"You wanna know about the first voyage I'll tell you. I'll tell you the horrible fuggin truth about what happened four years ago," blurted Ramses.
He'd gotten his hands on a bottle of Brazilian rum Gilfoy snuck in one of the ration bags. His drunk persona was bubbly and honest, with the presence of an old uncle, despite being close to my age.
"It was all based on a collective dream."
I looked around to see everyone else sleeping, sunrise was upon us. We literally weathered the storm, but the engine never came back to life. Sitting ducks, we were. I kept my hallucination of Ken to myself, and let Ramses spill his guts.
"They said to Ken that all eveleleven…'scuse me, all E-leven of em, had crossed into each other's dreamscapes."
"Dreamscapes"
"Ya huh, you been having weird dreams ou
