inbox.

[nightmarist]

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[leatherboots]

And I suppose that means you can see everything in my mind, even if it lies beyond the edges of the dream?

[nightmarist]

I can, yeah.

[leatherboots]

And what if there are things I want to keep hidden? Things that I am not inclined to share with anyone else?

[nightmarist]

Do I strike you as a gossip?

[leatherboots]

How should I know? You're not very knowable, which I'm sure you'll be happy to hear.

Simple gossip isn't a concern of mine. If it was then I wouldn't be the man I am. What lies in my head would be beyond gossip.

[nightmarist]

I guarantee you're not that interesting. But if your secrets are worth more than what I can give you, then keep them.

[leatherboots]

So there's no way of hiding them, no way at all? You'd know everything, immediately?

[nightmarist]

Yes.

[leatherboots]

Well.

[ Fuck. ]

Let me think on this. There will come a time when the whole world will know my secrets anyway. The cat will be out of the bag, as they say, and I am quite sure I will be in need of a good dream by then.

How long does this offer stand?

[nightmarist]

Indefinitely.

[leatherboots]

Very well. Leave this with me. I shall be in touch again, I'm sure.

[nightmarist]

As you wish.