We dream each night, then talk all day and discuss what (if
anything) we are going to do. I have never felt so much part of a community,
but I’ve also never felt so lonely as well. Here we are in a big manor house in
West Wales, the only thirteen people – perhaps in the world – who share these
experiences, and it allows us a window into each other’s souls. Over the course
of each day we don’t just talk about our dreams (that might be a recipe for
insanity), but bond as we discuss other things and find out what we have in
common. I am part of something here, something that is incredibly and uncannily
special.
However I am also very alone. Each night we sleep by
ourselves – which of course is better to aid our dreams – but it means that I
miss Julie. Even though I see her in the day, she is just one of the group now –
the member I know best, but still one of thirteen alike souls. I am making new
friends, forging new connections, but in the process I seem to have lost my
girlfriend.
Dexter Phillips is right though, we need to concentrate on
the dreams. A bruised heart is going to be the least of our worries when this
thing slams into Earth and it all begins.
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