Just a dream
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1 through F › Babylon 5
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
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1,222
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Just a dream
It always started the same. He'd be standing in front of one of those old-fashioned, full-length, free-standing mirrors. He'd watch as his form regressed twenty years or so until the figure in the mirror looked about the same as he had at 25. Bester would then hold out his hand and the figure in the mirror would use it to steady himself as he climbed from the mirror.
That was the point when the dreams changed each time. Sometimes he'd look up to see his own apartment, sometimes he'd see a different one, probably the other's, with books in russian on the shelves, and still other times he'd find the two of them wandering planets sometimes familiar and sometimes fascinatingly, fantastically different.
Bester had known the other, who said his name was Pavel, since his 32nd birthday. Pavel had just appeared in his dream that night, the same as he had this night, only he had looked about 20 or so.
They had become confidantes almost immediately though bester had at first assumed that Pavel was a projection of his own subconcious. He still wasn't 100% sure that Pavel wasn't but there was enough evidence to support the theory that he was from somewhere outside of Bester's own sphere of influence, possibly even another universe.
And since Pavel wasn't a threat and actually helped reduce his stress considerably when they talked, Bester made no move to keep the other from his mind.
Though it was a bit disconcerting to wake up with a problem he thought he'd outgrown after puberty. It made him wonder if he was a narcicisst, but he pushed the thought aside each time as being rediculous.
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That was the point when the dreams changed each time. Sometimes he'd look up to see his own apartment, sometimes he'd see a different one, probably the other's, with books in russian on the shelves, and still other times he'd find the two of them wandering planets sometimes familiar and sometimes fascinatingly, fantastically different.
Bester had known the other, who said his name was Pavel, since his 32nd birthday. Pavel had just appeared in his dream that night, the same as he had this night, only he had looked about 20 or so.
They had become confidantes almost immediately though bester had at first assumed that Pavel was a projection of his own subconcious. He still wasn't 100% sure that Pavel wasn't but there was enough evidence to support the theory that he was from somewhere outside of Bester's own sphere of influence, possibly even another universe.
And since Pavel wasn't a threat and actually helped reduce his stress considerably when they talked, Bester made no move to keep the other from his mind.
Though it was a bit disconcerting to wake up with a problem he thought he'd outgrown after puberty. It made him wonder if he was a narcicisst, but he pushed the thought aside each time as being rediculous.
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Reviews make me write faster, so if you want to see chapter 2 then Review.