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Dreamworld
Dreamworld
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Posted By:  Mir Dec 09, 2004 - 09:43 am |       | The man lay in the bed, covered in a pale white sheet. His breaths came slow and steady, as they were being forced on him by the machines that he was attached to. An IV slowly dripped medicines and nourishment into him, as he was unable to take any on his own. Vases of flowers and get-well cards sat sullenly in the window, yellowed with age. A faint light managed to pierce through the drapes illuminating the scene.
Around the bed stood nearly a dozen people, all garbed in black and leaning on each other as the priest finished his sermon. The doctor stood to the side, looking very serious and mournful as he looked to an older woman. She had tears in her eyes as she gave the briefest of nods; the doctor slowly reached over to the machine and flipped a switch. The continuous beeps stopped as a flat line went across the screen.
All of the people dressed in black turned to each other, embracing and offering comforting words of advice. The light in the room seemed to dim.
Suddenly there was a tiny beep. Everyone froze and looked over. The line that had only moments ago been flat now pulsed in irregular zigzags. The beeps slowly began to form a more rhythmic pattern, and the man in the bed slowly opened his eyes and blinked.
The doctor’s eyes widened in shock as he began to test the instruments, “After ten years…my god…I didn’t think it was possible.”
* * * * *
Josh crashed through the brush, feeling the stinging of the branches as they slapped him across the face. He sprinted through the dark forest, and could hear the monsters crashing along behind him. His breath was coming in short gasps, and he felt light headed. His lungs burned, and his vision was blurred.
The eerie trees with their black, grasping branches seemed to rear up in his way as he continued on. Thorny vines entwined his legs and snatched at his pants, slowing his pace and leaving bloody streaks on his legs. Roots seemed to appear out of nowhere, causing him to trip and have to stumble back to his feet.
The horrible howls and grunts of the shadowy creatures that followed his grew closer and closer with each impediment, threatening to come upon him at any moment. Red eyes leered at Josh from the corners of his vision, only to disappear when he glanced at them. He could see the glowing fangs and the slavering jaws in the back of his mind as he raced for his life through the moonless world of nightmares.
Suddenly the ground gave out under his feet and he felt himself sliding down some sort of slick, but bumpy surface. He grasped desperately at the air and the surface, trying to find something to slow his fall. His elbow banged painfully into the surface and he grasped it to his chest, crying out in pain.
* * * * *
Josh’s eyes snapped open. He lay in his bed, covered in a cold sweat and shaking horribly. Slowly he rolled over and looked at the clock lying on his nightstand. The fat, red numbers read 3:04 back at him. He reached out and took the half empty glass of water, downing it.
Throwing off his covers and pulling himself out of bed, he stumbled through his room and into the small, dingy bathroom. Josh reached out and hit the light switch; his eyes closed as the dim light came on, illuminating the tiny room. He grabbed a towel that smelled faintly of rotting fish and wiped his face off with it. With a practiced motion, he smeared some of the filth off of the mirror so that he could see his own face. The face that stared back at him was gaunt and flushed, his brown eyes sunk in and outlined in red from lack of sleep. His black hair was matted and several days’ worth of stubble showed on his chin.
Turning on the sink, he splashed some cold water on his face and rubbed it off with the sleeve of his pajamas. He allowed the water to run for several minutes, staring at it as it disappeared down the drain. Shaking his head, he finally turned off the water and leaned against the wall, basking in the dim light of the room.
You’re a fool, you know?
Josh nodded and turned around. He put a hand to his head and felt the gaping hole where the branch had plunged into his skull during the chase. Tenderly, he stuck his fingers in and felt the soft mush inside. The oozing blood and damaged brain matter seemed to have made a paste. He pulled out his fingers and wiped them on his pajama pants, smearing red over the small racecars that covered them.
You can’t ignore them forever.
Josh ignored the voice as he turned on the water again and began rinsing out the hole in his head. He tilted his head and moved it under the water, positioning it so that the water ran into the hole. From the corner of his eye, he watched the clots of blood and pinkish grey paste as it disappeared down the sink. When the paste began to thin, Josh carefully turned off the water and stood, drying off his hair and face with the rancid towel.
You are going to have to face them, or they will kill you. You know that.
