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"My dreams," he responded, "they seem so real and vivid, leaving me wondering if per’aps it is m’ life that is the dream and m’ dreams that are the reality.” Marin knew that it sounded insane, but in the moment that was the exact emotion that he felt toward the recurring scenes that danced through his slumber.
"As fer when it started, I have no recollection. It seems as if I cannot even remember when I came to this town. I simply am, yet am as if I was a ship that had no rudder.”
"Dreams are funny things," Audrey said , hands neatly folded against her lap. "Sometimes dreams do not mean what we take them to meant at all. One thing that seems so certain could mean something else entirely. Dreams are tricky.” As he mentioned it, Audrey couldn’t quiet remember when she came here either. She just knew she had been here and that this was home. Recollection of how or when didn’t cross her mind until brought to her attention and yet for her it was quiet easy to dismiss. She didn’t like to dwell. "The dreams, the vivid dreams — What are you doing in them?"
His silence is her answer as Marin thinks back to his dreams, trying to recall their details and the stages that seemed to mar so deeply in his mind. They had felt vivid and more lifelike than his own life now, but in trying to recall them, Marin struggled. They seemed to fade at the edges of his memory, taunting him as they were just out of reach.
Finally he sighed and opened his dark eyes to study the woman before him again, almost as if perhaps in her countenance he might find the answer for which he was searching. A moment later defeat seemed to reign across the darker features.
"I cannot recall the exact nature, outside th' fact I'm almost entirely sire that I was a pirate in this dream."
