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A dream. A horrible, black dream, black as night, dark, dreary, pitch-black, lightless, blinding.

I stumble through the darkness for water, H20, liquid, something to parch the thirst, the dehydration, the funny feeling in the back of my throat.

Kana is there, and hands me a glass of water. I gulp it down right away. I look at the glass. There's a bit of water left. It's smoking, the little curls floating up into the air, little tails, little devil tails, caught on the breeze, not a care in the world, drifting, swirling, spinning, twirling, floating, falling...

Sweet intoxication.

I too begin to fall, and yet it feels like I'm floating. I hit the ground. My skull cracks open and dark red liquids pour out, staining the linoleum, getting everywhere, making a big mess, except it doesn't. My head is intact, although feeling a little light. Light. A bright white one. Coming towards me.

Darkness.

I can't see. Ending the same way I began. Round trip. Perfect circle. Back where I started.

I wake up screaming.