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Or do I wake?

“Everything okay, man? You’ve been kind of distant today.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Not a lot of sleep lately, you know? Weird dreams,” I said, blinking away the daze I’d fallen into. “It’s kind of like a bad song. Can’t get ’em out of my head.”

“What sort of weird? Weird like that one dream about your cousin or weird like a bunch of chickens playing baseball?” Eric questioned, leaning back against the bench.

“Weird like Tolkien,” I answered. “There’s this woman whose face I can’t make out, and she keeps taking me to all these ruined temples and fortresses. Every time I wake, I keep hearing these words…”

“The world is greater than you know.” He said, eyes unfocused, voice low.

“What?! How did you-”

“She’s waiting for you to understand. We’re all waiting. But you never came back.”

“Understand what? Who’s waiting?”

Eric’s phone rang and brought him out of his trance. “Looks like I’ve got to get back. Later, man.” He said as he answered his phone and headed off.

“Yeah… later.”

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