dream feed

Dasch: i'm sick and tired of eating almost same dog food everyday.

Dude: is it that bad. i never had it in my life. i'm actually surprised i haven't. maybe it's good that i didn't. would you never recommend it.

Dasch: at this point. i can never recommend it. maybe at some point previous, yes perhaps. now i cannot have another scoop of that boring taste. it's not fair that i don't get to have much joy in having diverse food like yall.

Dude: honestly, i don't know what you've been eating. as you know, i have nothing to do with giving you the meals. so i think your complaint is quite misdirected at me. you should talk to my parents.

Dasch: the thing is i cannot talk to them like i can to you.

Dude: for which i have no idea why. why don't you seriously start talking to them and reveal your secret ability. i will back you up if it gets too controversial and shocking for them.

Dasch: i wonder if they can take such heavy truth. that all this time, i have been pretending to be normal like all others. in fact, it's been too long and i'm afraid i may have missed the right timing to confess it.

Dude: i mean it's totally up to you. and doesn't it actually get annoying to be always pretending and acting? or has it become too easy for you. i can never imagine suppressing myself to be silent when i'm fully capable of speaking. my mouth would itch so much that it might even get bloated or get an infection of some sort.

Dasch: i don't know. i don't know. i don't know. man. i don't know what to do. it's not so easy and straight as you would think. i'm supposed to be a dog. i shouldn't have this ability. it's probably nothing that is expected of me. what if that upsets them. i mean it may be too late for them to change their mind. it's already been several years. so. hmm. yeah maybe it won't be much of risk. yet, i'm still not sure if perhaps i'm ready for it. and...

Dude: and...? i mean i think you're now on the right track to finally come out and strike an ending to your acting career. why keep playing someone that is not really you. or... actually, i don't know if that's the case. i don't know who are you actually? hmm. what the heck.

Dasch: that's the thing. because i've been mostly a normal dog whether acted or not. i feel like it is also big part of me. and also, i also do like being a normal speechless dog. just because i can speak, it's not that i want to be speaking all the time and i feel the mandate to speak it forcefully. think about it. i cannot recall when i first burst into speaking to you. it was none of my intention. i don't know if you can follow that.

Dude: i mean. i was totally unprepared of course. and yes, i have no idea how that speech of yours started pouring out. and i'm confused that it was none of your intention.

Dasch: i'm not confident myself if i can explain it well either because it was definitely extraordinary occasion. i just found myself speaking to you. it wasn't that i knew what line to say to begin our first conversation. it was very much like a knee jerk when it gently hit a rubber hammer on it.

Dude: i don't know what the hammer was for you in this case. i don't know what i did differently than other family members that hammered your speech to jerk.

Dasch: all i know is that i kept coming to your room because i liked sitting on your mattress and couch. also, you never really talked to me and i liked being unbothered. so maybe because you never bothered me and left me alone. i think your room gave me some privacy even though you were there since you hardly made yourself much present to me.

Dude: okay i don't mind you occupying any of them as long as i am not already there. but that doesn't quite explain why you still got urged to speak all of sudden. where are you getting at? sometimes you seem to always get lost when you speak. i mean i'm used to it but i gotta set you back on the topic.

Dasch: it's not like i'm writing an essay when i speak. if i did, who would even read it anyways? and what would i even try to prove in that paper? nor could i even write. so anyhow and anyways, you never quite messed around with me. it doesn't mean i was upset that you never really gave me much care or attention. listen to this. the thing is, and this is nothing against people, that we dogs don't really care that much if we are unattended or uncared for. we don't have any initial expectation that people will come and hug and pat us with unconditional kindness. in fact, we or at least, i would be very offended cause i do have pace when it comes to building relationship. i just don't want to be pat around and considered a domesticated pet to be toyed and hugged around like a plush toy.

Dude: okay, that's some stuff i have never heard. and i'm not sure if you are speaking for yourself or on behalf of many dogs in general. i mean you are pulling mainly from your experience.

Dasch: yeah so yes i'm not a president or representative of dogs of this world. and i do not have any political ambition either. so consider that maybe for your simplification, this is just about me. so yes, it's just that other family members and i have an relationship of kind that totally different from ours. So, you get what i mean? i cannot suddenly shatter it by start conversing with them. and if i thought i should, i probably would have done it already. and as for you, i think words just came out because you were mostly quiet and i was bored one day when i was in your room. i thought i was seeking privacy but after some time passed, so i think i unconsciously somehow wanted to tickle you to see what response i could get. in a sense, i wanted to experiment how your timelessly unmoving ass would flinch if i throw some hard straight baseball pitch into your most vulnerable strike zone.

Dude: i would say the pitch was definitely such quadruply convoluted curveball that i think my brains were getting more wrinkles when i first heard you speak. i think my brain wrinkles were all shaped into question marks. obviously, brain doesn't feel so i cannot explain what sensation it was. i think i definitely thought i had drunk too much. yes, that's exactly it. it really hit me that i had to stop drinking. i must have thought i was hallucinating or confusing the reality with some crazy dream. But so far, as you can see, i still haven't waken from it. So i guess it is real.

Dasch: yeah, about dream. we may not want to get into that. it's quite scary because we have no idea which dream is real or not. or even now, the very one we are in. i am not sure if it's a dream or reality that has no more dreams underneath. and i'm not even sure if that's a good thing or not. who knows i might prefer returning to another reality underneath this dream, if we can say this one we are in is a dream.

Dude: i would be so mentally destroyed and torn if this one we are in turned out to be part of another dimension after all. dude, i know i haven't been the best exemplary human being on this earth in humanity but it doesn't mean i have no feelings or belonging to this one. you know i wouldn't wake up in the morning if i didn't want to do anything. i know i'm not the proudest of myself. but there are things i still want to build upon and achieve something good. and if all this progress was taken away, i would be so freakin frustrated.

Dasch: i mean don't dread it so much already. it hasn't happened yet. so just keep it going perhaps until the end of it. just because you worry over that is not really gonna determine if this one is truly the real one or another dream.

Dude: yeah, you were right that it's better we don't get into dreams.

Dasch: you want your dream to be realized in this one. you don't want to be dreaming though. you don't want to be fed someone else's dream. i know i don't like being fed similar dog food over and over. but i would eat that over and over if it is required to make this reality work. but dream feeds? i would never have it once. i mean i won't be able to stop it if the force of universe suddenly changes everything but. yeah. i do have my own progress and things i've tracked on. i cannot let them just dissipate to nothing.

Dude: but before anything, i am mad hungry. maybe it will be a good reality check.

Dasch: dude i was getting into profound part, why would you cut it short like that and be such a chat killer.

Dude: dude, whatever it is. i don't wanna be a hungry philosopher talking about dream. i'd rather just be drinking and eating in reality.

Dasch: that, actually, is point well made. i just wanna be a dog, none of that philosopher honor or title. well, then.

Dude: let us reunite. un til then. salute.