[The contents of that nightmare begin to trickle back in bit by miserable bit. It's nothing elaborate, nothing so terrifying as being struck down by a ferocious beast, but a nightmare that plays on Akira's most base fear and exacerbates it.
Alone. He was all alone in that dream, yet he was surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces. Still, no matter how far he extended his hand, he couldn't reach any of them.
By all counts, a dream like that shouldn't have been enough to startle him awake, but it did, Akira's face blanched white and his fingers shaky where he buries them in the sheets.]
A dream... No, I guess it was a nightmare. It's nothing. Sorry I woke you.
[But it isn't "nothing." It's quite clearly something, else Akira would not sound so shaken.]
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Alone. He was all alone in that dream, yet he was surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces. Still, no matter how far he extended his hand, he couldn't reach any of them.
By all counts, a dream like that shouldn't have been enough to startle him awake, but it did, Akira's face blanched white and his fingers shaky where he buries them in the sheets.]
A dream... No, I guess it was a nightmare. It's nothing. Sorry I woke you.
[But it isn't "nothing." It's quite clearly something, else Akira would not sound so shaken.]