Josh ignored the voice as he rolled the towel and stuffed in into the hole in his head, ignoring the numb sensation that followed in his right foot. Flicking off the light, he carefully made his way back to his bed and lay down, stuffing his face into the pillow. He cocooned himself in the blankets and was shut out the world, falling into a fitful sleep.
* * * * *
Josh found himself standing in the center of a dark rocky passage. He reached up and pulled the towel from his wound, touching the sides of the gaping hole to make sure that it was healing. With a shaky hand, he tucked the towel into the waistband of his pajamas. He was still not used to that.
Slowly he began to walk, feeling the numbness in his foot dissipate. He knew the hounds would find him in shortly, they always did; and to think that he had enjoyed this place to begin with. He looked at the jagged, rocky walls around him. If he ran into those, there would be some serious damage when he woke up. He continued walking, not sure where he was going any more. Two days ago, he had been journeying to try and find something in this forsaken world that could possibly stop the hounds from chasing him. Every time he woke up though, he was forced to backtrack, and had since lost where he was going.
Josh kicked at a rock in his way, wincing slightly as the serrated edges left a new line of blood on his bare foot. He stumbled slightly, but continued on, trying to remember if he had been to this part of the world before. How long had he been living his dreams and nightmares in this world now? Nearly three years? It had been so peaceful and beautiful to begin with, and then had begun to sour about two months ago, becoming the nightmare world that he knew now.
From a great distance down the passage, Josh heard the baying of the hounds. He froze for a moment, his eyes wide in terror. His heart seemed to still for a moment, then began hammering against his chest. He began running, feeling the grating stones cut at his feet. Blindly he ran on, slamming into the jagged walls and tripping over the uneven ground. Behind him the baying grew closer and closer.
Josh chanced a glance over his shoulder to see if the hounds were close, and felt a searing pain in his side. He stopped dead and looked down. A large gash had been opened in his side, and blood was oozing out. He reached down and attempted to stop the flow of blood with his hand; but only succeeded in drenching his hand in the red fluid. Feeling somewhat weak and shaken, Josh grabbed the towel and stuffed it into the wound, knowing that he could not spare the time to do more with the hound growing nearer.
As he finished with the towel, he heard a low growl. Looking up, he found himself standing face to face with a hound. Beady red eyes stared at him from dark sockets. The head of the thing looked like leathery hide stretched over a dog’s skull. Of its four ears, the larger, front ones were pressed against its skull, but the smaller back ears remained up and swiveling around, keeping track of the rest of the hounds. Large, prominent fangs showed as it snarled at him, and he could make out the six tusks along its jaw. The scraggly mane hung at odd angles, and the hound’s blade tipped tail twitched back and forth like that of an angry cat. The slim built, skeletal torso and legs of the creature swayed slightly as it took a step forward, lowering its head for a charge. Measured at the shoulder, the creature was easily six feet tall, and it was completely covered with a dark grey, leathery hide.
Josh felt his heart skip a beat, and he stood frozen in terror. He could feel the hound’s cold breath and could smell the rancid odor of its flesh. Drool slowly oozed from its maw, dripping unnoticed to the floor. Suddenly he felt a strange shaking sensation.
* * * * *
Josh’s eyes snapped open and he found himself staring at the face of his girlfriend. She was hovering over him with a concerned look, “Josh, are you okay, you look really pale…” She stepped back as he sat up, brushing her blonde hair out of her face, “I can’t believe you’re still asleep. I was knocking on the door for ten minutes. I already called twice.”
Josh gave her a somewhat dazed look as he sat up and reached for the wound on his side. He touched it tenderly with his fingers, and pulled them back. The towel was still stuffed into it, “Marissa, what are you doing here?”
Marissa glared at him, “Have you already forgotten our anniversary dinner tonight? I called at least a dozen times to remind you. This is just like you, forgetting something like this…” She trailed off as she saw him stand. Blood had soaked through the towel and left a very large, and evidently fresh stain on his pajamas that was still expanding.
Slowly Marissa stood, “Josh…I thought that you said you were going to a physiatrist about that. I know you don’t like them, but you can’t keep doing this to yourself. You know that Dr. Roland said that you were having these tendencies because you couldn’t cope with the really world.”
