Do you mean like visions, of another place? I don't think those are flowers, Arlene. I've had them too. Once, when I was looking at some new flowers we got from Europe, but once when I was in the Retrospec offices. No flowers around.
Look, I had my face in them when it happened. Wouldn't you ask the same thing?
A man in a black coat, and there were all these rose petals flying around him. He had a hood up and I couldn't see his face but I'm *sure* I know him from somewhere.
It is reasonable, but I don't think they're related. My own vision had to do with the very flowers I was looking at.
It felt too real, like it was a memory you'd forgotten, didn't it? So close that you could swear you knew it, but you had never seen it before in your life?
(There is nothing wrong with a scooter. It is a cheap way to get around, you know. More money for the things you want.)
I understand how you feel a little. Remembering the Alps, remembering some old man I've never seen in my life, visiting Corsica. It was so surreal, no matter how mild. And it felt like there were holes in each vision.
[They both were, a little. And they weren't the only ones.]
Part of me wants to know, but most of me just wants it to go back to normal, for this to be some trick. It is extremely disruptive and confusing after all. Why now? Why us?
I cannot believe that they are not involved. Too many coincidences, too few other possibilities. Only people with this seem to have these experiences.
I admit that sometimes I want to be special, to be important. Like those fanciful dreams of being president, or someone famous. I do not know that I like this sort of being chosen. I do not know what it is I'm seeing. The holes worry me more than what I've seen.
[That, and most of those things she'd seen were normal. Of course the holes worried her more.]
Yes, it would, but the phrase "Be careful what you wish for" comes to mind, does it not? I am concerned what the answer might be, because some possibilities are probably much worse than others.
And if it just stops, we will forget eventually. Sometimes the simplest solution is best. I have a life, and if I am going mad, many things may come crashing down because of it. I do not wish that, and it is hard not to think something is wrong with me right now.
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Oh? I thought you had. What was your question?
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IDK if he even got them from your shop or not but... has anything weird been happening with the flowers over there? Like
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People having strange reactions.
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[Her flashes of memories came to mind, but she didn't want to say that unless Arlene mentioned something similar.]
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[chloe did you put LSD in the flowers]
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What did you see, if I may ask?
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A man in a black coat, and there were all these rose petals flying around him. He had a hood up and I couldn't see his face but I'm *sure* I know him from somewhere.
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It felt too real, like it was a memory you'd forgotten, didn't it? So close that you could swear you knew it, but you had never seen it before in your life?
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(god I dated a guy who drives a freaking scooter and I would do it again?? wtf @me, I'm getting soft)
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I understand how you feel a little. Remembering the Alps, remembering some old man I've never seen in my life, visiting Corsica. It was so surreal, no matter how mild. And it felt like there were holes in each vision.
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I'm scared I'm going crazy but[Nah. Even if everybody on this sketchy-ass app can relate, she's not ready to admit she's not so tough.]
I want to know more. See how it all fits together.
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Part of me wants to know, but most of me just wants it to go back to normal, for this to be some trick. It is extremely disruptive and confusing after all. Why now? Why us?
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Maybe we really were chosen for something.
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I admit that sometimes I want to be special, to be important. Like those fanciful dreams of being president, or someone famous. I do not know that I like this sort of being chosen. I do not know what it is I'm seeing. The holes worry me more than what I've seen.
[That, and most of those things she'd seen were normal. Of course the holes worried her more.]
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And if it just stops, we will forget eventually. Sometimes the simplest solution is best. I have a life, and if I am going mad, many things may come crashing down because of it. I do not wish that, and it is hard not to think something is wrong with me right now.
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I'm not going crazy so neither are you.
Anyway I'll get back to you about maybe getting flowers later.
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But, feel free to get back to me about those flowers. I'll get you something nice.
[Yeah, definitely too real for her too right now, which was the problem. for the most part. But, hopefully, next time would be more pleasant.]