Perhaps I should only journal my
dreams after another night has passed. Regardless, I shall delve in:
The dream was epic, of the
proportions of those Jak and Daxter dreams wherein I would find myself in
sprawling cityscapes. It would haveall the ornate intricacy of a dream from the
Alexandra period, and yet there were places one could wander off to, like
hidden areas in a video game map,
wherein someone could discover something strange and almost sinister.
Where in the previous dream Mother
must have charged me with a quest,this time it was Maria.
There were several skyscrapers and ‘apartment
buildings fourteen stories high’* in a desert field.A contest wasenacted by virtue
of which agroup of contestants were challenged to find a Bomb.
* ‘Ghost’–Neutral Milk Hotel.
The events unfolded literally like a
Teen Titans episode in several parts.I knew that I had some special advantage over
the others in locating the Bomb.
It was not until I succeeded that I
learned that I had been just a pawn in a criminal mastermind’s plan.
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