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[doggonemad]

Yeah . . . me too.

[throughbamboo]

[reaches over for his shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze]

[doggonemad]

Hate this "not knowin'" shit. Fuck them. If those visions are mine, gimme all've 'em.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm . . . ya know I feel the same way. I want 'em back, yours an' mine.

[doggonemad]

Hearin' people talk earlier, I felt like I was takin' crazy pills.

[throughbamboo]

Why's that? 'Sides the obvious.

[doggonemad]

People not wantin' ta accept that their "visions" are theirs.

I mean, I get it. But c'mon. Surprises the hell outta me that there ain't no one else on this goddamn ship like us.

[throughbamboo]

[a soft huff]

That is a surprise, figured there'd be at least a couple of others.

[doggonemad]

The closest I've come 'cross so far is Friday, an' he's more in denial 'cause vision!him did some bad shit. Told him I'd just beat his ass if he went all dark side on us, no biggie.

[throughbamboo]

[sighs, running a hand over his head]

All these damn kids bein' in denial is just gonna make it worse when they realize they really are memories.

[doggonemad]

Right, right. You wanna hear my current oddball theory? Way outta left field?

[throughbamboo]

'Course I do.

[doggonemad]

New theory: we're all dreamin'.

Or more precisely! Our consciousnesses were pulled in through our dreams into bodies that fit the "Estorian" narrative. That's why some people are changin' as they get visions, it's reality reassertin' itself. S'why we can't die, 'cause our physical bodies ain't actually here. An' why some people just fall into those comas. They ain't sleepin', they're actually awake in the real world.

[ gives him a wild grin. like he knows it's nutty and there's ZERO proof.

and yet here he is speculating. ]

Callin' it my "dream theory." Bet I'll have a new one next week!

[throughbamboo]

[opens his mouth.

Closes it.

Makes a grumbly thoughtful noise as he goes over that in his head . . . then sighs heavily]

I fuckin' hate that as out there it might be, it's still fuckin' possible.

[doggonemad]

Right?! It's a good one!

[throughbamboo]

It's a good one.

I'll write it up an' put it on the board with the rest.

[doggonemad]

Yeah . . . that whole meetin' made me not wanna share my board with people. Feels like m'crazy.

[throughbamboo]

Yer not. Or else 'm fuckin' crazy right there with ya.

[doggonemad]

Knew you'd say that. You know what my nickname is in our visions, right?

[throughbamboo]

[frowns, thoughtful for a moment]

Y'said it in one of 'em . . . Mad Dog?

[doggonemad]

Hit the nail on the head!

[throughbamboo]

[the frown deepens into a scowl]

Hate it.

[doggonemad]

Seems ta me like I wanted people to think m'crazy.

[throughbamboo]

. . . from what I remember talkin' about with ya in the pasture . . . ehh. Not too surprised.

[doggonemad]

Ain't a bad plan. S'like what I was doin' in Estoria, actin' all mild-mannered an' shit so no one'd see me comin'. Except that was fuckin' boring.