Isaac
I stared at the guy for a few moments with an expression that most people would save only for the guy that runs in the classroom naked, urinates on the teacher's desk, tries to chew on a few notebooks that unsuspecting students have left lying around and leaves, all the while screaming something like BLURGHRULRLRGU (I used the look on many other occasions as well, though, so nothing personal). Then I turned away, getting a better look at the world around me.
There might have been a few floating islands way across the field, far across in the distance, just above the horizon. I wasn't sure at that distance, even with my glasses. Some of the pillars seemed to have carvings in them, so delicate and complex I wasn't sure if any man could make them in the real world. Others seemed to be smooth, so smooth as if the molecules themselves had been cut in half to make the surface less bumpy. I thought I saw people near the pillars as well, but since they were pretty far as well - much closer than the horizon, sure, but still pretty far - I wasn't too sure.
I gathered my focus on the stranger sitting next to me again. I studied him closely, my eyes still squinting, burning with a blaze of scepticism, until I finally stopped my evaluation and said, rather bluntly: "I don't know you."
The stranger only blinked, the blank face left no doubt he had not a single clue what I was talking about. "I have never seen you," I continued. "I have never seen anyone like you, in my dreams, in my school, on the street, nowhere. So you better tell me who the hell you are and why the hell you're in my dream, my dream, where everything is controlled by my brain and my memories. You shouldn't exist in my dreams, so why do you?"
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I stared at the guy for a few moments with an expression that most people would save only for the guy that runs in the classroom naked, urinates on the teacher's desk, tries to chew on a few notebooks that unsuspecting students have left lying around and leaves, all the while screaming something like BLURGHRULRLRGU (I used the look on many other occasions as well, though, so nothing personal). Then I turned away, getting a better look at the world around me.
There might have been a few floating islands way across the field, far across in the distance, just above the horizon. I wasn't sure at that distance, even with my glasses. Some of the pillars seemed to have carvings in them, so delicate and complex I wasn't sure if any man could make them in the real world. Others seemed to be smooth, so smooth as if the molecules themselves had been cut in half to make the surface less bumpy. I thought I saw people near the pillars as well, but since they were pretty far as well - much closer than the horizon, sure, but still pretty far - I wasn't too sure.
I gathered my focus on the stranger sitting next to me again. I studied him closely, my eyes still squinting, burning with a blaze of scepticism, until I finally stopped my evaluation and said, rather bluntly: "I don't know you."
The stranger only blinked, the blank face left no doubt he had not a single clue what I was talking about. "I have never seen you," I continued. "I have never seen anyone like you, in my dreams, in my school, on the street, nowhere. So you better tell me who the hell you are and why the hell you're in my dream, my dream, where everything is controlled by my brain and my memories. You shouldn't exist in my dreams, so why do you?"
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