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Beta dreams
Good morning. Amazingly sleepy. My head is still swimming with beta dreams. Whenever I do beta work right before bedtime, I have beta dreams, which are like regular dreams, except for several major differences.
First, people in these dreams are almost exactly like regular dream characters, except they carry their personalities outside their bodies. A personality is nearly invisible, resembling a silo of swirling, translucent smoke that floats above a character. Nobody remarks on other people's visible personalities; it's as normal as skin. And at crucial moments in a dream, I am capable of stopping the plot and messing with the personality silo of any character, changing the dialogue and all subsequent decisions.
Second, at these same crucial moments, I also run back and change elements. In last night's dream, I added cars to a passenger train so my characters would neglect to sit together when they boarded. You'd have to have been there. On second thought, it's a good thing you weren't, because I might have messed with your personality silo.
First, people in these dreams are almost exactly like regular dream characters, except they carry their personalities outside their bodies. A personality is nearly invisible, resembling a silo of swirling, translucent smoke that floats above a character. Nobody remarks on other people's visible personalities; it's as normal as skin. And at crucial moments in a dream, I am capable of stopping the plot and messing with the personality silo of any character, changing the dialogue and all subsequent decisions.
Second, at these same crucial moments, I also run back and change elements. In last night's dream, I added cars to a passenger train so my characters would neglect to sit together when they boarded. You'd have to have been there. On second thought, it's a good thing you weren't, because I might have messed with your personality silo.
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I'm a bit envious, as I scarcely remember my dreams, and when I do, they seem so pedestrian.
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