from Sol. I am a navigator, one of thousands awake in the the hundred year old city aboard sleepy. We are the ones who will deliver the payload. We vote yearly on the allocation of resources, and on who should take the seats on the council of High Navigators. I see green, grassy hills. I see blue sky. I see the hut on the bank of a hill, smoke from the stack, movement inside. I am a tradesman, this is my home. The apple is sweet and crisp. I lie on the warm turf, resting after a long day's hard work. I bite down harder. I rip into the centre of the fruit, and find the seeds. They are are green, and almost see-through. Without thinking, I knock back one. Then another. Strange, yet appealing ideas. Shapes, colours I hadn't considered. Landscapes. The beating of helicopter blades. I jerk in my seat. 'All right there buddy?' the pilot looks at me strangely. 'yeah, just trying to tell if this is a dream or not' 'oh, almost certainly' 'Did you or did you not just answer my question before I asked it?' 'i can see you're not feeling well. Take these'. He holds out his capped hands full of green translucent beads. I hesitate. 'Trust me, I'm a doctor.' 'I thought you were a pilot?' 'Cant I be both?' 'i think we're in trouble' I suggest to the doctor as the helicopter starts to accelerate at a steep dive towards the sea of teletubbies. I open my mouth wide, and allow him to funnel the pills into my mouth.

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