What is WRONG with me?
This is a weird one so bear with me...
I'm getting out of my orchestra rehersal, and somehow end up sitting at booth, facing outwards. My ex walks up (she's in band and it gets out at the same time my orchestra does) and hands me a comic book or something. I get a groovy vibe and ask her as she leaves if she wants to do something later. It's loud though, and she doesn't hear what I said, she turns around and says "What?" I won't speak at this point... until she turns again and is out of earshot.
Something about the number of people in the comic was important.
My friend starts writing numbers on the wrong side of the page.
I also remember that the number 2 was desireable over the number 3. "2, not 3"
I woke up and wrote that all down. After I fell back asleep I was attending some elegant party of a rich guy who had a projector that opened a sort of portal to a lost city. The city appeared as just an image from the projector against a small grove of trees nearby, but slowly materialised and became entirely corporeal. The city boasts a murdered king. I found myself killing loved ones (not from my real life, they just gave off the feeling that I loved them). Not out of spite, however, but out of love and mercy... for their own sake. It isn't like I liked them dying, it just was the right thing to do... I don't know why. In fact, I think I was thanked on a few occasions. Don't quote me on that though.
I specifically remember one woman. She wore a black gown like thing with crescent moon shapes on it (they were also black and sort of jutted out on this side --> (
They almost looked like eyes. After wounding her in the neck, I went and got her another "eye" thing. When I got back, someone was stealing her jewlery... or had just stolen it.
What? Let me know if anything needs clarifying. Thanks a lot!!
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