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I was having that dream once again.
That dream...
...same thing every night.
But it's all forgotten in the morning, as usual.
Maybe it's for the best...
Only a glimpse of memory will remain, of gates – half-opened, as if inviting me somewhere – with two frozen stone pioneers standing close.
And also that strange girl... who keeps asking me:

Will you come with me?

Come?
But where...
... and why?
And where am I, anyway?
Of course, if it all would have happened in real life, I would have certainly be scared.
This much is sure!
But this is just a dream. The same one I see every night.
There must be a reason!
You don't have to know where or why to realize: something is really happening.
Something, desperate for my attention.
Since everything that surrounds me here is real!
As real as things in my own flat: I could open the gates, hear the hinges creak, brush the crumbling rust away with my hand, inhale the fresh cool air and shiver from the cold.
I could; but to do that, I would need to pick myself up, make a step, move my hand...
But this is a dream. I understand that, but what of it? What would change my understanding?
Because here it's just like on the other side of the cracking screen of an old TV, which struggles to the fight against static noise and strives to show it's audience everything without missing a single detail.
But the picture is getting blurry... I must be waking up soon.

...
Maybe I should ask her something? The girl.
What's her name...
About the stars, for instance...
Why the stars, though?
I rather ask about the gates! Yes, the gates!
She would be so surprised.
Or better, why dot over i was called a tittle, but dot over j was called a superscript dot?
Nice letters...
As if they don’t exist anymore!
Still, what do letters, gates and stars have to do with this place?
Because if every night I'm having this dream, which will be forgotten soon anyway, I've got to look for answers here and now!
And there, if you look carefully, you can see the Magellanic Clouds...
As if I ended up in the Southern Hemisphere!

...
In a dream, there are the small things that catch the most of your attention: unnatural colour of grass, impossible curves of straight lines or your own distorted reflection – while the real danger, which could put an end to everything right here and now, seems a trifle.
It's natural, since here you cannot die.
I know it for sure – I've done it hundreds of times.
But if you cannot die, is there a point in living?
I should ask the girl. She's a local, she should know.
Yes, exactly! I should ask her about the owl, for example.
One strange bird it is...
Though, it doesn't matter...
...

Will you come with me?

And every time I have to answer.
It's the only way, otherwise the dream will never end, and I will never wake up.

Every time it's so hard to decide on the answer.
Where am I, what am I doing here, who is she?
And why does so much in my life depend on this answer?
Or maybe it doesn’t?..
It's just a dream after all.
Just a dream...

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