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PART II; LEAVING THE DREAMSCAPE

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  This time my brother and I awoke up the street from our connections home. We walked toward their house. I stopped at the home of Lurka, told my brother “hey I’ll catch up tell Cora and Zora I said hi” he said “sure thing” as he continued to walk down the hill and I headed to the front door of the house where Lurka resided. I knocked on the door and it opened nearly instantly. I said, “hi is Lurka home?” A skinny guy who looked slightly older than myself responded “ahh ya, who are you?” I replied, “I’m Cor” he then Hollored down the hall “Lurka Cor is here to see you” I heard Lurka's voice yell “WHO?” “COR” he yelled back. She walked up the hall toward the door, she had grown taller and thicker. It made me wonder how time passes here. It has only been a few days for me, although anytime away from her feels like years, could it actually have been years for her? That thought hardly lasted as I began to admire her stunning beauty and grace just as stunning as ever, possibly even more...
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PART I; WELCOME TO THE DREAMSCAPE

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I want to tell a story. A story of love and dreams, a story of monsters and death, of the forgotten and the remembered. This story will be hard to believe, but even harder to tell. Though be assured, there is truth in every word. First, I need you to accept that, second, I need you to feel it, and thirdly, I need you to understand. This story is, in all its flaws and glory, truly, the Diary of a Dream. A Lovely dream.  It started when I was a child, maybe more accurately a pre-teen, but we’ll stick with child for now. I was young, my brother two years younger and our connections equivalent. Anyway, when we were young, we would visit a place, a place I will call the dreamscape from here on out. This world, like ours in almost every way, except the monsters. The monsters would appear when those who did not belong would visit, appear to kill those visitors and erase the memory of them from the minds of the residents. The residents, mirrors of ourselves, or connections, as we would com...
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