Two Dreamscapes

I had a job scaring children for television. Not real kids–tv children. There was a closet and a stolen basketball. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson!” There was Gary Coleman. Upon waking, I could not breathe.

Outwardly, of course, he was fine: striped chambray shirt, blue blazer, tie, idle chit-chat about the weather. But then, this:

“In the Mothership–that’s where they have a perfect clone of you they’ll use to replace the real you.”