Do You Get It?

Papers and Dreams

He doesn't know whether to pity or not believe me. And in my opinion I would rather have neither of those options. But I know he will believe me after going through one of my...episodes. What other option would he have? And now it's his turn to fess up about the dream.

"So, it was after the blast." He starts out saying. "I was knocked out by the pain, and then that's when it had started." The intensity of his recalling, makes the situation feel even more serious. Even though it may have only been a dream, this must have triggered something much worse. I nod along with his words. We are back sitting across from each other now that he seems to be in a stable condition. Especially now that he feels okay enough to talk about his dream.

"I thought that I had teleported somewhere else, or I was dead, because all I saw around me was white." He says, gesturing to the surrounding area. In his dream he was in the Anti-Void. My mind is racing for possibilities of how that could happen. But all I draw up is a blank. "Of course my main course of action would be to start exploring and look around the area." He says casually. "And eventually I did run into something." Now that peaks my interest. What could he have seen? I can only think of two things, the stash of chocolate I have hidden. Or...

"Papers."

No. How is that even possible?! He can read off of my face, that I know something about those ever changing papers. And he seems to want to know why, but never directly brings it up.

"They were everywhere. One second there was only white emptiness and then the next, they were all over the floor," he rants, " heaps and piles of them scattered everywhere." He says taking a break only for air. He knows now that he has information that can be helpful. Only because he believes I understand what they say.

I don't meet him in the eye, but instead fiddle with the newest paper in the collection. Still concealed in my pocket, I am afraid to bring it out. I know that this one doesn't hold any real value. It has no meaning to decipher. "They all had symbols. Not pictures, only because they were too uncreative to be anything else but words. Even if I was the one who wrote them."

I stare directly at him. And at that very moment I found my voice. "You wrote them?! So you know what they mean?" I say frantically. He smiles, knowing that I gave him evidence that I had those papers. "Just because I said I wrote them, doesn't mean I understand what they say."

I want to knock his lights out. "What?" I say exasperated. "I have had more dreams than just this one, I always see the papers. That's why I put them in the True Lab. Something that is that mysterious and dark wouldn't seem out of place in the True Lab." He explains to me. Of course he wouldn't know what they mean. Why would he? That would just be too convenient.

"And that's why I thought it was just another dream about the mysterious symbols." He says with evident confusion and not so evident fear in his eyes. "But when I was looking at them I found...what I had lost." He says trying not to force blame on me, but he can't help but make the suspicion evident.

"And just before I could grab it, I fell through the paper littered floor." Heh, that's weird. But then again dreams aren't supposed to make much sense. Let alone anything in my life making much sense.

"Then boom, I was back in the True Lab. You were there, but there was also someone else with us." He says slowly. "I could see them, but I couldn't focus in on them well enough to see their face. Almost like they were...blurry." Ink says hesitantly.

He seems at a loss for words when it comes to describing the mysterious figure, but I guess I would be too. "I tried to walk towards them, but I couldn't." When he said this, his voice starts to crack with pain. But why? "The person was behind you, and you wouldn't let me pass." Now I'm confused. What does that have to do with the papers?

His eyes start to tear up and I freeze. I don't know what to do with the sudden burst of emotions. Do I pat him on the shoulder? The only emotion I can deal with is pain, and that can only be fixed with sleep and chocolate. Or destruction, but we don't talk about that. I don't do anything, but listen as he continues.

"It was you, your body who was standing guard in front of the figure." He says with a blank expression on his face. "I tried to get close to you and the figure...but when I got too close..."

"You killed me."