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Post by DR AARON SHUTT on Jan 4, 2012 1:36:13 GMT 9.5
 ((seriously, anyone can join this. Dreams are supposed to be messed up. If you have any place in Aaron's subconscious, please join in. Basically, if you're bored and you want to mess with Aaron's head, this is your chance. Do it!))
Reality was too painful, so Aaron slipped into another coma. His last conscious thought was that he had failed to help Adam and Michael; that he had failed to live up to Gina’s expectations; and that he had so many regrets.
Then, Aaron was in Lincoln Park in Chicago. The sun was shining. Aaron had almost forgotten what sunlight felt like against his face. It was bright. And hot. A small sweat was breaking out on Aaron’s face, so he decided to sit down on a bench and enjoy the view.
Aaron watched the families that played together, the picnics laid out, the music that seemed to come from nowhere. It was damn near idyllic: the sound of laughter, the sight of sunshine reflecting off the grass, and the smell of appetising food. Still, there was something missing.
“Hey Michael?” Aaron turned to the child, who was suddenly sat on the bench next to him. “Do you want do get some icecream?” Aaron smiled.
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Jan 4, 2012 1:52:26 GMT 9.5
The dream’s light changed as michael’s head turned. They were in a park, near the swingset. Most of the park was blurred…just colors and light of children laughing and playing. Michael was out in the sun, away from all the picnics, and near the now rather focused playground. Most playgrounds had crying and screaming…but this one was calm. Peaceful. The children were playing as children should. Young girls were wearing dresses and playing with dolls, and young boys were roughhousing. It was a surreal world.
And there was Michael, who seemed to be waiting for Aaron. Like a child would greet his father, the boy lunged at aaron. This boy was strong, and he held steadfast onto Aaron, as though it had been a long time since he’d seen this man. “Ice cream! Can I get a larger one this time? Mine was really small before.”
Barriers between Aaron and Michael were nonexistent. The little boy spoke freely, and played with Aaron whenever he wanted. There was nothing surround him…no dark looming aura soon enough, and they were at an ice cream stand…the scene had changed. Michael was already leaning over to look at what the ice creams were.
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Post by DR AARON SHUTT on Jan 4, 2012 4:20:51 GMT 9.5
Aaron chuckled at Michael’s response. It was a foreign sound, even to his own ears. He didn’t laugh nearly enough, except when he was with Michael. Laughing was good. Laughing was healthy.
“You can get as big an icecream as you want.” Aaron ruffled Michael’s hair. The world lurched slightly, making Aaron frown. Something felt off. Then Michael was in front of the ice cream stand, one which seemed to go on forever.
“I’ll have some frozen yoghurt.” Aaron ordered out of habit, always on a diet but never sticking to it. “And a triple cone of whatever Michael wants. With chocolate sauce. And sprinkles.” Aaron’s stomach lurched, painfully. The hand Aaron used to hold onto his stomach came away bloody, just for a second, then Aaron blinked and the blood was gone. He was just hungry. Suddenly, Aaron was eating a vanilla ice cream cone, topped with strawberry sauce and a chocolate flake.
“So what flavor would you like, kiddo?” The flavors were endless and the cost was free. Aaron looked down at Michael fondly as Michael gaped at the multitudes of flavors. There was no pressure for him to decide. If Michael couldn’t decide, Aaron was going to buy him a little bit of each, just so he’d be more informed for next time. There were flavors Aaron still had never tasted. He wanted to give Michael every opportunity though.
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