"Honestly, I can't remember many of the dreams anymore... But certain parts kept repeating, getting clearer each time, so I still have some memory of them."
"I couldn't be sure if those earlier dreams were real, but I wanted to believe they were."
Like how Yates killed the drunk man outside my rented apartment.
Or how Felix Sinclair secretly kept an eye on my life, slipping me study materials.
And that someone was always sponsoring me, giving me a generous scholarship.
Because they were all involved in those memories, I was willing to believe they were real.
But...
"Those dreams never really had a major impact on me. Not until I was unconscious this time. I had a dream that felt incredibly 'real'."
"And by 'real,' I don't mean the kind of real I *wanted* to believe in before."
"It's because even if I don't want to believe it, the images, the sensations... they all felt like they had actually happened."
