Video-Window: Glass

Earth man narrates his 'claim' a dream-teleportation inside a video-game draws his Selfie age 'diagonals' for things of placement complexity risk (for psyche-swords).

A story of the mind's eye for a modern 'universe' of Selfie-ties and lifestyle toys for inventive normality/nights.. Thanks for reading, 

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"I had found a special illusion using my ice-hockey trading card that transported me inside my video-game on my special birthday, but my girlfriend thought I was spewing a claim no different than one offered by any other Selfie-culture crazy fantasizing about escapism (Facebook-like!)."

GIRLFRIEND: You're in need of therapy, love.

ME: I'm not lying, darling...I was inside a hockey game, wow.

GIRLFRIEND: Did you get beat?

ME: No, I actually stood-out like a skate-wizard, wow.

GIRLFRIEND: What did you learn, love?
ME: I tell you truth here, darling...I felt like I was envied by Martians.

GIRLFRIEND: There's no such thing as Martians, love (ha).

ME: Geez, my hockey-card has me feeling like a super-hero now.

GIRLFRIEND: Write about it, love (Selfie-like!).

"It didn't matter to me my girlfriend didn't believe me. I had become some sort of video-game inside-man; in the dream-vision, I was one of those digital avatar-playable characters skating around, doing synthetic-brawls, and scoring on the enemy's nets for the Ego (ha). My girlfriend insisted the dream was encouragement that I had found some languages for Earthling escapism and created this funny-joke that I now drew Martian envy for what tech-toys delivered to my brain for chats with my lady (Facebook-like!)."

THERAPIST: Take your girlfriend to an eatery on Friday for Vietnamese-noodles.

ME: This is insane, but it's a great story, man.

THERAPIST: You need time-away from sports-treasures and toys...for Valentine's.

ME: You think I'm a space case, huh?

THERAPIST: That's Selfie and toys modernism life, pal...incomplete sanity/stock.

ME: You're right...but I tell you I was inside that hockey game (like a tiny faerie).

THERAPIST: Faerie-tales, faerie-tales, pal...the 'thing' of kites (only)...take meds.

ME: Sure...that's just what a Martian may say (or joke)...life's compromises.

THERAPIST: For the Ego (and Pho-soup!).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)