Bramblepoint Darjeeling Express

This was a relief, because in case Dwin had died without her realizing this, all this talk about goals and ambitions in life would have turned out to be in vain. She shuddered even. While she did not really fear death as such - being afraid of inevitable was pointless in her opinion - she did not wish to be dead. Not yet, while there was still so much she wished to do. 

"I am not sure I understand, how this works," she pointed out, trying to find logic in merging dreams and one being alive and the other dead. Could dead people dream at all? Dreams happened to those, who slept. Did ghosts have to sleep? If not, how did they dream? Or if they did have to sleep - then why? What was the point, when you no longer needed to keep yourself moving and alive?

Dwin felt that her thoughts were rambling and it was growing difficult to put them on the right track. "Are you kind of dream-walking?" she finally asked and as she stirred in her sleep, reaching the end of that brainwave cycle that allows us to see those colourful life-like images, the scenery around them began to dissolve as well.