Munmun(15)

Anyway that was just for a few nights because lawstudents were not impressed by Prettyworld.

“Holy crap, what a tacky hellzone,” they said when Prayer tried dragging them to it.

“Is this the sad weird dreaming of the manager of a Prettyshop,” they also said.

“Bro, it was a good try but we need something more romantic,” Prayer said. “But you’re doing great and I appreciate you.”

Even when it’s your dumb sis, compliments feel nice, so maybe Prayer’s strategy of Always Compliment People You Want Things From isn’t the dumbest.

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Anyway the breakthrough I had was pretty smart, but pretty sad. Because my breakthrough was, who knows the most about being in love? Usher, that’s who.

Usher and I were sitting onenight in a Prettyworld pillowhouse, he was explaining his learnings of the day to me.

“Today in Business Laws I learned that a person can become a corpo,” he said. “If you set it up right no one except the bank even has to know.”

“Hmmm, you dontsay,” I said.

“I need to look into how but basically if you’re an accountant for a big corpo, you can route the profits through a shellcorpo and say it’s for tax reasons but secretly the shellcorpo is literally just you,” he dreamed.

“No way, that’s crazy,” I nodded, trying prettyhard to follow along but instead distracted by trying to figure out how is this place not romantic, I mean look at how freaking fluffy and twinkly everything is, those koalas are literally having an international hug festival over there.

“I guess this is why corpos usually cage their accountants in a special prison,” realized Usher.

“Hey can I ask you something,” I said. “How is this place not super romantic.”

“Do you want me to be honest with you,” he said.

“Yeah ofcourse,” I said.

“It’s completely fake and crazy,” he said.

“Yeah but what’s wrong with that,” I said.

“Love feels fake when it’s in a fake place,” Usher said. “In a real place is where it feels real.”

“Okay, but Usher, this is Dreamworld,” I said. “The whole point is you can make stuff that’s better than real.”

Usher shrugged.

I thought for the billionth time, dang, it must be insane and terrible for Usher to leave Dreamworld every morning, step back into Palsyworld.

“I mean what’s good that’s real,” I said.

“One good real thing is, it’s nice to look at things from up high,” said Usher. “So maybe one of the best real things would be if you could get up really high somewhere where you could look at all of Lossy Indica.”

“Ohsnap,” I said, realizing, that’s an obviously great idea.

“That’s probably where I would take someone I loved, if I could,” he said.

Obviously he meant Prayer, I knew it, he knew I knew it.

So it was a crap jerk peen move to take Usher’s idea of a perfect date with Prayer and instead create it for random lawstudents. But that’s what I did. Because look, that was the whole reason we left the beach and traveled to stupid law school in the first place.

Here’s what I did. I dreamed a family of moons, lemony glowing moons the size of a car or boat, each with a tackedon ropenet hammock swaying underneath, and I floated in one hammock under one moon and Prayer floated in another, and hers swooped down dreamyslow to the windows of the lecturehall.

Lecturehall was where lawstudents dreamed themselves a lot of the time, super bored or anxious, sometimes also naked. So there they were, tumbling and fretting and lazing around, and then Prayer appeared to them through the window murmuring, “Who would like to come with me and see the city tonight,” and a few guys perked up and said me me I do, even though they recognized her, even a couple bullies. So she picked one named Glen. He was thin and quiet and not super mean, and he stepped out the window and into the hammock, and up up up the moons all drifted into the Lossy Indica nightsky.

It’s not so hard to fly in dreams. The hard part is seeing anything faraway. The higher you get the harder it is, the more details you need to dream. So basically I was dreaming super hard to make the whole glittering city visible from cloudheight, all the streets parks suburbs slums, all the scales of house and street. All of Lossy Indica. Dockseye, Sentrow, Sandy Barb, Sacrament, Laura Cannon, Wet Almanac, Eat Almanac, the Dreamoughs.

I even tried to dream the bigrich palacezone of Balustrade, on the coast up to the north, I’ve seen the enormous freaking houses from newsvids so I just planted a few on the beach with a couple rich giants rambling around.

It was a lot but I did okay and when I drifted over to Prayer’s moon, invisibling myself, it did actually sound like she was having her first real convo with a lawstudent that wasn’t just the game of Humiliate Prayer With The Power Of Lawarguments.

“So, I see you around sometimes and I do wonder about you, ofcourse, like where you even came from,” I heard Glen say.

“Well I lived by the beach for a year, right dowwwwwwn there, if you can see it, but I left because I wanted to meet more educated people,” I heard Prayer say, and I dreamed the beach glowing a pulse like hereIam, I’m the beach where Prayer lived.

“You’re full of surprises, I have to tell you,” I heard Glen say.