[2] Dream a dream.

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

I wish I didn't remember dreams... because...oh god, my hands went right through the bullet holes and...I just...should be used to these things but. They...

[he is obviously less than put-together. eyes a little disoriented, a little confused.]

Nobody. Nobody remembers when I'm gone. Tifa looked at me like I was. Not...she looked at me like I was crazy again. But. I guess she realized because...

There's...no. I'm not mad again. That.
I don't know what's real sometimes.

[Cloud stares at his pale ungloved right hand.]

Guess it all was a dream. I had a number....
I was zero.

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[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

Cloud, are you alright?

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

Mm. Yeah. Don't worry about me. I get mixed-up, sometimes. [twisted smile]

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

You sure? [a pause, as if realizing something] Do you . . . dream often?

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

Too often. Half of them aren't even dreams. I think. Why?

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

So you think they're real? But you don't know for sure?

[another pause] I have them too.

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

I never know. My...mind. It's not what you'd call reliable...
[sad, twisted little smile.] Does it matter if they're real?

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

Oh? Did something happen?

[looks thoughtful] I don't know... But it'd be kind of weird if they were real...

[illusoryblue.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Long time ago.
[cocked head at Roxas] I guess. Used to it, Probably not a good thing.