06-21-2020, 07:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-22-2020, 04:57 PM by Marcus DuBois.)
Marcus studied her for a moment, considering. He was familiar with the nature of dreams, their fluidity and lack of consistency. One moment he might be speaking to a person, the next moment falling off a cliff. There were times where he believed the person he was interacting with was someone else- knew it in his soul and it felt natural. Only to awaken and realize he had conflate people together into one.
The subconscious mind, memory engrams being activated at random, the pattern seeking part of the brain trying to fit it all into some kind of story or narrative. Events that in real life might have happened only a moment ago, such as a blaring alarm, woven in and made part of a larger story, filled with a "history".
It was not often that dreams were logical or allowed him to speak or converse. Indeed, reading or writing in dreams was something he'd learned was impossible for him, try as he might.
He tilted his head, considering Malik and her and the surroundings. "A dream, it is true. But..." he wondered if he could write. Suddenly a notebook and pen was in his hands. Curious, he wrote "I am in a dream" with ease. He read it aloud before regarding her with a cocked eyebrow.
"...a strange dream. Unlike any I have ever had. So what are you? My conscience?" He scoffed. He didn't believe he had one. He looked at Malik. "How are we here together?"
The subconscious mind, memory engrams being activated at random, the pattern seeking part of the brain trying to fit it all into some kind of story or narrative. Events that in real life might have happened only a moment ago, such as a blaring alarm, woven in and made part of a larger story, filled with a "history".
It was not often that dreams were logical or allowed him to speak or converse. Indeed, reading or writing in dreams was something he'd learned was impossible for him, try as he might.
He tilted his head, considering Malik and her and the surroundings. "A dream, it is true. But..." he wondered if he could write. Suddenly a notebook and pen was in his hands. Curious, he wrote "I am in a dream" with ease. He read it aloud before regarding her with a cocked eyebrow.
"...a strange dream. Unlike any I have ever had. So what are you? My conscience?" He scoffed. He didn't believe he had one. He looked at Malik. "How are we here together?"