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Twilight Butterfly
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>Why is it your old house, not Carter’s?
>Remember [...] Whatever is here is a metaphor for your house, but not your house [...] What this place is might be broken, or damaged.
Riiight. Nothing is as it seems here. Maybe it’s more than a memory of simpler times. There’s a reason why it was plucked from my mind and showcased. As I ponder my way up the stairs, I give Carter a quizzical look.
Marlene: So, tell me. How come the dream is centered on me? Where’s your house? Where’s your cryptic metaphor?
Carter: If I knew, I’d answer ya.
Marlene: Thought as much...
Carter: Well--it could pop up. It could manifest as... an adult section at a blockbuster or a McDonalds ball pit.
Marlene: I suppose I’ve had my fair share of traumatic moments in a ballpit.
>Bedroom, probably, since it's likely to be the most concrete place.
>Check bedroom [...] briefly talk to Carter about the story you’ve been reading on your way.
The stairs spiral up. I’m doing my best to remember anything shocking in my life. My household was as pleasant as any can be--so no traumatic spankings or belts. I keep the conversation going.
Marlene: I’ve been reading a story lately.
Marlene: It’s about a boy who experiences many parallels of his life. The things he could’ve accomplished and the lives he ruined for himself.
Marlene: And he’s sometimes in the middle with nothing ever happening in his mundane life. Like a limbo. And everyone moves on without him.
Marlene: He tries to deal with it; knowledge from one life can help another life.
Marlene: But sometimes he feels hopeless with too much on his mind.
Carter: Sounds daunting. What do you think of it? Any good?
Marlene: It’s good. There’s something about the main character I can relate to--somehow. Maybe I’ve thought about the choices I’ve made and whether there’s a Marlene better or worse off.
Marlene: Little bits of stuff like that. Perhaps you’ve thought of a better path--and the possible chance that it could be real, all happening simultaneously.
Food for thought.
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