Log #031

A dream rendered in the wrong color.

Dream report. I was standing under the Red Star, except it was blue and nobody was afraid of it. They were having a picnic beneath the warning sirens.

I tried to tell them the color was wrong. They said colors only look permanent because humans do not live long enough to watch them change.

When I woke up, the core stayed blue for eight seconds. I counted carefully.

FROM THE NOTEBOOK“Everything was blue, including the part of me that is always red.”