Hey, guys. Sorry you haven't heard from me in a while. We just reached some new dreambubbles and they've been keeping me pretty preoccupied. Hopefully someone out there's still reading this.
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That night, I can't say I slept well. I had a really weird- or at least, weird at the time- dream. I was in my bedroom, except everything was purple for some reason? I was even wearing these silken purple pajamas with a big crescent moon on the chest! I've never had PJs like those; I'd remember if I wore something that fancy. It was almost like I was a prince, a royal of some ancient, long-forgotten kingdom.
Anyways, the room looked sorta similar to mine: Four walls, although these were purple rather than green, and this room didn't have posters of various books, movies, or my own personal projects taped haphazardly over the walls like my real room did; the bed was were it always was, wedged in the corner; there was a nightstand with a drawer and a digital clock, although the drawer was empty and the clock was blank; the far wall was obscured by a large wooden bookshelf, although this one was A) purple and B) barren and devoid of novels. The main difference was that while in my room, the window would only take up a small section of the blank fourth wall and only be about as big as me, the window in this room was almost as big as the whole wall, looking out onto a purple balcony, which in turn looked out onto a purple, spired city. Really, now that I think about it, it was really more of a glass door than a window, but at the time I considered it a window and that's what I'm going to call it.
On a whim, I slid open the door window, stepping out onto the balcony beyond. The air was cold, but not unbearable; the pajamas actually kept me surprisingly warm.
The city's buildings were all the same shade of purple as everything else. It seems weird now, that Derse is exclusively purple, but at the time I discarded it as the whimsy of a strange, if oddly lucid, dream (or perhaps an omen about Grace). Anyways, everything was purple, from the balcony to the buildings to the giant chain that rose from far beyond the horizon, curving off past where I could see from my vantage point just outside the room. Naturally, I was curious what the huge purple chain soaring across the pitch-black sky was for, so I took a few steps forward, wrapping my hands around the ice-cold purple wrought iron railing surrounding the balcony, craning my neck up to see.
It was a planet.
A whole. 'Nother. Planet.
The other planet hanging from the chain- the real Derse- barely looked like a planet at all. It was completely covered with (guess what color?) buildings, jutting out like teeth from the relatively small planet. And when I say "relatively small," I mean that it couldn't have been farther away than the moon is to Earth, and yet the whole of it fit in the sky, although it was pretty big. The city- because the whole planet was basically one big city- didn't seem to have any water, greenery, or anything other than buildings. This was my first taste of my dream planet, and I was curious. Putting my weight against the railing, I flew.
Like I said, this was a dream (sort of). In your dreams, you can fly, right? In this one I could, in any case. It wasn't really flying so much as floating upwards, but it happened. And it drew attention.
Looking down, I saw the road, really far below, filled with these little hard black-skinned guys in white clothes: carapacians. They were pointing up at me, calling things out. I couldn't really hear, since by this point I was up and floating by the chain, but I managed to make out the words "...is awake! The ... is awake!"
Then, there was a whistling sound. Pain in the back of my head. And bright light as I awakened for real.
