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[The video starts off dark. There's some shuffling sounds, like someone dragging clothing on hangers across a metal rack. Then, a pair of eyes, one bright gold and the other white look into the feed, wide and startled. The camera blurs out, but the tiniest, panicked voice can be made out.]

Alcaid! I said textIsaidtext!

[It cuts and then a moment later a text post is attached.]

Ignore that, thanks.

I just want to give a quick heads up, especially to anyone who saw my uncle's post about my other uncle leaving: He's back.

Sort of.

He's thirty years younger and doesn't have any memories of this place so, try not to be too alarmed if you see him. If you could also avoid bringing up Bill (If you know who I mean) to him, that would be great.

It makes me wonder... how many of us from the Dream are still here? It seems like a lot of us have gone back to the ocean. I went through the doors because I didn't have a place in my own story anymore, hoping this would be the place where I fit. Maybe that was just wishful thinking and we don't fit anywhere anymore.

Anyway, that's all.

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I was somewhere weird where people showed up from all over before this, but not the Dream. Temba, on a planet called Agri-10.

There are several people here, I met versions of, there. Or knew from back home. Or both. The temporal disconnects make stuff confusing, and sometimes upsetting, definitely.

And there's one person I knew from there, who remembers me here, too. So, all sorts of possibilities.

You're not the first person I've talked to that's been somewhere else first. Like another multiverse nexus point, which is the best word I have for where we are? Or were. It's a pretty weird and specific phenomenon! I'd honestly be interested in researching it if I could.

Yeah, I bet. I'm sorry that's happened to you though. Especially if you had friends that don't recognize you. But having just one person that knows, that's- I mean. Does it help?

Multiverse nexus point. I like that.

Someone who remembers Temba helps me feel less crazy, definitely.

There's a few of the people here I knew back home, but they're somewhere between 15 and 20 years younger than when I first met them. So, before I was born, or certainly long before they met me.

When it's family, it's hard.

Sweet. If I were to give it a definition, I'd say ... a fixed dimension or pocket that draws in people or objects from across time and space with no clear exit point. Does that sound about right?

I. Yeah, I think that's what really sucks about this situation. It's not just that my uncle doesn't remember his time here, but he doesn't know who I am yet, either. From his point in time I don't think my sister and I will even be born for another sixteen years.

So that sucks.

Yep, sounds like a pretty good definition to me. Temba, I just...I was where I was one second, then there the next. Honestly, my first thought was that I'd died. I'm still not entirely sure that wasn't the next thing that would have happened.

[He's actually increasingly sure that something like that must have the likeliest outcome. At least two people from the relative future who should know who he is, if he's alive and acting as a Jedi haven't, so-]

I'm really sorry about how much him not knowing you sucks. Because it really does.

Edited 2022-05-22 02:49 (UTC)

Right. It was sort of like that with Deerington, though I think I actually remember falling asleep, and then waking up there instead. I never thought to ask, but with the place being a Nightmare realm, I wonder if that was the case for everyone there.

Thanks. At least we might have the chance to do some good for him. I think this was a really rough patch in his past, so maybe we can help him.

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