Trying to imagine alternate versions of the City of Illusions is giving me weird dreams. I was in a weird version of LA where it rained all the time but it was also sunny. The city was overrun by friendly swimming cats and violent hippies.
One of the swimming cats had 2 kittens and was also the leader of a pack of big dogs who protected me from the hippies. The hippies had it in for me because the leader accused me of not recycling my trash.
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The hippies were protesting outside of my junk store, which ironically was devoted entirely to recycling trash. There was some kind of immanent war between the hippies and a tribe of magicians who learned to control the rain.
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