I wasn’t sure.

Some days I felt like I was walking inside a dream. All of my desires and inner thoughts were soon reflected in the outside world. It was amazing, my little box, but felt a little uncanny.

It was like my mind was a lantern, the light inside kindled by my magic box, and casting shadows of my conscious and unconscious desires flickering around me like goblins.

Like today, at lunch. I was sitting alone, like I usually do, and almost fell asleep in the middle of all the noise of the cafeteria. I caught Melissa’s eye for a split second, and thought to myself, “I wish that girl would come talk to me.”

Soon enough, she sauntered over to my table, sat down and started to tell me about the weird dream she had last night. In it we were dating, and I was at her house, sitting next to her and playing with her hair while we watched TV.

The show that we were watching was all about my life, and she was able to give me just enough detail to raise goosebumps on my arms.

“How weird is that?” She said.