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[mystisk_norge]

[At first it is silent, save for the subtle sounds of breathing, but then a voice is heard over the speakers. The volume is still low, Norway's voice soft and near inaudible, as if uncertain of his own words

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[til_himnarikis]

[clicking sounds, coughing, trying to figure out how this thing works... ]

Noregur...? I don't understand...

[mystisk_norge]

Island...

It as if I've been remembering events and places, which could have never possibly existed.

[sighs] But please do not worry for me...I'm sure there is some explanation.

[til_himnarikis]

You have... memories? Memories of what..?

[The microphone crackles, his voice quickens, and a high edge of concern is audible--]

-- Are you feeling quite well..? Are they hallucinations..?

Noregur... I'm worried all the same. Can I come over, later..?

[voice]

[mystisk_norge]

It is...hard to explain through this device.

We can talk more face to face, meet me in the library in half an hour.

[text]

[baidos]

I'm sorry to trouble you like this. I don't think you know me, at least not very well, but I heard your voice and was wondering just what these memories were like... I know that I have had dreams while here that seem like memories, that play out like a story I don't remember reading, seeing familiar faces that I don't remember meeting. Is it like that? Real and confusing, but comforting as well?

[text]

[mystisk_norge]

You have experienced strange memories as well?

Yes it is like that, very confusing. Not so much comforting. There are some that give me positive emotions but more that make me feel...alone, I believe is the right word. But there are also times where i experience these memories when I'm not dreaming.

[text]

[baidos]

They aren't fantastical memories, just mundane things. Being afraid of a thunderstorm and a female voice soothing me, walking along the streets in town with my hand held, a crowd of people in an unfamiliar-yet-familiar house singing and laughing... Pieces of memory scattered here and there.

I have seen them in my daydreams sometimes, gazing out a window and having something flash through my consciousness. A radio sitting under a window, the scent of warm apple bread and tea, my feet splashing in a river, the sound of someone singing as I sleep in a bed that I shouldn't recognize but somehow do. It's so strange yet so familiar and warm, but there are those memories that aren't so gentle and warm, ones that are filled of fear and anxiety. I think it's those memories of fear and anxiety that make them so much more real.

Do you remember any specific things? I just want to know that I'm not the only one that has these dreams that play so vividly in my mind.

[text]

[mystisk_norge]

Though you call them mundane they seem important none the less. Your memories seem to be filled mostly with senses; smell, touch, sound. Mine are similar but when I slept last night it all seemed very clear; more so than a normal dream even.

Iceland and I had planned to meet in the library in a bit to discuss this, if you would like to talk more feel free to meet us there.

[yndigt_land]

[A rather clumsy, loud sound, then Denmark's voice, worry obvious.]

Norge? Norge, I can hardly hear you. . . are you okay?

. . . Norge?

[voice]

[mystisk_norge]

[a long pause of silence is heard before Norway responds, voice even and short]

It's nothing you need to concern yourself over, Danmark...

[voice]

[yndigt_land]

[A surprisingly even voice comes back, if only a little bit pleading.]

. . . Norge . . .

[Denmark's voice grows more light and conversational, although very forced.]

The people here have . . . have odd ideas, don't they?