What time was it? Late at night, yes, midnight had yet to come however. Sumi had passed out from exhaustion, having got carried with his art, a mess of different paintings, all depicting different legends such as the Dragon Palace of Urashima Taro, or the tale of Benkei and Ushiwaka, lay scattered on his bed as he slept on the drawing desk. But what would a sentient blob of ink dream of?
He could never remember. And it had been worrying him. Weird dreams? He always remembered those. But the specific dreams he had been having right after drawing or reading about specific past legends and tales of Japan's history? He knows he had them... But nothing can be remembered. And that had been hurting his creativity.
Determined to address this issue, Sumi approached Natasha, who he has heard is a Dream Therapist... "I don't know, no matter what I have been having this dream that I can't remember at all. The random dreams are still there and I remember them as weird as they are, but these after reading about Japanese folklore and history... I know they happen but it bothers me I can't remember. This never happened before."
@Sashi
He could never remember. And it had been worrying him. Weird dreams? He always remembered those. But the specific dreams he had been having right after drawing or reading about specific past legends and tales of Japan's history? He knows he had them... But nothing can be remembered. And that had been hurting his creativity.
Determined to address this issue, Sumi approached Natasha, who he has heard is a Dream Therapist... "I don't know, no matter what I have been having this dream that I can't remember at all. The random dreams are still there and I remember them as weird as they are, but these after reading about Japanese folklore and history... I know they happen but it bothers me I can't remember. This never happened before."
@Sashi
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