The examination period that was upon students finally came to a point when it would start bothering them greatly. Their free time now included only meeting at libraries and studying together in groups. Of course, the dedication varied from person to person, but the grim sense of failing the year was present to all. Social life activities were at halt, and that wasn't an exception for the Ghost Sealing Club. It was really crazy how suffocated in material they would get, perhaps because the level at their respective schools was extra high. Both members had their noses into books all night and day. Giving each other time to think about themselves, the days were spent in separation. However, one time there was a phone ringing. Marry answered it, as it was the number displayed Renko's cell. It appears that someone else was using it, trying to reach a friend of hers. That person said that she fallen asleep in the library, and needed someone to picking her up. The recipient of the plead accepted the request, and went there to escort her friend back home. After apologizing for the incident, both girls retreated to Renko's house for some rest. It was embarrassing for Marry, carrying her own friend to bed. Still, that had to be done, since there was no one other at home. Luckily for both, the sleeping girl half-awaken, being conscious enough to speak and change on her own.

Marry was looking forward to studying on her own, but her body were too worn out from reading the books constantly. She decided then, since Renko didn't mind, to stay at her place for the night. It didn't sound like anything strange to both girls, since they already slept together on many occasions. Those were, of course, related to club activities. Since the atmosphere of the upcoming exams were still present in the room, both girls felt like releasing some steam off their heads. Marry, borrowing a futon and something to sleep in, asked her friend about how it would happen that she have fallen asleep back in the library. Renko explanation stunned her, even if her voice had a sliver of uncertainty in it. She said that she was reading up on affection and self fulfilment, because she wondered about what her partner said. After that, there was silence in the room for a good minute, until Marry managed to break it. She didn't realise that her friend was worrying that much and that she would be dedicated in order to help her. Of course, the real problem she had was instituted in her dreams, which was really hard to explain for her. Still, all she could do now was to thank her for the good intentions, which filled her heart with happiness. Even that she was a little upset that she have done that on her own, because she didn't feel that was necessary, it was still a pleasant surprise. Following the gratitude, Marry also included that she was seeing someone that helped to manage her hidden desires. Renko, similar to her friend, also got stunned hearing that confession. She thought that her partner didn't believe that her visions, or delusions if someone would speak so bluntly, were a matter than bothered her. However, as both girls revealed their own standing at the matter, there was a difference in how they both understood Marry's problem. Knowing that, Renko looked for a help in her mind. The book she was reading earlier suggested to plead to patients imaginary figures, as they were in no position to deny their subjectivity. Thus, the academic girl suggested that if there was one thing that Marry wanted her help with, she would comply. As she said that, the other girl's face turned red for some reason. Disoriented, Renko paid no mind, and closed her tired eyes. She was waiting for her friend to say something, but without forcing it, that didn't happen. Therefore she decided that this matter can wait until tomorrow and took for a snooze. At that moment, Marry was looking at her friend with a strange expression. As her eyelids were closed, her mind troubled her with images of unpleasant context. What she wanted to say, but was awfully embarrassed to, was that she wanted to hold hands with her friend. That way, as she went to sleep herself, there was a probability that they both would arrive in her dream world. Seeing Renko snoring peacefully in her bed, she moved closer to her on instinct. As the night fallen, there was only a distance of a stretched out arm between them.

This dream I was having was something special, unusual and strangely realistic looking, unlike anything that I have ever experienced. I wondered if that was something similar to what my friend dreams were like, but since I wasn't the recipient of them, there was no way of knowing. Anyway, back on the track, I found myself waking up in my room, vaguely resembling it actually. Although, I stood up and look around, curiously checking if everything was exactly the same. There was nothing more inside than my own bed and a door leading outside. My choice was, of course, going out. Stepping through the doorway, I saw something unsettling and worrying. There was no floor, and only walls in that corridor had a pale palate. I carefully placed my foot into the fall, and astonished my leg stood firmly. It was some kind of optical trick they use to make things disappear with mirrors, I thought.

