Chapter XXXIII
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HER dream was strange.
Wendy found herself standing in a room, looking at her sleeping figure. She was there, on the bed, sleeping soundly, but she was also there, right in front of herself watching how sleeping self was dreaming. It was as if there was a screen playing on top of her head even when there was none. It was just that she knew what her sleeping figure was dreaming about.
Weird.
In her dream, she saw two people. Two familiar faces. She knew she had dreamt about these people before. In a ball. On the hill. But that time, their faces were blurry. Now the faces were loud and clear: It was Wendy and Kaiser.
“It was just a dream,” Wendy told Kaiser. Funny because in her dream, she was telling him that she just had a dream. A drea
