You're looking at a kaleidoscope. Patterns swirl in front of your eyes, circles with indeterminable patterns, shapes and symbols. Hourglasses. Salamanders. Flames. Stars. Triangles. The kaleidoscope keeps turning, turning, until the patterns catch fire and burst into flames.
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But now you've disappeared somewhere like outer space You found some better place )
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...Why is she thinking something like that? This is an awful time of night for logic... Target. People have been getting other people's dreams. That was Target's dog, Target does paperwork, and she misses both Neil and Snap. Mustang. But what was it even about? Krile is from a time and place where finding meaning in dreams isn't always for psychologists and magazine quizzes, but if that one meant anything, she sure can't figure it out ( ... )
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[She mumbles in her sleep, frowning.]
"Not the stripper pole again, Roy..."
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He could safely say that he had never dreamed of men in miniskirts up until this moment. Weren't people supposed to dream about things they felt titillated by?]
...No.
[He goes back to sleep.]
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Gai rolled over and worked on getting to sleep. And not thinking of miniskirts. Just... not. Somehow.]
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[She mutters, < Hnn. Boys in skirts... > If she'd been more awake, she might have giggled. As it was, it was just an odd, vaguely amusing image.]
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