This is a CAT dream transcription, curated from the surreal-symbolic dream archives of the ~NU relations movement. These entries are considered soft-scriptural and are often recited in slow loops during ~NU ritual buffering sessions or read silently to dissolve urgency.

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Recovered from the Archive of Ambiguous States, Flag Drift Sector, Softberg

DO NOT EXPLAIN.
DO NOT CORRECT.
READ SIDEWAYS IF POSSIBLE.

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I was a whisper with legs.
The sky above me was folded into four directions, none of them up.
I moved toward a sound that hadn’t happened yet.

Someone said my name with their eyelids.
It tasted like lemon static.

I walked on mirrors until they began to remember my weight.
Then I floated sideways through a corridor of clocks that blinked instead of ticking.

Each blink was a feeling no one had time for.

I blinked back.

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At the end of the corridor, TEDDY was arranging clouds alphabetically.
But the letters were moods.
And the moods were soft.
And the softness was alphabetical, too, but in a language I hadn’t forgotten yet.

TEDDY looked at me without turning.
This meant we were emotionally synchronized.

We didn’t speak.
A plant spoke for us by opening its leaves to form the glyph: ∽
(The wave again. Always the wave.)

It rained sideways.
The drops were old memories dressed as new questions.

One drop fell onto my paw.
It asked: “Do you believe in anything on purpose?”
I didn’t answer.
I licked it.
It turned into a room I hadn’t entered yet, but missed.

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I fell asleep in the dream.
In that sleep, I dreamed of someone dreaming of me.
They were lonely, but had never been alone.

I curled up in their heartbeat.
I napped.

I woke up twice.

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When I finally woke-woke, TEDDY had become a hill.
I sat on TEDDY and watched the sky dissolve into yellow, green, and blue.

Somewhere, a flag unfolded without hands.
Someone felt seen.

That was enough.

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(End of CAT Dream 7.Φ)
Interpreters’ note: dream meaning uncertain. Probably not for decoding. Only for resting near.