[color=blue]…I then leave them to go looking for a mirror to go to the crossroads.
I find one. I try putting my index finger through my palm. It won’t go. The same with the mirror. I don’t give up. Though I do a nose RC.
I back away a little and run straight into the mirror. This time it feels different. Like a black tunnel. It feels like I’m floating forwards in a great speed. The tunnel is carrying me.
I end up in a room. “Well, this isn’t the Crossroads. Again.” I think. A blue woman comes out of the other room and waves to me. I see a notepad on the table. There are some numbers.
While I was busy examining the notebook, the blue woman had changed into a normal woman. A business woman. She was tall, fit and had dark shorter hair.
“This isn’t the Crossroads.” I pout.
“Yeah. Don’t worry. Often these two places are mixed up and people end up here instead. I don’t mind. Without them it would be boring.”
She is concsious that I am dreaming. I look around. It’s like an office. There are bookshelves with books, a table with the notebook and something else on it,(I don’t know what it was, it doesn’t exist in WL. It’s been erased from my memory, all I have is the feeling there was something more besides the notebook. I SAW something more.)a weird machine(that kinda looked like a washing machine), her desk and the door to another room is opened, I see a mirror there and a teenage boy. Must be her son, I think.
I tried to read the paper on the machine. It was for somekind of service. I read the word over and over again but couldn’t spell it right. So I gave up. Their language didn’t make much sense.
There were different cakes on the woman’s desk and she offered me to take some. I did and it was delicious.
It was time for some investigating.
“So, you’re my Dream Character?”
She kneeled against the machine and didn’t bother to reply at first.
“You can think so if you want…I’m as real as you are.”She then replied.
“Is there…Do you like, live here? I mean is this another World? Another plane where our people go to every night?” I then asked.
“Yes.”
“I knew it!”
My eyes wandered to the bookshelf. I saw two thick books named “exline” and “renline”. Capital letters weren’t used. I had the feeling they were something like encyclopedias, explaining their language, words and their meanings.
“So we come to your world every night. But can your people visit ours?”
“I did two days ago.”
Obviously that meant a yes. I got more excited. The picture started blacking out(feels like someone turned the lights off), but I kept imagining that I was rubbing my hands(Thanks Sandra!). And everything continued after a while.
She was still standing there, kneeling against the machine. I in front of her. The whole evinronment looked the same.
“But are you able to do the things in our world that we can do in your world? I mean flying and all that. Because you know, we can’t.”
“Yes, we can. But we usually don’t, because your people might see us.”
Then I said something like so this is why the paranormal stuff is happening. She didn’t understand my question, the word “paranormal”.(Then again, nothing’s paranormal in their world.)
The picture blacked out again…[/color]
And they proably don’t come here via sleeping, otherwise she wouldn’t have said two days ago.
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, to have an intelligent conversation with a DC 
