My name is Shi Yi. The dreams I have become reality.
In my dreams, the world is an apocalyptic wasteland. I can find clues to things people have lost: lottery numbers, the location of a wallet, a missing dog.
Five hundred per search, with fair prices for all.
But this time, things went wrong. The dog collar I found in the wasteland was so rusty it looked like it had been thrown away years ago. My partner went looking for it in the real world, but found a brand-new one instead.
The injuries I sustain in my dreams are still there when I wake up.
Then I received a text: “The one you saw was old, but the one he found was new. Don’t you think that’s strange?”
There’s something wrong with this dream.