Josh glared at her, “They don’t know anything Marissa; I was in a comma for ten years, ten years Marissa! I’m telling you that my own family pulled the plug on me, but I still woke up. I found a way to get myself out of that comma, and it’s a world. There’s another world, or reality, or something…but it’s there. I know that you think I’m insane, but you don’t know anything about it!”
Marissa slowly stood up, clutching her purse in one hand. She looked very nervous as she began to edge towards the door, “Look Josh…I think that it’s best for both of us if we don’t see each other anymore…at least until you get help.”
Josh’s expression softened and he took a step towards her, “Marissa…”
Marissa froze, “No Josh…I can’t live like this anymore. I tried to be understanding to begin with…but you aren’t trying to get better, and I can’t live like this. I don’t want to come over one day and find you dead; I can’t handle it. I’m sorry, but until you get help, we can’t be together.” She turned and hurried from the room before he could say anything more.
Josh watched her leave with a disheartened expression. He had known that it was going to happen, but it was better for her anyway…and for him.
You’re a complete fool. You lost her for good; you know that?
Josh ignored the voice in his head…and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Are you going to ignore me forever?
Josh fell backwards onto the bed, throwing the blankets over him and covering his head with a pillow. He lay there for several minutes not moving.
You’re never going to get rid of me like that.
Josh rolled over and heaved the pillow into the wall, continuing to ignore the voice. He pulled the blankets over his head and tried to fall asleep.
Yes, go back now, that’s going to help. I’m sure they’ll be right there waiting for you.
Josh slammed his head into the headboard in frustration and felt a ring pain in the back of his mind. He cussed and rubbed his head, but the voice didn’t speak again. With the •••••• voice silent, he rolled over and covered his head again, letting sleep overcome him.
* * * * *
“You know that hurts when you do that?”
Josh opened his eyes and found himself staring into his own reflection in a smooth, crystal surface. He looked around and found that he appeared to be in the rocky corridor again, but in a different place. The hounds were nowhere to be seen, and the rocks seemed a little less jagged, and the ground seemed smoother. Maybe he was getting closer to whatever he was searching for… That hope nearly masked the pain as he quickly pulled the towel from the rapidly healing wound and tucked it back into his waistband.
“You’re a real bastard, you know that? What have I ever done to you?”
Josh turned and looked at his reflection again. It was casually leaning against the edge of the surface, staring at him. It blinked and tilted its head, “It’s been a while since we talked, hasn’t it. You know that you should be dead, and if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have even woken up.”
Josh glared at his reflection, “Yeah, well, who asked you? I just want to go back to normal now…I want you out of my head so that I can go back to living in the real world and having harmless dreams. Because of you, everyone thinks that I’m a nutcase! You have any idea how close they are to locking me up out there?”
The reflection shrugged, “You called out for help, and I heard you. It’s not in my nature to let a helpless creature die. I came to you to help, and I brought you into my beautiful world to help you return to yours. You are the one who didn’t want to let go…and now you’ve dragged both of us to this place.” It made an encompassing gesture to the entire area that it could see, “Not even I can get out of this one.”
Josh continued glaring at the reflection, “Yeah, and I’ve been trying to do something about it. You know that I could just dump you and quit coming here…then you’d be stuck here and I could go back to my normal life.”
The reflection gave Josh a wry smile, “I don’t think you will though, and that means that I hold the upper hand. You need me and my advice to help you figure this out; and you’re not cold hearted enough to leave me in this forsaken place. I knew that before I helped you…so don’t try to bluff me.”
Slowly Josh’s glare diminished, “Fine, how do we go about this then?”
The reflection continued smiling as it stood and began pacing back and forth, “As I said before, we need to find a way to stop those hounds. They’ve been chasing you for months now. If they just stopped, we would have enough coherent time to figure out a way back.”
There was a baying in the distance, and Josh felt his heart beginning to pound, “Speaking of the hounds.”
The reflection’s expression turned to one of worry, “Quickly…run!”
Josh wasted no time as he burst into a sprint and hurled himself down the corridor. He felt the hounds closing in on him, and his throat tightened. As he ran, he caught glimpses of his reflection’s worried expression as it was reflected in random patches of crystal.
