Ashwood Cross

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text gets all fucked up in dreams.

No, that looks like it has information. Not just funky dreamtext.

it's possible that you don't actually know the regular written language here.

You've heard that you can't read when you're dreaming.
Still, some of these symbols repeat themselves.
Could there be information in here?

Is this really dream-text, or is it a language or code?
Is this maybe some effect of that injury your Mom mentioned?
Is this just written in another egregiously bad font?

Yeah, the last one is comforting, but pretty unlikely.
Still, you feel like you should be able to read this letter.
So why can't you make sense of it?

I think you all are being extremely rude about this.
Obviously Maria does not want to weigh herself in front of an audience this big.

Haha, what the butts? An audience? You're alone right now!

What a weird thought.

Anyway, finding out your weight isn't a high priority for you.
Especially when you may or may not be in some kind of Quasi-Dream.

Give it another five minutes, and if no nurse appears go find our friend. Who is definitely probably not an alien bodysnatcher, which we are also definitely probably not ourselves.

Ye*h. Th*t so*nds like a g**d pl*n.
Just wa*t h*re for a b*t.
L*ke a g*od Ali*n B*dysn*tch*r.

Wa*t, of c**rse! B*d*sn*tch*r! L*ke in th*t m*v*e!
Th*t m*k*s p*rf*ct s*nse! It m*st be th*m d*ng Al**ns f**lt.

Ok*y, s*r***sly th**gh th*t's j*st s*lly.
Y**'d r*m*mb*r s*m*th*ng l*ke th*t.

This is a Dream

HANA RECOVERS 1 BASHED HEALTH FROM REST!

Your Self-Awareness starts to flow back.
Whether slowly or quickly, it's hard to tell.

Your head throbs and aches in time with your heartbeat.
A deep, dull soreness floods all the muscles in your body.
Your dominant arm burns, both inside and out.

Through the pain, you try to get your bearings.



You feel your full Duffel Bag behind you, and smooth stone or pavement below.
Your nose catches a distinctive burnt smell, and the metallic tingle of ozone.
Your eyes, however, see only darkness.



Nevertheless, it would seem that you remain Hana Greenthorn.

And, unsurprisingly, you still feel like garbage.

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