February 1, 2015

I was lying over the edge of the sofa face-down reading some kind of novel. The lights were dimmed and ahead of me lay the doorway to the stairwell. It must have been late at night for I don’t recall any natural lighting. You came over to lay on top of my back to ask what I was reading while at the same time looking over my shoulder.

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I walked out into some sort of greenhouse. It was now daytime and I had a feeling that we were in the city. The place seemed a bit too white, too empty. It gave me the urge to sit down and stop thinking. My brother came up behind me and asked “So you like RPGs, right?” I replied, “Yeah. However, I’ve watched a friend play Dark Souls and… that kind of game is not for me.”