The baying and howls began to draw nearer, and he felt the floor under him grow slick. The crystal patches had begun to grow larger; now the entire passage seemed to be covered in their slick surface. Josh found himself finding it hard to find solid footing; it was like trying to walk on a sheet of ice. He slipped, crashing hard to his hands and knees. Pain lanced through his joints.
* * * * *
Josh’s eyes snapped open and he was laying face first on the floor. He groaned and pushed himself to his feet, looking at the clock. The red numbers read 1:47 to him. He didn’t know if that was night or day; he had long since boarded over his windows to make it easier for him to sleep.
He sat there for a long while, staring at the stained carpet and not wanting to move. His joints felt like someone had tried to tear his arms and legs out of their sockets. His head pounded, and he felt like someone had dunked him in a freezing river.
You nearly got killed that time. The hounds were right behind you.
Josh ignored the obvious statement as he forced himself to stand and crawl back into his bed. He didn’t even bother to cover up this time as he collapsed and allowed his exhaustion and pain to be wiped away by sleep.
* * * * *
Josh found himself standing in a large room made completely of ice. Reflected on the smooth floor were dancing, vivid orange flames. A quickly glance up revealed that the ceiling was wreathed in the flames, and that they seemed to be burning downwards, the perspective was quite discomforting, and he had a brief dizzy moment as he sorted out which way really was up. Furthermore, the room stretched out for great distances each direction, with the walls lost beyond sight.
“AH, YOU HAVE COME.”
The booming voice shook the ice under Josh’s feet and caused the flamed to swirl and spark above him. He looked around quickly, trying to identify the origin of the voice.
“COME NOW GUEST, WALK FORWARD AND BE WELCOMED.”
Josh hesitantly began to walk forward, trying to maintain his balance on the slick and featureless floor. He closed his eyes and continued forward, not able to look at the disorienting flames. For what seemed like hours he navigated the slippery floor without the voice speaking again, and he began to wonder if it had left.
“THERE YOU ARE. YOU ARE QUITE HARD TO LOCATE.”
The voice nearly deafened Josh it was so close. He covered his ears and dropped to his knees as the ground quaked beneath him.
As the echoes of the voice faded, Josh looked up and finally saw what had been speaking to him. What looked like a giant stalagmite of gleaming blue ice rose out of the floor in front of him, it towered over him, reaching towards the ceiling where the flames dropped down in a burning stalactite, joining the ice. Some of the flames coiled around the top of the ice, snaking down towards the ground. Deep within the icy mound, a single blood red orb stared out at josh. The thing had a mouth, a large gap filled with hundreds of foot long icicles, all of which crashed together as it spoke, “WELCOME TO MY HOME LITTLE ONE; WHAT IS IT YOU DESIRE THAT MADE YOU SEEK ME?”
Josh winced as the icy gale of the creature’s breath slammed into him, “What are you?”
“SPEAK UP LITTLE ONE, I CANNOT HEAR YOU.”
Josh felt a throbbing resonating in his temples as the creature spoke. He barely managed to keep his balance as the ground rolled and bucked under him, but he raised his voice and spoke as loudly as he could, “What are you?”
The thing paused for a moment, “I AM CALLED CRYOBANE. I AM THE ONE THAT RULES THIS PLACE. WHO ARE YOU THAT SEEKS MY POWER?”
Josh waited for the trembling in the ground to stop before he responded, “My name is Josh. I just want to go home!”
“AH, YOU SEEK TO RETURN TO YOUR HOME?”
“Yes!”
Cryobane remained very silent for a moment. It seemed to be waiting for something. Finally it spoke again, “SUCH A TASK IS WITHIN MY POWER. DO YOU WISH NOTHING MORE OF ME?”
Josh ducked his head against the cold wind, his hands were beginning to grow numb, “What?”
“I HAVE ULTIMATE POWER, I CAN CREATE AND DESTROY WORLDS, AND YOU HAVE COME TO ME ONLY FOR ME TO RETURN YOU TO YOUR HOME?”
Josh sat very silent for a moment; contemplating. The power to create and destroy worlds? After a long while he spoke, “I just want to go home, nothing more!”
Cryobane sighed, sending a blizzard raging across the entire plane, “AS YOU WISH LITTLE ONE. I WILL RETURN YOU TO YOUR HOME.”
Suddenly Josh thought of something, “Wait! I want this second being out of my mind, I want him returned home too! I don’t want to have to ever come back here!”
