[Then he got swept away in the vision, a world and time and self not his own, with people who weren't his any more than the name turned out to be. But he can't shake the memory of their smiles, their strength and the strange fear that it could be last time he sees them. The him in the dream. It's disorienting, and it takes a moment to send the rest of his message.]
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[Then he got swept away in the vision, a world and time and self not his own, with people who weren't his any more than the name turned out to be. But he can't shake the memory of their smiles, their strength and the strange fear that it could be last time he sees them. The him in the dream. It's disorienting, and it takes a moment to send the rest of his message.]
it doesn't sound like my name at all.