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Jul. 8th, 2009 09:06 amJohn dreamed in flashes. More and more often, the dreams were becoming less coherent, less together. He dreamed of Aeryn, of a baby that shared their features. He dreamed of his friends, of wars to come, of Scorpius and of the destruction of the universe around him.
He dreamed of white, of red, of fire. These dreams were new...ones he'd never experienced before. The room was white, blindingly so, and he felt like he didn't belong here.
You don't came a thought...not in his voice, but not in one that he recognized. It was a voice that held the voices of all of those in the galaxy...every galaxy. Every universe. It was sobering. He searched for the speaker, but saw no one. He was alone.
He was not alone. He could feel that much. Even though he saw no one, he felt the presence of someone around him. "God?" He tried, feeling like an idiot.
Laughter surrounds him, soft, feminine and amused.
"Okay, so that's a no?" John murmured, his voice echoing in the room (is it a room? is it a world? he can't tell, it's vast and small at the same time...his human brain can't wrap around the idea...aeryn would tease him, but he thinks even her alien brain would not be able to understand it either).
It's not time. The thought echoed across his mind, and he winced against the word. Time. Time flies. Rosemary and Time...Time ends.
John snapped awake, inhaling sharply as his eyes opened. He ran a hand over his face, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Huh."
He dreamed of white, of red, of fire. These dreams were new...ones he'd never experienced before. The room was white, blindingly so, and he felt like he didn't belong here.
You don't came a thought...not in his voice, but not in one that he recognized. It was a voice that held the voices of all of those in the galaxy...every galaxy. Every universe. It was sobering. He searched for the speaker, but saw no one. He was alone.
He was not alone. He could feel that much. Even though he saw no one, he felt the presence of someone around him. "God?" He tried, feeling like an idiot.
Laughter surrounds him, soft, feminine and amused.
"Okay, so that's a no?" John murmured, his voice echoing in the room (is it a room? is it a world? he can't tell, it's vast and small at the same time...his human brain can't wrap around the idea...aeryn would tease him, but he thinks even her alien brain would not be able to understand it either).
It's not time. The thought echoed across his mind, and he winced against the word. Time. Time flies. Rosemary and Time...Time ends.
John snapped awake, inhaling sharply as his eyes opened. He ran a hand over his face, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Huh."