Fever dreams

In my dreams last night, the boundaries between individual minds were obliterated. I was both myself, stroking the shell of a beetle with my fingertip, and the beetle, clinging desperately to the ground as a gargantuan human finger dropped from the sky to rasp across my back. I saw everyone as a sort of glass box, their timeline curling forward and backward inside, but every time I tried to follow somebody's life I found the timelines multiplying and ramifying as they interacted with one another, and soon I was trying to keep a dozen lives in my head at the same time. It was fascinating but overwhelming, and I was utterly unable to learn anything about anyone.

Earlier, I was one of the Mad Men executives, trying to find a way to market protective cheese capsules to commuters. "Climb inside your protective cheese capsule, and you'll be whizzed to work in safety!" Nobody seemed to worry about people getting to work covered in Cheez Whiz. Or drowning.