The dream repeated. Not exactly, but close. I was sleeping, Lain was awake.

It's one of my favorite dreams.

Why do I still have to leave my room? I'm getting really happy here...

Dreams last night: I was in a locked room, and I had no key, no lockpicks, and no other way of getting around the door. The ceiling was a giant TV, telling me the news in Japan. I remember that the news reporter looked very young, like he was in his early twenties. The room was blue, but it kept changing what kind of blue it was ( Read more... )

Last night's dreams: The old doors are gone now. Or, at least, they're harder to get to ( Read more... )

Dreams last night: Went to a world of snow. Found lots of igloos, not many people. Couldn't find the hat and scarf this time. It's probably gone, now.

Ended up in a gray, empty world. The further I went to the edges, the darker the color went.

There's a lot of doors.

Why can't I find the bike?