The other night, I dreamed about sex with my friend.
The opening sentence of Calvin Gimpelevich’s haunting story “Burned Location” is, like everything else in the story, both a confession and a deceit. The story takes place in an alternate—or maybe we should say prospective—reality in which dreams can be purchased as easily as we now stream TV shows. Terrifyingly, these dreams can also be shared, implanted in someone else’s mind the way a shared Netflix account can mix someone else’s taste for John Wick movies into your queue of British baking shows.
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