#25 De JaVu.

Hmmm...

And I wonder why?

Quell that feeling.

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I dream a dream of the incredible. In this dream what I see I don't recognise. Yet what I see seems familiar, seems surreal. It's like the playground from so long ago that's been painted over time and again. Yet caught in between two dimensions I am.

In one, I see two children playing in the playground. One looks like myself, the other *one of* my brother*s*. Hmmm, funny, I don't see the other. The image is blurry; we seem to be having fun, yet having no emotion at all.

In another, I see myself. This one's far more blur. There's a greater variety of colour, of crimson, orange, yellow? There seems to be either blood, or fire, or a mixture of both around me. Corpses, maybe. I can't tell for sure. Seems to me I'm suffering, yet somehow I can feel beyond the image into the heart of "myself". There seems to be something within that heart there that drives me. My face is stricken into a contortion of pain.

And I, as in the real me standing looking at these two dimensions in my first person perspective, stands caught beyond both images, in an atmosphere of whiteness. There's just pure nothing here; the environment feels calm. Yet my heart pumps with nervous anticipation; I have to choose between either.

And then I "white-out".

Once again, time passed me by.