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You now find yourself outside in a wooded area. It's snowed recently and the sky is painted white. In this form you see yourself vaguely different but overall feel the same. The hands are older. You really can't see anything past that in this vision other than someone is visibly upset and you have them against a wall in some attempt to calm them down. This girl looks like she was trying to keep herself together and like she prematurely wants to bang on your chest before having a breakdown all simultaneously while trusting you. You hug her before she gets to that point. It seems to work. You remember her saying "And this whole time you said nothing!!" To which you reply "Because you never would have finished.". "And they made me go there knowing it would trigger something even if it was at your door like a bloody idiot. You're always one step ahead of me and I hate it. I hate all of this." You feel frozen as the dream abruptly starts changes again, but the feelings towards this girl haven't changed, and like a good side scroller.. we pan into another layer of this dream. You feel nothing other than seeing. There is ambient ding on in this flight as the fasten seatbelt sign has just been turned on. After a bit of disorientation you find yourself sitting in a seat. There is a stewardess walking down the isle quietly whispering to people. It's dark, and you've come to the conclusion that this is somewhere on an overnight flight in this large metal tube. You make eye contact with her as she pours you something to drink. "We ran out of chips on the last flight. I hope these are okay." She says. "I'll leave you two incase she wants one." She hands you a small bag of goldfish. You take it and thank her, only to be slightly confused until you realize the upset girl from the previous dream layer now has her head on your shoulder. You have no idea what this is but her arm is tucked under yours and is lightly touching your hand. Whether or not she's awake or not is entirely another story. She's wearing her purple scrambler watch on her right wrist on top of a black sleeve protector. The device on your lap is presenting itself as some sort of moving picture at a table. You don't remember taking away a fidget slider from her, but here in this room of faceless people, you find yourself now fiddling with it in front of it as this large group of faceless ones staring as if they are trying to decipher fiction from reality. You feel this girl has given you the same level of comfort on the first and are somehow all connected. As you look to her all you can see is the face of Kiki as it blurs and blend to melt in-between these different stages. A new stage happens as she's staring at you directly. The room now begins to fill up with Water here, too. You find a glass bottle of Mango Snapple, still intact with the metal cap on, is somehow now sitting in front of you as you reluctantly hand the fidget toy back to her. You take the glass bottle and open it. The metal cap gives off a its classic popping sound. The triggered pop has placed you back to your room in the Palace, abruptly now finding yourself back with Biggles under a set of sheets in your room. She's laying with you with her forehead on your shoulder. And in this affectionate lingering, it's snowing outside, while the iron stove crackles and roars. You've slept for 12 hours, and although you can't recollect it all, as it becomes too much. There are no exceptions to the room of silence for when you wake up, your heart beat is now in your throat, desperately aching for that real connection with her. Outside your snowy window, a herd of domesticated deer walk by. Have you had anything remotely interesting and been outside, they likely would have ate out of your hand. | |