Taking another sip of his coffee, Moral turned another page in his book, then closed it after carefully laying a bookmark to mark the page.
"Parallel universes..." he murmured to himself, closing his eyes. It was an interesting concept indeed, albeit one he had not really paid any attention to before solely because it lay outside his field of study.
He had, at first, not paid any attention to the dreams. While the meaning of dreams was still widely debated in psychology. Moral personally held to the belief that they were just his subconscious mind rambling, and not worth any serious analysis.
But then they had started to intrude into waking life too, until they were less dreams and more a disjointed set of memories that existed alongside his real ones. Moral didn't think he was going crazy (he'd checked; he still didn't fit into any DSM diagnoses), which left the only explanation that something strange was going on here.
Which had led to him researching possible explanations, and narrowing it down to, odd as it sounded, a parallel universe version of himself. Who he wasn't too impressed with, as the memories this parallel version had left him included being shot and then dying. Weak.
