11-28-2024, 04:58 PM
The steady and brooding Kiyohito was not one to often display surprise, but when explained they were dreaming, and all the dangers of the experience, the expression clearly brightened his face.
The room seemed as real and solid as expected of waking life. His companions, Cal and Marisol, were similarly of flesh and blood. Intense focus replaced the surprise on his face as he examined theirs, wondering if some hidden haze may overtake them as if the Matrix was suddenly revealed.
Yet nothing of the sort happened. He had to accept the evidence before him, and that was how he shifted his own appearance with a whim, and that the strange familiarity of a building he’d never been in before must all be accounted for by the power of a dream.
“We are sharing this dream together? Have I conjured you two as some sort of guardians to explain to me what I already know? Or are you also two people in your own beds, sharing your dream with me?”
He shook his head in exasperation and crossed to the window to peer upon a world he wasn’t sure was actually there. Buildings surrounded theirs. A street stretched, but all the usual accompaniments - trash, rats, cars - were chillingly absent.
The next moment, the room shifted around him, and he suddenly found himself on that very street, unaware of how he came to be there.
The room seemed as real and solid as expected of waking life. His companions, Cal and Marisol, were similarly of flesh and blood. Intense focus replaced the surprise on his face as he examined theirs, wondering if some hidden haze may overtake them as if the Matrix was suddenly revealed.
Yet nothing of the sort happened. He had to accept the evidence before him, and that was how he shifted his own appearance with a whim, and that the strange familiarity of a building he’d never been in before must all be accounted for by the power of a dream.
“We are sharing this dream together? Have I conjured you two as some sort of guardians to explain to me what I already know? Or are you also two people in your own beds, sharing your dream with me?”
He shook his head in exasperation and crossed to the window to peer upon a world he wasn’t sure was actually there. Buildings surrounded theirs. A street stretched, but all the usual accompaniments - trash, rats, cars - were chillingly absent.
The next moment, the room shifted around him, and he suddenly found himself on that very street, unaware of how he came to be there.