Staring at the wall, I can see shapes. They seem alive. Are they trying to communicate with me? Should I try to communicate with them? I'll reach out with my mind. They are moving. Does it mean something? That one is turning a deep blue, like staring into the depths of the ocean. Maybe it is angry. Did I make it angry? It's coming away from the wall towards me now. I can't seem to move. It is surrounding me. Now the other shapes are here, each a different color. Red moves in front of my face, taking on a ghostly form. I can see a face forming, eyes and a mouth. The mouth splits open, showing darkness inside. "Who are you?" I say. "Who are you?" Red echos back. Blue still surrounds us. How did I get here? Is this some kind of dream? Just then, Purple takes shape to my right and pushes up against me. It seems like they are real. "Who are you?" Red says again. "John" I say. "John" says Red. A mouth opens up
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