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i swear, i tried to wake up.
i just couldn't. i was stuck having that same dream, and every time obadiah's face would get a little clearer. i'm not sure how many times i had that dream. i stopped keeping track after twelve.
the worst part was, i knew i was asleep. i was sleeping, and this dream kept repeating. time kept passing in the outside world, but i was stuck in an endless loop.
"technology. it was always your achilles heel."
"and you dream of stark's throne."
"you paid us trinkets to kill a prince."
the dream repeated itself over and over. i knew outside, obadiah could be coming after my dad, at that moment. and there was nothing i could do.
i cried, punched the car, tried to do anything that would wake me up, but nothing worked. i couldn't feel pain. they couldn't see me or hear me.
at one point, i'd just accepted that i couldn't do anything and sat there, watching the exchange. that was until my rage got the best of me, and i began punching and kicking, trying to wake myself up again.
i knew this meeting happened a while ago, because obadiah returned from this trip weeks ago. he was in america right now.
after what felt like days a shrill noise cut through the air, and i woke with a gasp.
my entire body was beaded with sweat, and my heart was beating erratically. i pressed a hand to my forehead, relieved that i was out of the time loop.
why, oh why, did i take that nap?
turning my head to the noise, i recognized it as my ringtone.
i scrambled to my phone and tried to even my breathing. it was uncle rhodey, "hello," i answered.
"is obadiah there?" he asked.
"i don't — i don't know. i'm not sure. i took a nap." i told him. "why? what's going on?"
