exopta_Noctambule= Noctambule

NOCT_TXT=
You wanna hear something funny? 
I just remembered it while talking to you, all *tired* and all here.

Last night, I dreamed that I had a dream. 

One of those lucid ones, felt almost too real. 
A bit scary, really.

I spent my due time playing, seeing sights, growing flowers… {0.5}
It was nice.

You rarely get a chance to visit yourself like that. {0.5}It’s never familiar, so you have to be ready for it.

I was holding onto that dream for a while, seeing what I could do…

...Until it got tired, so I had to let it go. {0.5}I regretted that. 

I felt too concerned to not see it off, whichever way the exit. I went after it.

It kept on walking, as did I. {0.5}I could liken the dream to a dog, that limping quality of it.

It wasn’t a dog. {0.5} I wasn’t a human. {0.5}It was something that ran, and I was something that followed.

It wasn’t space, but it sprawled ahead of us anyway. 

It lent us fields and corridors through which we gave and took novel, immeasurable chase.

My dream was breaking down, oxidizing, shedding matter. {0.5}I was on its trail...

...It fell on itself, whispering. {0.5}I got closer, then closer, until I was breathing down its nape...

...I couldn't tell if I was taking a life or finishing a prayer. {0.5}I'm not sure what I was doing. {0.5}It seemed clear in the heat of it. 

Something had to be put down. {0.5}I reached for it. {0.5}I shook. 

...

...Then I came to! {0.5}It took me a minute to parse that I woke from something at all. {0.5}You know that feeling?

Funny. {0.5}I imagine it’s still out there.

I didn’t finish it, and now I can’t come back.

It’s left half-dead, lying there. {0.5}Unpunctuated. {0.5}Still as lucid and as weak. 

Maybe when someone closes my own eyes…

But that’s a tangent at this point. {0.5}Jeez, sorry, hahaha!

What were you gonna tell me before?


NOCT2_TXT=

Good night.
