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[This...was very strange, as dreams went.

For one thing, more things actually made sense than not. There was a house, though not her own, a floor and doors that worked as expected, and so on. She didn't have her wings, but this was a dream; sometimes she didn't. It didn't trouble her much.

The house was full of odd things; she was upstairs,

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[Flandre blinks, and turns around in place until she locates this voice.]

The sky is all funny.

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It's blue, instead of being all black or painted or made of stones.

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[She nods.]

A ceiling! In the basement.

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It's just another ceiling.

[...the second part takes a bit longer, though. She hesitates, rocking back and forth on her feet a bit.]

Sister told me to stay there.

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With a big lamp!

[...another slightly awkward pause.]

To keep me safe.

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Oh--not a nightmare, then.

[Her dream reassuring her = completely trustworthy source, yep.]

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...oh.

But it makes too much sense to be a nightmare...

[She trails off, apparently lost in thought again. Her expression becomes slightly vacant.]

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[...hold on, she's considering this.

Flandre will be back in a few minutes.]