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"Yesterday I dreamt again that the stars were falling...and that I could trace a pathway between galaxies with my hands."
"And did you tell your students this?"
"No, no, no. What would my students want with dreams?"
"But did you tell anyone about it?" The conversation moved in low tones, running through the aisles of books, and now collided with the walls of the wide Garnet office. Inside, they were lined with book cases, not a shape or piece out of place. Josef sat down.
"What would they want with it?
When I woke up there were bars on my windows and inside my brain, and there were angels of different colours, and each angel spoke in short sharp screams and said twelve and a half things at once. I remembered studying experimental chemistry when I was 9 years old, when we made flames and watched liquid evaporate. It came down the glass walls in streams of blue and green- it was beautiful. I remember looking for minnows in streams in Kentucky,-field biology; I was 5- and the Europa landing...not the landing itself but my parents' conversation during the broadcast. I was barely six months old- I don't know how I could have remembered that."
Professor Garnet spoke a little slowly.
"My whole past is being recounted to me in the clear morning by angels. They say "Io, io, sono', sono', it means so much to know, know..." and then they start to siphon my earlier life to me through holes in the air. They say other things too, like "you lived, you lived." It doesn't mean anything now, but when they're here I know exactly what they mean." The Professor said.
"You should tell someone."
"...I could not tell people."
"Do not be ashamed."
"I am finding myself in vivid, delusional states for what must be several hours each day now.