There was a sound like the earth itself rumbling as Cryobane laughed, “A SIMPLE TASK LITTLE ONE. I WILL SEND HIM BACK AS WELL. IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WISH OF ME?”
Josh shook his head frantically; he was losing all feeling in his body, “No!”
Cryobane was still for a moment, and then slowly began to open its enormous mouth. Josh watched in awe as the red orb rolled back and the jagged jaw dropped to the floor. Suddenly a flood of ice cold water washed over Josh. He felt a wrenching sensation, and for a brief moment saw his second self; that strange creature that had pulled him out of comma floating in the water within arm’s reach of him. Beyond the swirling water, Josh saw a rush of flames and the blurred form of Cryobane before everything went black.
* * * * *
Josh slowly became aware of his surroundings. He was lying on a hard, flat surface. Slowly he opened his eyes and had to close them again as the sun beating down on him nearly blinded him. He rolled over and attempted to stand, only to find himself incapable of it. His entire body was shivering, and he couldn’t feel much of either his legs or his arms.
He opened his eyes again and found that he was lying in the middle of a single lane road. Small birches and oaks bursting with summer foliage were apparent along the sides of the road, and not too far down, Josh could make out a bent green sign that read Trenton.
“Trenton?” Josh’s voice was weak, but he was smiling nonetheless. He had grown up barely two miles from the spot that he now laid. He was truly home at last.
His head fell to the ground, and there he lay, with a slight smile curled on his lips.
* * * * *
Josh stood on a sunlit, grassy hill. The sky was an amazing shade of blue, and a single wispy cloud floated in the sky. He took in a deep breath. He’d almost forgotten how good it felt to be here. A girl came up beside him. She looked stunningly similar to Marissa, but Josh knew that she was not.
“So, do you want to go back again?”
Josh looked at her, a smile playing across his face, “Why bother? We both know what it got us last time.”
The girl laughed, “So no regrets at all?”
Josh’s smile wavered, “Of course, but I think it’s better this way.” He reached out and pushed her gently.
A smile spread across the girl’s beautiful face, “You’re never going to get rid of me like that.”
Josh grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to him, planting a firm kiss on her lips, “Yes, but I’ve stopped ignoring you now.”
* * * * *
“You found him where?” The doctor turned back to the person that had brought the man in, giving her a comforting look.
The woman was shaking badly, “He was just laying in the middle of the road. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
The doctor nodded, “Well, he has Hypothermia and severe frost bite. We’ve done all we can for him, and fortunately he has stabilized, but I’m afraid that he’s fallen into a deep comma. I don’t know what happened, but we’re trying to get in touch with his family. It’s very tragic.”
The woman took a small drink of her coffee, “Will he be all right?”
The doctor shrugged, “I don’t know if he’ll ever come out of it…but we’ll let you know if he does. Thank you for all of your help, and we’ll be in touch.”
The woman nodded and looked down, “Of course, thank you.”
| Posted By: Mir Dec 09, 2004 - 09:45 am | | This one took me a while, and actually changed a bit from what I was origianlly planning, please tell me what you think of it.
| Posted By: Magus Dec 09, 2004 - 06:23 pm | | I can't read it at the moment, and will be gone all weekend out of state. But I'll give it a read when I can when I get back.
| Posted By: Mir Dec 10, 2004 - 07:51 am | | Okay. Thanks and good luck Magus.
| Posted By: Bmat Dec 18, 2004 - 03:25 pm | | I am not sure that the priest would give a sermon at a death bed. What is the term- administering Final Rites? finished his prayer?
There are a few too many descriptive words. For example "wincing slightly as the serrated edges left a new line of blood on his bare foot. He stumbled slightly,..." the first slightly could be removed, and one of them or even both should be removed anyway.
He was laying should be he was lying.
There are few spelling and word usage problems but not very many.
Not only is this a good story, it is written with skill and obvious talent. There is a complexity to the story and the character that is appealing. I'd recommend cleaning it up a bit, condensing if you can, and checking into submitting it for publication.
| Posted By: Mir Dec 18, 2004 - 10:12 pm | | thanks. I'm trying for something like that. I'll take your advice into consideration.
| Posted By: Xyster Jan 31, 2005 - 05:41 am | | ok
| Posted By: xyster Mar 14, 2005 - 10:19 am | | yeah
No, a priest would not deliver a sermon while giving the Last Rites (I should know: I'm Catholic).
