Cigarette?

Visions

The passage of time is... tricky. How long it's been since his visit, I do not know. But I'm... Changing. My hair has grown white in patches, and is actually long enough to see without a mirror now. My angst motivation has run dry. And the blue seeps into the walls, leaving faint stains and nothing more.

No one comes. But that's OK. I pass the time however I can. Card games mostly. The few things ghostbur had brought are long spent. Water, food. Gone. I technically don't need them anyways. I start exercising too, seeing as I have absolutely nothing to do. I run into the must until I wind up here again. I climb things clearly not meant to be climbed. My arm is still cold from that day, but it's better now. I guess it's permanent, but thats fine. The lack of sleep is hard to cope with but I found if I force myself to space out I can fall into an almost sleep like trance.

When I do, I can see glimpses of the Overworld. It's a blur. But as I follow along, I see a general story. Tommy, still in exile. But he's lost. I see him build a tower, and prepare to jump.

"Dont!!" I cry and he looks my direction, but straight through me. He falls but lands in water. He stares up at me for the longest time, looking but not seeing me. Then he runs off through the woods. He comes to a nice looking cottage, and the vision skips ahead. What is this?

Ghostbur told me about this. It already happened. Am I... seeing into the past?

I try to bring it back but just end up awake again. I run my fingers through my hair. That was weird.

I try it again and again. Until I see ghostbur wake up with a start in a library. He's rubbing where my arm passed through him. This must be recent. After that, the vision only skips once more. Tommy, and Techno, at a ruins of what must have been the community house. I can't quite hear everything, but dream especially seems upset. And at Tommy. Why? He couldn't have done this. The wreckage is still smoldering and he doesn't have any gunpowder on him, and is wet. There's no way he....  he couldn't have.  There's an argument. Multiple. Then everyone scatters. I am forcefully pulled from my vision. I was only in for 10 minutes maybe, or so I thought. But my back and neck are stiff and I can tell it was much MUCH longer than that. I try to go back, but I can't.

Dumbfounded, I stand up and go to play some solitaire.

I beat myself 86 times in a row and still can't clear my head. I fail to do so for a long while. And I can't go back in either.

What was that?