Why Are My Dreams Realistic?

Chapter 63: “To I Who Wake Up Knowing The Pain Of Someone I don’t Know.”

With the last photograph of memories in the void I drifted from, I was suddenly pulled from the void. I left all the film strips of memories of someone in the void that tells the story of how someone lost his will to play his instrument. I acquired his memories, thoughts, and emotions through the film strips I saw and felt.

[31 May. 2:30 A.M. - In the room of Seraphim.]

“Nghh…” My head still hurts. My fever was still high. The towel had lost its coldness and was plainly wet on my forehead. Mirai was sleeping beside me, holding my hands tightly. Flure was on the sofa while Louis was sleeping on a chair.

It’s already May 31, yet these dreams haunt me still. A series of dreams continued to appear, telling me something, reminding me of something. I have no response to all the questions I was asking. I don’t know where I will find the answer to these dreams. A series of disappointments, delusion, pain, and regret. I removed the towel from my forehead. I placed it on the side of my bed.

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