I’ve been spending too much time on X.
I dreamt of Elon Musk.
I was a girl. We sat together in what looked like an open train.
No words, our eyes talked. Neither romantic nor filial.
He’s so tall.
I looked up to him as he wrapped his right arm around me.
Then he started playing music… with parts of his face.
I had childlike wonder on my face.
He smiled lightly and brought out something about as wide as his mouth, a harmonica.
One after the other, parts of his face popped and played music – his cheeks, his nose, his eyes, his forehead.
I laid my head on his chest as the train kept moving forward, the cool breeze brushing on my cheeks.
I was safe.
Then I awakened.
ancore! 