I joined my other leg and took for a stretch through that place. I wondered what it meant, as the dream felt dramatically realistic to my senses. I recalled that sometimes while sleeping, I might have had something happen to me that was close to the reality. But it always ended up with a headache, as it was probably too much for my brain to render. Although this time was different. There was no pain anywhere and the vision was clear, unlike the blurred scraps from my other snoozes. I was so in joy that I even started running from all the excitement. However, that ended with me getting tired after a while. There was no end to the place that I was in, not until I found something interesting on the way. Just sitting on the floor, there was a globe. I recognized it as a gift from my friend, though there was no point for it appearing here. Since this was a dream, I didn't pay mind, and picked it up. Suddenly, the walls spun, turning around while I stood on the ground. The white was mixing into a cylinder shape that I was in the center of. Slowly, my confused eyes felt dizzy, while my mind lost its sense of balance. I tripped onto the ground, and found myself being in motion, even if I weren't moving my own body. This was an illusion that tricked my brain, I thought, but there was no stopping to it. Closing my eyes helped, even if I still felt dizzy. Soon, something else happen that blew my mind. The floor started to tilt vertically, forcing me to slide down. Amused by the park's attraction, I permitted myself to enjoy the free ride, arriving soon at the end stop.

I found myself moved into a room, full with various books on psychology, therapy and anthropology. Some of them looked unmarked, which were also mostly thin. Possibly, they were used as storage for personal notes. Whoever was living there was sure into this kind of stuff. The selection was amazing, so I started to flip a few of them to take notice about what they were about. Disappointed, I couldn't understand the language they were in. They were neither in Japanese, nor in English. The characters just seemed so unknown to me, so perhaps it was an archaic one, that was my best guess. Indulged at this strange study place with books that were impossible to read, I pondered towards were actually I was. Windows were pitch black outside, the door that I checked was also locked. It all seemed like a great place, if someone desired seclusion. However, my mind was now wondering about the globe in my hand and its purpose. I looked at it, discovering that it had vanished without a trace. Instead, as I looked away from myself I found a bed that looked as it was taken from a psychiatric clinic. It had leather belts that were fasten and held the patient in place. Strangely, it was already occupied by a girl that was dressed in a hospital gown. Upon closer look I recognized that she was my dearest friend. Was this my imagination of a treatment she was talking about earlier, as it looked really odd for a psychology session to take place with the subject clamped like this. I checked her pulse, and it told me that she was still alive. I talked to her, but she was soundly sleeping, and unable to hear me. That was fine by me, though I found the restrainers out of place, so I decided to unfasten them. As I tried, somehow there were bolted in place, unable to be undone by any physical endurance. At this point, I got vexed that someone would call this a therapy and held my friend like this, possibly against her will. It really pissed me off, for some reason. As I fiddled with them furiously, something grabbed from behind and twisted my elbow. In seconds, I found that I was unable to escape, as I struggled tiring to release myself from the snatch. A piece of cloth went over my head and as well as a second one starting from the bottom of my ankles to the top of my hips. Both of them quickly tightened my entire body, squeezing it in place. I fell flat to the ground, as my joined feet were unable to find balance. It had to be some kind of a straitjacket that kept me in captivated, and it was quite effective as I couldn't move a muscle. With my legs straighten out and hands behind my back, there was not even a sliver of hope for me to escape. I shouted angrily for someone to explain the meaning of this, but there was something on my mouth that prevented the muffed sound to come out. It felt really realistic but at the same time unbelievable to happen outside of a dream. My mind became confused, trying to disgusting between reality and not. In any case, I was pulled up by someone and positioned on a chair, which I also got snapped to. I was only able to observe my friend sleeping on the bed, all other of my sense were locked in place. Was that mystery person that I couldn't ever hear, smell or sight, or perhaps an embodiment of my imagination about ghosts, those were mysteries for me. Agitated at myself for being such an easy prey, I wondered about the possible revenge, as the time passed in silence.

"XXXX Report, dayX, patient "A" diagnosed with DRD (Dream and Reality Disorder). Symptoms include: achieving nirvana within the dream, stress related nightmares, delusions in sighted reality and personal field phobia. Treatment administered: prolonged analysis of dreams with patient and IDI."

"XXXX Report, dayX, patient's "A" mental health improved, main cause of the problem not resoled yet. Recommended further medicinal treatment."

"XXXX Report, dayX, patient's "A" stress level increased. Recommended antidepressants. Due to incidents of hysterical attacks, physical restraints have been applied to the patient."

"XXXX Report, dayX, while patient "A" was under treatment, patient "B" appeared. Diagnosis not yet met."

