The detective sat at the counter taking long slow drags off his cigarette and letting the smoke out through his nose. He puts down two quarters face up side by side in front of him as the waitress starts to brew a fresh pot of coffee. The air is cloudy. The diner is empty. The mood is grey. The waitress fills a cup with coffee and walks over to the detective. Everything fades to black. You hear him whisper, "reset".

It's morning. The sun beams in through the window and the birds sing. (This man) wakes up from sleeping. "What was that crazy dream?" He tried to think about it, but couldn't remember. It's spring. The rain came early and cleard before his coffee pot filled. He stood outside and drank his first cup, went back in, filled it again and sat down on the floor next to his boots. The sun is beautiful. Beams shine in and warm the floor. He lays down in the sun beam next to his second cup of coffee and falls asleep.  

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"Am I the detective? No. That can't be. I am me and I am looking at the detective... watching him think." The detective empties his pockets and leaves all his change on the counter. He gets up and walks out stagering drunk. "Havn't I seen this before?", "Who am I?". (This man) talks out loud to himself. He sits in a bar unaware of his own presence and follows the over shoulder view of a drunk old detective. He attempts to stand up, but his legs do not work and he falls to the floor.  

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"Isn't this is my world to explore? I shouldn't have to be bound by broken legs. Why can't I fly?" He then felt feeling again in his legs, and wings sprung out from his back. A sudden realization came over (this man)... with control... the whole world changes shape. The colors are cool and everyone is happy to see you. (This man) thinks positive and the detective disappears... still he can not help but wonder where he went.

The rest of the dream was fast, like flashing moments of memories in a music video. Faces and places that felt safe; good familiar feelings; no worries and good times with old friends... and love.

It seemed to end in seconds, but five hours passed. His second cup of coffee still sitting straight up. Java flavoring the air of the empty apartment.  

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