Slightly backdated.

[talkyourwayout]

[It's early in the morning when a new post on the BBS goes up.]

Guys, it's Louie. I want to see if anyone else knows anything about this. I mean, the weirdest thing happened last night.

I think I went home. Not just for a night, either. I mean, maybe it was some kind of dream, but it felt so real, and I had a weird dream that was definitely a dream. I think. I don't know! That felt pretty real, too.

Has something like this happened to anyone else?

Comments

[nomoremistergneissguy]

Only with Sundering research, and it was more a vision than a dream, so...sorry, bud?

[talkyourwayout]

Don't worry about it, Cliff. Although, out of curiosity, what was your vision like?

[nomoremistergneissguy]

Home, mostly. Though I could've done without seeing Katya and Raven locking lips, to be honest. It was better than some things I could've seen, though.

And like I'm not gonna worry? I'm your friend. Sheesh!

[talkyourwayout]

Right, that was when we met! That still sounds like a total nightmare to me. Really weird stuff.

Oh. Thanks, man, and sorry - I didn't mean it like that.

It really was a weird dream. There was this woman and she was really stressed out about this green ball that was breaking, I guess? But then she said it was okay for now, but everything else was getting messed up, and... I don't know, it's dumb, but it kind of freaked me out.

[nomoremistergneissguy]

I don't think it's that dumb, actually. But have you ever had a hint of prescience before? I mean, premonitions or stuff like that?

[Cliff knows about people who have, and his mother had been one of those. But that's a gift he doesn't share--geomancers can scry the future, but they're not always that good at it. He sure isn't.]

Maybe you ought to keep a dream journal, just in case you see her again. Couldn't hurt, right?

[talkyourwayout]

No, definitely not. It just felt really real, and my dreams usually don't. I mean, most of the time I can barely remember them.

I don't know about a dream journal, though. That sounds like a lot of extra work.

way belated because brains are at a premium sometimes.

[nomoremistergneissguy]

It doesn't have to be. You don't have to write a novel, just a few things about your dream that would jog your memory. Especially if it was something important, like this one might be.

No problem!

[talkyourwayout]

Well, yeah, I do think this one might be important, so... I guess I can try it.

[nomoremistergneissguy]

Couldn't hurt, right? If it jogs your memory and stuff. Do you wanna talk about the dream sometime? I'm not my mother though, I probably don't have anything useful to say. More than I already have, I mean.

[talkyourwayout]

It doesn't have to be anything useful. I mean, I'm cool, but even if I wasn't. You know what I mean.

[He has no idea if Cliff actually does know what he means: that they're friends, so just being there is enough. But good luck getting Louie to put that down on paper.]

[nomoremistergneissguy]

Well, you know I've got your back if you need me. [He thinks so, but. Cliff isn't gonna make Louie elucidate, that's not the type of duck--guy--duck he is. So Cliff himself will play it cool.]

[talkyourwayout]

Yeah, I do know that.

[There's a pause before he writes a bit more.]

Thanks for that.

[nomoremistergneissguy]

No problem. I'm sure you'd do the same for me if I needed it. So we're good.

[talkyourwayout]

[Eeugh, don't make him wonder if he would, Cliff, come on.]

Yeah, well... I'll catch you around.