I was puttering around the apartment when my eyes stopped working, and kept holding the last thing I’d seen – or rather what I’d see when I’d open my eyes while still lying there in bed. And in the dream I was completely convinced that this was reality, and hoping it’d go away but getting scared because it was staying longer than I’d ever had it before.
You would think that the near-complete emptiness of my studio would have been a tip-off; it’s been kind of messy for several months, but here it was beautifully pristine.
I tried using Siri to call Nick for help. It said it was dialing Rik, which I figured was close enough, but I got a complete stranger instead. Then I somehow got in contact with Tugrik, and started to ask him for help; this soon turned into an outpouring of the fear I hadn’t quite been expressing of being blind for life or something, and then suddenly I was sitting up in the hotel bed shouting “WHEW!”.
Shower now, I guess, then I start packing my crap up so I can go home tonight.