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The other man began speaking about memories invading his dreams and asked if he experienced the same. Midar shook his head a little. I don't dream much, he answered first. His dreams were few and far between and usually consisted of flashes of scents and blurs of color. For me, it seems to be random, and only small, confusing flashes. He hated them just as much as he craved them. He wanted to remember, but any pieces of his past he was granted never made any sense, and he didn't ever know what to make of them. It's interesting...that we share similar afflictions, he added. It was even stranger that it furthered his attraction to the man.