Fragments of a Dream

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Dream continued to review the contents of the package even after their call ended, due to the sun setting as the night took over

Dream sighed, "Guess I'll finish watching the movie with Patches another night."

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George had been sat smiling at their conversation that was now long gone, a relic of a recent past.

That night, George had the weirdest  dream.

It was of him, sat in a room, alone.

At least, until Dream walked into the room.

They had spent hours talking in the room, which begun to slowly fade away and eventually left them in a void.

Soon after, Dream too began to fade.

George tried calling out to him, inevitably failing as Dream turned to dust before his eyes.

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George then jolted up in a cold sweat the next morning, roughly 7 am, and quickly texted Dream to confirm he was okay.

'Dream are you okay'
'Please answer me'
'Hello?'

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At 7:13 am, Dream's phone began blowing up.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Eventually, he had enough and looked at his phone.

Oh. It was George.

'Dream are you okay'
'Please answer me'
'Hello?'

'What? Of course I'm okay'
'Why? What happened?'

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Finally, George got a response.

'No reason. Just had a bad dream about you.'

'What was it about?'

'I can't remember anymore. Js lil bits here and there.'

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Hey there :] kinda forgot this existed for a bit lmao but if u want updates for my yt or fics I have an update log :] oh btw tysm for nearly 100 reads!!!

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