ANOTHER DREAM!
One right after another! What are the chances!
This is the strangest dream I've ever had to date, and this one was a bit scary.
I was standing in a dark space, and there was nothing. I also had no voice, so when I tried to speak, I couldn't.
Suddenly, everything went white, and I found myself staring at a view outside a window.
I glanced down and saw Kaiba's hand, and it was giant! His hand was bigger than me! And that hand was attached to an arm…and a body…and I realized I was looking at a giant Kaiba.
He frowned at me and asked me why I looked so surprised all of a sudden, and I leapt at this chance to say that I've been waiting for him to open the portal.
He stared at me for a very long moment, his blue eyes unusually dark, and said that he didn't know what the hell I was talking about.
A very typical Kaiba answer, dodging and evading, but I've never known him to be one to break a promise!
So I patiently explained to him our agreement while simultaneously feeling crushed at the fact that maybe he really did forget about me after all this time, and he was just going about his life, recreating little versions of me in his…virtual space.
I don't know.
All I know was that I was smaller than usual, and I was definitely standing on his desk. But I couldn't leave the white circular platform I was standing on.
I stared at him for a long moment and watched him run a hand through his hair, and that motion made my heart ache. He looked so handsome.
Kaiba then looked me straight in the eye and asked me to repeat everything again, so I did, detailing how he had come into my room and collapsed…I even mentioned the strange particle matter, the "plana", and his eyes widened.
"You're from the future," was all he mumbled, and he turned his attention to his screen and began typing furiously. I was ignored for what felt like a good hour before he addressed me again, this time, looking a bit livelier.
"Tell me what I said about the so-called portal," he said, sounding very snappish and rude.
Exasperated, I told him he didn't say anything about it, hence my desperation and impatience.
He looked mildly frustrated as he shut his laptop and threaded his fingers together across his mouth while lost in thought.
And I wanted to continue speaking with him in this moment, but I felt a hand patting my shoulder so hard, it stung, causing me to wake abruptly, and I found myself staring up into the concerned faces of Shimon, Mahad, and Mana.
"You weren't waking up! You weren't waking up!" Mana shrieked, and Mahad had to remove her from the room while Shimon brought me a drink and asked if I was ill.
No, I'm not ill. I think I understand now.
It seems I'm dreaming about the past. But somehow…reaching out to Kaiba in his realm…I have no idea how. But if that was the past, and I just told past Kaiba about the portal, did that mean the portal was my idea all along? Why are my dreams some sort of strange time loop? My brain hurts.
I've slept so much, I'm no longer tired. I think I'll try to take a walk around the palace grounds without disturbing anyone.