This is an interesting story, Mir. You obviously have talent. In some places your usage needs improvement, and in others the prose is a bit awkward, such as, "A quickly glance up revealed that the ceiling was wreathed in the flames, and that they seemed to be burning downwards, the perspective was quite discomforting, and he had a brief dizzy moment as he sorted out which way really was up." It would be more more readable as, say, "A quick glance up revealed that the ceiling was wreathed in flames, which seemed to be burning downwards. The pespective was quite unsettling, briefly dizzying Josh until he sorted out which was way was up." Or whatever.
There was something else I thought of while reading it: Sleep is obviously a very dangerous thing for Josh, yet he seems to spend most of his time sleeping. In my personal opinion, writing it so that Josh does his best to resist sleep--fights it with coffee, drugs, sheer will--until he collapses from exhaustion would add tension to the story.
Just my $.02. 
| Posted By: Magus Mar 14, 2005 - 06:34 pm | | ***Just like to point out, I'm a Catholic and I didn't know. The knowledge isn't necesarilly innate.***
Heh...
That response was actually my first reaction, but after I posted it I went and checked to make sure I was correct. 'Twould have been very embarassing if I had not been after making that declaration. 
| Posted By: xyster Mar 15, 2005 - 04:50 am | | He has to sleep becuase the only way to heal the deadly wounds that he got was to go back into the dreamworld, also, he's been fighting with it for a while now, as the state of his apartment and social life are trying to depict.
Quote:He has to sleep becuase the only way to heal the deadly wounds that he got was to go back into the dreamworld
I must have missed that. I was pretty sleep-deprieved when I read it myself.
| Posted By: xyster Mar 18, 2005 - 05:08 am | | Lol...that's okay. It's a really wierd story anyways.
| Posted By: Magus Mar 20, 2005 - 06:13 pm | | ***Can't read it just now. But I will when I get the chance, very likely by tomorrow. I'll even print it out so that all I'll have to do is type up my thoughts later on.***
| Posted By: xyster Mar 21, 2005 - 05:34 am | | Sounds good. Get to it whenever you have the chance.
| Posted By: Magus Mar 21, 2005 - 02:12 pm | | Looks like it won't be tonight though. I just remembered about some English homework and need to finihs 2 1/2 chapters of The Great Gatsby tonight and answer questions on them. But I know that I can get to it by tomorrow.
| Posted By: Magus Mar 25, 2005 - 08:50 am | | Hehehe...
I have it all written up in notes, but they're upstairs with the rest of my stuff and I'm not allowed to go through the kitchen, and thus get upstairs, because my mom just washed it and it's still wet. S, once it dries, I'll get it and trnasfer it to the computer.
| Posted By: Magus Mar 26, 2005 - 02:10 pm | | Sorry it took me so late getting it in. I'm sorry about that, but here it is now, if that's any conselation to you.
I must say that overall I liked the story. It was intruigingly abstract in it's content and pleasingly effective throughout.
Now, there was one thing that realy got to me. You start out describing it as a forest. You then go on to say that he starts in the same spot every night, or at least everytime he falls asleep. Then why in another dream is he in a hallway/labarynth-like corridor?
Goot eat. POst the rest later.
| Posted By: xyster Mar 28, 2005 - 05:18 am | | Remember, he awoke falling, he fell down into the labrinth thing as he awoke, or that at least is the purpose of the falling.
| Posted By: Magus Mar 28, 2005 - 06:00 am | | O.K. But it's still very confusing. Maybe you could point that out further in the story.
I seem to have, over Easter, misplaced my notes on your story. And tonight I'm leaving for Dallas. I'll look for them, but it's very likely that I wpn't be able to fully reply to your story until I get back, next Sunday. I'm sorry for the inconvenience.
| Posted By: xyster Mar 28, 2005 - 08:42 am | | No problem and no rush. By the way, this story is meant to make you feel sort of confused...it's teh way that I wrote it.
| Posted By: Magus Mar 28, 2005 - 11:35 am | | :p
O.K. then. At least I'm not going crazy.
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