Nearly every night without exception, it occurred consistently, be it a brief dream or one that spanned the entirety of the night.

It typically began in a similar fashion, with him engaging in an activity such as relaxing on the back porch of the ranch when suddenly, a tiny version of you would appear! You appeared to be small in stature, not small enough to be considered a bug—more like a hamster or maybe a mouse. Each time, you would manifest on his lap, speaking with a high-pitched voice that he could only discern by holding you up to his ear, emphasizing on how realistic the dreams could be sometimes. As he experienced them more frequently, he grew accustomed to their occurrence and even began to appreciate them, despite their seemingly nonsensical and foolish nature.

Tonight, the events commenced in a distinct setting - his home office. Engaged in his customary paperwork, he realized subconsciously that he was in a dream, evident by his inability to read the words on the computer screen. As he reached down for a pencil, a faintly recognizable squeak emanated at the brush of his knuckle. Looking down, he beheld your presence, seated on the floor next to the pencil. Bowing his head, he made eye contact with you.

“Oops…” He chuckles. “Did I knock you over?”