Chapter 5 Dream of the same thing

She attempted to deflect. "Um... That's one thing I keep remembering," Lynne spoke hesitantly in her audible voice.

Oliver looked over in astonishment. Lynne always sounded more relaxed about what she wanted to say. If there were something the girl tried to say, she would bluntly say it without hesitation and restraint.

The twins stopped right at the wooden fence of their aunt's house. Oliver, walking a step ahead of Lynne, turned to look at Lynne questioningly. "What?" said Oliver in a low-voiced question.

Raising her eyes that had been downcast, Lynne stared intently at the eyes that were different from hers. Lynne had always kept an unanswered confusion when she saw Oliver. Oliver was her brother, and they were twins. They shared the same blood, undeniable, but Oliver's eyes were nothing like hers. Even though Auntie said, Lynne had the same eyes as her mother, why not Oliver?

Another possibility Lynne tried to think of was that it was possible. Oliver could have inherited the gene from his father. But her aunt also said that her father's pupils were brown. Not golden like Oliver's, there needed to be more clarity for Lynne. Although the medical explanation was that such things could happen. Physical characteristics can be inherited, but they can also be different because of hormones that make them look different. That kind of thing can happen,

"Some time ago, I started dreaming the same thing, a dream I had memorised the plot. In the dream, I was always in the middle of the forest with some people. Running from something, someone asked me to run while saying they were coming to get me. I saw him covered in blood, and the dream just stopped there," Lynne explained her dream in the most panicked way possible.

Oliver sighed; he was freaking out for no reason just because Lynne seemed a little serious talking about it. "Argh-" he sighed, feeling weak. "I don't know what you're talking about. My heart's just about out of place because your face looks so serious."

Oliver half knelt, and his energy seemed to be drained from his place because of the tension Lynne was giving him. Then he got up with a few sharp glances at Lynne while walking ahead of her. Listening to Lynne made him a little annoyed. Oliver could be overly worried about Lynne because of his fixation on Lynne's existence as the only blood sister he had. As a result, Oliver tends to be more sensitive if something happens or Lynne undergoes the slightest change.

"But this is serious, you know! How can the same dream keep happening if it's not meaningless?" Lynne said as she caught up with Oliver, who left her.

"It could be. It's because your subconscious might want the same thing to keep happening," said Oliver glancing at her. By this time, he had managed to control the pounding in his heart, which had weakened thanks to Lynne.

If the dream was beautiful, she might want it, but this was the opposite.

"I don't want it. That dream is too horrible to keep repeating. And why would I want to repeat it to see someone covered in blood?" Lynne asked back reasonably.

It wasn't like she was thinking about something until she dreamt it, nor was it like it was such a good dream for her that she sent a signal to her subconscious to look up the dream on her dream list and keep repeating it. Someone was covered in blood, running around in a panic, enveloped in a tense atmosphere. It was a surreal feeling that Lynne could feel even when awake. The panic, fear, anxiety, and worry as she ran carried over into the real world. Then how could Lynne think it was just a dream? She even experienced something more extensive than fear.

Oliver opened the door and held it until Lynne entered. "That someone," he looks at her. "Maybe he's the one you want to see."

Lynne was silent. She had never thought of that before. Who was with her at that time? She couldn't see either. There was nothing she remembered other than about herself. But every time she woke up, her feelings became chaotic. She didn't feel comfortable until finally, tears fell from her eyes because she felt a pain that she couldn't explain where it was.

Oliver looked at her in confusion. Lynne, stunned and silent behind the door he opened for her, brought Oliver's worry back to Lynne. "Lynn, come on, a dream is just a dream. What else can it be?" said Oliver, who didn't understand where the discussion came from.

Since returning from school, Lynne had been talking nonsense that was hard for Oliver to digest. First, her memory was troubled, and now his subconscious was bothered. And suddenly, she was thinking about it as if the dream was about his life.

Ignoring Oliver's words, Lynne turned towards him, looking at him with widened blue eyes. "That guy... I don't remember him."

Oliver was annoyed by the way she was staring. He hated worrying about what Lynne was thinking. It could all be unnecessary. Why waste your time reviewing things that don't make sense? Doing so was just tiring and useless.

But apparently, Lynne wanted to continue the story.

"You know, I felt something familiar in that dream, something that made me feel real. Then when I woke up, that feeling carried over, and I even cried afterwards. A normal dream wouldn't be like that. If it were just a normal dream when I woke up, I wouldn't feel the feelings of what happened in the dream, and parts of the dream weren't things I could remember clearly, either. But this is the opposite-"

"You said you don't remember who they are. That's part of the law of dreams! No matter how hard you try, you don't remember the person's appearance when you wake up. That's what dreams are like," Oliver interrupted.

Lynne followed Oliver, who started to leave her again; it seemed that Oliver was getting reluctant because Lynne was thinking unnecessary things. But Lynne is not if she stops explaining before making people believe her. "Yes, you're right!" She exclaimed in agreement. "But Oliver, when I wake up, my body is always in pain. I get a fever one night, and it's gone the next day. You know that birthmark on my back?" her hand pulled up her collar, revealing her back and the birthmark he was referring to. "The crescent shape on my back feels hot, like it's on fire. Would you still call it a dream if it came to that?"

Oliver stopped his steps. He slowly turned around. Some words did not escape his ears and made him freeze in place and rethink what Lynne had said.