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I dreamt that, while still terrible to those unaccustomed, death was a transference of life. With the proper will, one could send another to a different world or life via death of the body. While common, there are bodies who haven't the fortitude to handle such a tragedy. An individual stabs two dear friends, willing them on to their next venture as a trio, but the will of the stabber was not strong enough to carry themselves to their compatriots. They spend much time wandering the bizarre architecture of the building they last came to, consoled passively and coldly by the "uncle" who lives there and understands the situation. The first must find the will to send them on their way, but must first convince the body that everything is truly fine and that those friends will be seen again. Meanwhile, the body is trying desperately to grieve, to give in to emotion and make the soul understand just how devastating their methods had been. Much of the time spent before this recent transference is spent in joy and bliss, exploring this world and loving one another's company.

I dreamt of a rescue mission for a very important individual. The mission itself was incredibly perilous, and lead into the heart of the world. Upon rescue, the group (or what remains) are white screened near a small rundown shack atop a derelict hill looking over a desolate region. There are other people here, but not many, and none old. A sudden final wave of enemies, more terrifying than before but petering out near the end, and the final remaining members wake amongst the rubble of the same shack. They see the person they went to rescue, demure and regretful, point towards a massive creature not far in the distance before a wave of energy emanates and disintegrated the final original beings of this planet. Those that were helped and kept safe amongst the dream of the individual, who sent these enemies in order to stop this mission and keep everyone alive within this dream.