I woke up as usual, in my room with only bed and a door. As I already wrote many times, this dream pattern kept happening to me for a while now. There is no need to explain every detail, so I will only forward to the interesting things. My desire led me through the monochrome room to the land of ice. As other options prevailed to be still closed to me, it was my only way to explore the world. As I entered, the beauty of the snow met my sight once more. This scenery of lifeless emptiness started to averse me, as it was the part I could not overcome by myself. Every time I was send there, it was just a passage to another scene somewhere else. As I tore myself through the deep curtain of white, I arrived at the ice lake, and met the lady of the snow. I danced with her, as usual, awaiting for the scenery to change itself. Finally, I started hearing something, under the frozen crystal field. There was a pounding sound, and it was coming from under my own feet. Astonished in the change of the situation, I saw a figure knocking on the ice from under it. That person, her hair and eyes, prompted the image of my friend. She was reaching her arms towards me, asking for assistance to save her life. Immediately, I stopped and stomped on the ground as hard as I could. The illusion broke, the glass shattered, as I sunk deep under with my arms flapping in several directions. My friend surfaced her head to catch her breath, and took a dive into the pool. She was a capable swimmer, unlike me who appeared to be drowning. Soon, the vision of her was clouded by the commotion of both icicles and the waves. The water started to infuse with my winter clothes that I seemed to always have worn in the land of cold. My body dropped its temperature and became numb. My hands and legs had trouble moving, due the fact that my clothes where soaked. I was going to die, I thought. However, I was timely rescued by no one other than my friend. She managed to swim towards me, picked me up and helped me return to the surface. Lying both down and trying to catch breath, I was unable to thanks her verbally. Still, she crawled towards me, and cuddled me as warmly as she could. We both wore a smile through our half frozen faces. She took at me, and rubbed against my cheeks with hers to defrost them. Somehow, our noses have tenderly met as well. I thought to myself that she was going for an indirect eskimo kiss, but I paid no mind to my saviour. Soon, we restored our vigour and stood up to leave this place. Strangely, the lady of the snow was nowhere to be found, hence I decided to ignore her completely, and led my dearest friend towards the igloo I found earlier. Unfortunately, the situation has changed, as we arrived at the destination.

I appeared to lost track of my friend, as well changed into different clothes. I was puzzled at how that happened, as I realised it was a dream transition into a different scene. The corridor with several doors and sings on top of them appeared to be some kind of a hospital ward. My winter garb was now a long simple gown, possibly issued to me as a patient, even if I was not feeling sick myself. I was wondering what's going to happen now, as I looked around walking in some poor quality, half-glued slippers. There were no exits, only some primitive looking beds with wheels as their feet. Travelling through the emptiness, I hoped that no one would see me like that, though I didn't feel embarrassed since this outfit was normal to wear in a hospital. It wasn't visually pleasing, but at least covered my entire body, so it's still better than being only in lingerie. Eventually, my curiosity led me to discover a slightly opened door which I entered through. Creamy clouds slowly flew outside of the window. The sun shined, illuminating the room, as the curtains cast a shadow at the interior. There was only 2 beds, and the one that was closer to the exit appeared to be occupied by a little girl. She was much younger than me. Her eyes were peacefully closed and her petite face had a slight smile. I wondered to myself, if she dreamt about something pleasant, as I took closer towards her. She discovered me, and turned towards me with her eyelids still shut. Her adorable delicate voice came out from her puny mouth, asking me if I came to see her. She apparently was happy I came here, I thought, as I introduced myself. Additionally, I explained my situation as well, as her expression dropped. She reached a hand towards me, touching my face thoroughly. Enduring her unusual behaviour, I have established that she must have been blind, and this way she would at least know how I look. However, that saddened her deeper, as she voiced how terribly lonely her life is. To cheer her mood up, I inquired if there is anything I could to for her. She replied, and I stood stunned, but I could understand why she would decide on that. The fact was that she wanted me to kill her, for her suffering to end. But what I was to do in that event, I deliberated, as I couldn't figure out a satisfying solution. The choice I finally picked was neither A or B. I decided to carry her from the bed and jumped with her through the window. Instead of falling, I forgot about the gravity and flew up into the sky. Perhaps I grew wings, or used magic, but it wasn't important how. As we glided through the air, her smile showed itself again, and I was happy with her. She thanked me from the deepest of her heart, embracing me as if I was her mother or her saviour. Both of us rose as high as the sun and basked in its warmth, as the girl's tears poured from her face as a gentle drizzle. The everlasting moment of joy she expressed, it's something I don't want to ever forget about.