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Mental: Interpreting Dreams

They waded around the crowd in the silent Mess Hall & went through the doors at the opposite side. They found an empty couch in the corner of the T.V room & watched the movie-theater sized T.V.

“How did you sleep last night?” Int mumbled, barely moving his mouth with his eyes glued to the T.V.

Wiki involuntarily shivered as she tried to remember her dream, “I don’t remember it.”

“You don’t remember last night or the dream?” Int asked, as he glanced at his old, broken wristwatch.

Wiki thought about the question and finally answered, “The dream. I only remember a couple pieces. I don’t want to remember.”

“I don’t think you mean that. Tell me about the dream.”

Wiki took a deep breath, “All I remember is me, my hair was different. I cant remember how it was different, and a bunch of numbers. It was just numbers and numbers, and there was my life here. And… It was like all the days just blurred together and I realized… It was all the same. It was all one big day with me on replay. It was… terrifying."

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