I dreamt about Ciara today. She was still alive and vivid, and I followed her through the city in awe and disbelief. I rushed miles with a beating chest and glassy eyes, hypnotized. She was around 23. I must have been following her for an hour now. It was risky. I came quite close to her, but I felt the eyes of bystanders on me, so I cooled down. I was very much afraid of getting caught or confronted, but I couldn’t let go of her. So, in an act of preservation, I tried to film her as she walked through the school grounds. During this heroic act, a group of rogue teenagers caught and confronted me. My heart sank. I could see Ciara walking farther and farther away, leaving me behind. Eventually, a teacher came and freed me, whilst I acted all innocent and charming towards her. And as they were forced to give my phone back, I slunk away from them immediately like a gargoyle. It was already dark, the street lamps were dim, and there was no soul around here anymore. My heart beat for the loss of Ciara, for I will never see her again.