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Entering a dream is always a little disorienting at first.
Climbing into someone’s mind is like traveling to a new city. You get culture shock, and it takes a little while to adjust to the sights, sounds, and smells.
I swam through into a soup of lights, colors, and sounds. Flashing lights. Car lights. Yellow, bright white, blinding. An engine. Revving. People talking: old, young, everyone he’d interacted with in the last day. I heard my own voice among them.
“Typical mind,” a voice said.
Destiny. Though I couldn’t see her, she was here, observing everything alongside me. Her voice was like the voice of God, dream-like and booming.
I got a good look around.
Everything was jumbled up and spinning like a crazy kaleidoscope. If I hadn’t been used to it, it might have literally destro
