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"When I consider this carefully, I find not a single property which with certainty separates the waking state from the dream. How can you be certain that your whole life is not a dream?” --- Rene Descartes

Tuesday, June 5th
The ballroom

"She's so big now, you would not believe she was only three." I laugh as we waltz about the dance floor with a fluid grace that only he and I had together. "Oh, I visit her every now and again." Lucien assures me with his easy smile as he turns me. "You certainly have your hands full." I cannot help but laugh. "She turned the house purple, purple! Do you believe it?" "She's your daughter, I would believe anything."

The music ends and we stop to bow and curtsy to one another before applauding the band. "Shall I get us some wine my dear, before that husband of your wakes you up and steals you away?" I smirk at him and swat his arm. "Stop it. He's perfectly nice and you know it. But yes, please." I kiss his cheek and he gives me a wink before head off to find the refreshments.

With a happy sigh, I gather up my skirts and wonder where Kent got to and why on earth he would wake me up when---

Oh.

Look around and the head of long, blonde hair has disappeared. Like it always does once I realize I am dreaming. Where else would I see Lucien but in my dreams? Lucien is now just a memory, a very good one, that I can apparently make walk and talk. At least my subconscious can. Although sometimes I wonder if he's more than just a ghost in my head...

Enough speculation, for now at any rate. There are other's that are still here, that are not just memories. Those I can walk, talk and dance with, and it's more than just a memory of a friend.

"Damien?" I call out, finding a place to sit and wait as the band strikes up again. "Are you busy?" After all, what's the good of being all dressed up with no one to dance with?

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Wanda looks impressed with my wings and I make a mental note to fly in next visit. She sounds a bit doubtful about the flying and after a moment she laughs and puts her arms around my neck.

My idea had been for both of us to fly each with our own set of wings but if Wanda wants me to carry her I will not complain. "Of course." I promise as I scoop her up into my arms. "I would never do that to you."

Head out to the balcony where there is now a lovely high range of mountains. with a nice set of thermals so we can climb and drift with a spectacular view. Drop gently off the balcony and then we can get some air and climb. As I turn us in a wide circle round the mountain, I can hear Messenger's whistle get closer and even see the sun glint off their shiny metal skin. Guess we only get enough time for one turn round the mountain and then I'll have to go.

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I manage not to 'squeak' when we drop off the balcony. Or scream. My eyes might be shut though. Tightly, at least for the first few minutes. When my heart stops thundering in my ears and I realize we are going up and not plummeting to our doom, I pry my eyes open.

"Oh my god, it's beautiful (http://nature.desktopnexus.com/wallpaper/60697/)..." I breathe out, and then I lose the ability to speak for quite some time. I get lost in the air and the colors and we're flying!

But a funny sound keeps breaking into my amazement, and it's finally distracting enough that I scan the landscape looking for it.

"Damien... is that a train?" I ask, watching a line of silver make it's way rapidly up the mountain.

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Can feel Wanda's fingers digging into my skin as we leave the balcony and I think her eyes might be closed. My wings catch the air and we rise and then her reaction to the experience and the sight of the landscape beneath is everything I could have wished. And the feel of her, resting in my arms while taking it all in makes me feel happier than I have been in a long time.

Damien... is that a train? She asks and I am reminded how short this (and any time) of happiness is. Look down at Messenger's progress up the winding trail. Soon enough they'll probably be reaching the mountaintop and will be expecting me to meet them there.

"Yes," I sigh, "Unfortunately. Which means that I shall have to leave shortly. But not until I have got you safely to the top of the mountain."

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"Yes, Unfortunately. Which means that I shall have to leave shortly. But not until I have got you safely to the top of the mountain."

It seems our limited time together is drawing to a close. Damien slowly circles downward, and when we land it is at a small train station (http://www.flickr.com/photos/cemeteryrodeo/2048255945/). A silver train awaits us, rumbling in an insistent manor on the tracks, steam billowing around us. Damien gives me a lingering hug, then is off with the train.

And here I am, sitting on a bench in a empty train station, on top of a mountain. Well, since I am dreaming...

Whistle loudly and call out in a sing-song voice for Cerebus. I am sure we can find a stick around here somewhere to play fetch with until it's time to wake up.