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Everything is fuzzy.
There's pieces of last week I can barely remember from that fucking place, and all of those spirits. As fascinating as that was, the concept of a curse of that novelty, it's irritating. Well, it's nice to know I'm no better, or maybe everything was so lucid to the point I forgot. But no, I forgot...
I forgot about her. Was everything- or better yet, was any of that even real? I'd like father to be here, so I can at least understand better. Yet he never really answers any of my questions. "Don't worry, Mary, all of this research will pay off" "Trust me, we will have what we sought". In the end, it is humorous to know the real dream is to be left to be debated as real or not.
Father. Be more sensible, just be more reasonable, why can't you just-
Mother, please be home. Please let that be a dream. Please wait for me.
Hey, look! Someone familiar, but the wonders of dimensions never cease.
... I would really like to speak to my father. Can't.
Heh, way to be, Dante, you were quiet, and now I can't really- Thanks a lot, you were the only few to be tolerable around here.
Ugh, I give up. You know hard it is going to be to fall asleep after that crap? Next time I'm investing in wards.
EDIT: Why is there a guy roomed with me?