Dispatches

Dispatches, Part Eight; Or: Deja Vu (Will You Be The Dream That Might Come True?)

Pleasant dreamers– My eyes sting. My hands are buzzing. My brain hurts because it insists upon thinking, and I’ve got the nagging sensation that I have no mouth, yet I must scream. I’m still not out of the Pandora’s temple ballpark, and once again I’m getting a naggingly familiar feeling. There’s something I’ve felt before, someplace I’ve already been, an occurance which has happened once in the past and repeated itself two-fold this afternoon. There’s a name for this event, this phenomenon, a title I recall being used in songs, cinema and even other video games. Seeming to remember something, I know, just know it isn’t just my imagination….Wait a minute! I know what it is!

WOULD YOU LIKE TO SWITCH TO EASY MODE?

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