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There is that silence again.
Is there a way that any of this, Joy’s life, can be explained? Is there a way that Suzy’s and my existence here for the last two years, more or less, can be explained?
It’s obviously possible, but how is it possible? How is it that a human girl lives in the Dream? How is it that she has abilities here that she wouldn’t in the waking world? How is it that I, a scientist, have never given it too much thought?
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We are stumped.
I guess I’m speaking first, then.
“Needless to say,” I begin, “there is no evidence that I am aware of back in the waking world that this can happen. Sleep, as far as we know, is simply neurons firing.”
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Suzy and I are sitting on rocking chairs on the porch of our house on the small island I’ve come to consider my home, when Justin appears on the deck of Bonny’s Revenge.
I get up as I see him disappear into Joy’s cabin.
He comes out almost immediately, and motions for me to go back to my chair.
He says something to Master Mind, and the two walk quickly down the ramp.
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“Joy,” Charlie says. “Are you sure you don’t dream?”
She shakes her head. “I go to sleep. I wake up. I don’t go anywhere like you do.”
“Must be strange not to dream.”
“I think it’s strange to dream,” Joy says. “You’re in two places at once. What’s that like?”
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“For many days, now, and perhaps weeks or even months, your mind will return to that moment when you killed the Goblin Monster. It will return to it and try to find another way, another solution, another path. Maybe it will succeed, maybe it won’t.”
“There was no other path, General Hawk.”
“Maybe it will succeed, maybe it won’t,” the general repeated, not conceding her point. “It would not matter, for it is done. Your mind will return to the terrible emotions you are feeling now again and again and again. For weeks and even months. And perhaps… Perhaps your feelings will turn to hate of self, hating what you did. And then… in the future, the next time you kill, it will be easier. And that time after that, easier still.”
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“Where should we go?” he said. “Mars?”
“Dad!”
“I know! We should go to Robot Planet!”
“Dad! We’re going to Tooth Island!”
“Yes, but where are we going? Into the sun?”
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It was still the same day. Dragon Father had disappeared early into his waking world. Mary and Dragon Little had begun to talk about dreams. Mary shared her dreams and nightmares and Dragon Little shared her belief that she did not dream or have nightmares.
Mary had tucked Dragon Little in again, and 2-year-old Dragon Little was lying down, facing the wall and the window.
Mary closed the curtain. “Good night, lass,” she said and my sharp dragon ears heard her walking towards the cabin door.
“Does Dad dream, Mary?”
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It was the very next day after 2-year-old Dragon Little couldn’t sleep because of a monster under her bed.
The next day’s adventure was cut short again, as Dragon Father disappeared early in the adventure, and all the villains did as well. Dragon Little had nothing else to do but to return to Bonny’s Revenge and play with Mary until she was tried.
Mary tucked Dragon Little in.
But it seemed that Dragon Little remembered what Mary had said the previous night.
“Mary, what’s a dream?”
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Dragon Little was two years old when I first heard her talk about a monster under the bed.
I was new to her father’s dream, having only arrived and rescued a few weeks ago, so if it had happened before, I would not know.
Dragon Father had disappeared when the bad guys were already defeated, as he did most of the time when she was that age. But he had also disappeared too early to tuck his daughter in.
Mary, still alive at the time, waited for the adventurers aboard Bonny’s Revenge. As usual, she asked Dragon Little about her adventure, got Dragon Little to take off her clothes and wear her pajamas, tell her a story, and tucked her in.
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Dragon Little’s eyes closed slowly. Then, after a minute of two, she whispered. “What’s ‘dreams’, dad?”