This dream started at the big supermarket on the west side of the main road through town and moved to a house on a hill on the opposite side of the road but I don’t really remember how the supermarket was involved. Somehow I ended up holding a gallon Ziploc bag that had a clay-coloured chunk of mineral inside. It was actually radioactive waste, so the bag felt warm. Somebody had told me it was only giving off alpha radiation so it was safe as long as it stayed inside the bag. But after a while, the gray surface began to crumble and flake off, revealing inner layers with the texture of obsidian: first green, then purple, then glowing black at the heart. I had a bag full of radioactive crystalline fragments and didn’t know what to do with it.

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