liveslaughsloves | [limelight

[nods]

The former sounds like a smart idea.

Yeah, I'm almost jealous at this point.

You ain't the only one I've heard from who's got memories connected like that, too.

[nods]

I know of someone else too. But as for what it could mean...

[shakes his head]

There's no...inconsistencies, right? Everything linin' up between you two?

... In what sense?

Like, you're remembering roughly the same--environments? Timeline? Events?

Oh.

Not at all.

[stares at him]

Hm. How to put this?

In some of them, the environments and timelines are cohesive and make sense.

In others... not at all.

[earnest]

I’m tryin’ super hard to respect your privacy but I also would really like to know a little more about what ‘not at all’ implies if it’s okay?

[purses his lips, debating for a moment]

Some of these memories depict a life that is similar to what we're used to, back in Port Manteau. And from the other person involved, I know he is eventually executed for his crimes.

Then... there's another one where the setup is very similar to what we're gong through here. Some sort of competitions... penalties... blessings... memories that have gone missing...

Are you both remembering both, or is one of you remembering one thing and the other one remembering the other?

We both remember the former. After that... after "my" death, it's as if the stories continued at different places.

Though his also have a similar setup to what I previously mentioned. A group of people rooming together and participating in competitions like a Family... rewards and lasting effects...

This is sounding more and more like some In(ter)ception bullshit, I'm not gonna lie.

You think these are layers within a dream?

I mean...

[mmmmmmmmmmm]

You hear anything about the weird elevator dream some people had a little while back?

I heard about a dream some people shared, but I'm not sure if it involved any elevators...

[slow deep breath]

It was in an elevator. I was there. We remembered it after, and we woke up with real tangible memories after that we might've taken out of it. The blob with feet that was at the Ticketmaster's booth for a while was definitely in there and came out of it and became a real thing too.

So maybe...you're getting a weird inverse version of that...where the memories have layers too?

I'm not sure I understand how such a thing would work in the first place but it isn't as if I can understand any of this at all, on any level, so...

[debates a bit and then asks]

D'you want, like.

A hug.

Um what.

I dunno, sometimes that helps when I’m like ‘oh fuck what is going on.’

[how do you tell someone you have very little experience with hugs and therefore you suck at them?

simple: you don't]

I'm not... very comfortable with hugs.

That’s fair.

[pats him on the shoulder tho]

[a bit of a wry smile, followed by a long silence]

Do you think they're real?

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