"I...er...a few mornings before it happened, I was dreaming. It was very vivid and based on the memory I had of the last time we were together before the spring formal," I begin to tell him, avoiding his gaze again, "it was a very stimulating dream-"
James makes a sound of acknowledgement and I furrow my brow.
"Ah...Valmir might have mentioned this..." he admits quietly.
"Yes...I'm sure he did," I sigh, before continuing, "anyway. That night, when I started to have another dream, I assumed my mind was going there again. I was, of course, drugged, so I hadn't remembered going to bed. I was just suddenly there. Certain elements felt different. The person felt different. It wasn't the 'you' I was used to; but then, considering the previous dream, I thought my mind was conjuring up memories
