But not in the way you're imagining— though there was that, too. I dozed off and I dreamt as I do not normally dream: coherently, to a degree. I saw us not as we are, but as we might have been. In different roles, and different lives . . . but always the theme persisted, unlike in normal dreams, where everything melds or blurs. Always it was us, and yet the worlds themselves . . . I recognized some aspects of some of them; others were strange and bizarre. You were younger in some, and in some I was; you were changed, or I was, less broken or unchanged, enslaved or free, dressed up or dressed down . . . in some I was your bodyguard, or your beloved kept in secret. In others you and I were rivals, or strangers.
And there were times I dreamt of a world I have never seen before, filled with elves and wondrous things . . . like Evereska, but grander.
It was vivid unlike any dream has ever been before, and it felt like forever. And yet only a few hours passed.
Perhaps it was the wine. Or having the pups
[No, he doesn't believe that.]
I know what it feels like when you nudge me into getting worked up, but not when it happens when I'm asleep. But I do not know what that was, if not that. Perhaps it was the wine after all.
NEVER GOMEN, it is PERFECT
But not in the way you're imagining— though there was that, too. I dozed off and I dreamt as I do not normally dream: coherently, to a degree. I saw us not as we are, but as we might have been. In different roles, and different lives . . . but always the theme persisted, unlike in normal dreams, where everything melds or blurs. Always it was us, and yet the worlds themselves . . . I recognized some aspects of some of them; others were strange and bizarre. You were younger in some, and in some I was; you were changed, or I was, less broken or unchanged, enslaved or free, dressed up or dressed down . . . in some I was your bodyguard, or your beloved kept in secret. In others you and I were rivals, or strangers.
And there were times I dreamt of a world I have never seen before, filled with elves and wondrous things . . . like Evereska, but grander.
It was vivid unlike any dream has ever been before, and it felt like forever. And yet only a few hours passed.
Perhaps it was the wine.
Or having the pups[No, he doesn't believe that.]
I know what it feels like when you nudge me into getting worked up, but not when it happens when I'm asleep. But I do not know what that was, if not that. Perhaps it was the wine after all.