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Fragment 1: <PERSON> I am a <PERSON> visiting from another reality. <PERSON> starts calling me 'the true Brazilian' so that he will not confuse me with his <PERSON>. I laugh and say to another DC "Hey, did you hear what he called me?" "I do not get why you are so amused." They reply. "I am not even Brazilian." XD There was more to this one but I cannot remember it now. Something about wanting to get married? And watching <PERSON> fly? And speculating that you would describe <PERSON>'s movements as 'athletic' but never as 'graceful'. <PERSON>! and Fake Zombies! Our society is split into factions. As Ryuuji I break into another faction's school at night to post propaganda for my own faction. Initially I believe it is dangerous and that they will not hesitate to kill me. I have pinned up posters at every intersection. A wild tangle of children zombies burst from the hall opening and stare at the propaganda. We rush for the posters and I grab one, then turn and flee. They rage after me, yelling and...laughing? I turn down various halls and then try to go back the way I came before I find the way choked with zombies. I keep trying to be afraid, but I become lucid and think that I am taking this dream way too seriously. After all, they are just children dressed as zombies. They are painted a sickly green and they orange and red streamers tied to their hair and wrists. It is a game. They will not hurt me. I run still but it is incredibly fun. I make it to a glass door leading to a stairwell and I leap down one flight of stairs and when I find the way blocked with 'zombies' I slide down the railing on my belly. There is a lady that looks like an anime version of <PERSON> from Walking Dead who keeps trying to tickle me so I have to let go of the railing. She gets me the first time, and I spot her again in another stairwell, she gives me a sheepish and amused look when I call her out on it and yell that she will not get me this time. We grin at each other. Then I am at <PERSON>'s home, looking down at him. Taiga is supposed to be coming over. He is sitting on the bed, he is wearing brown colored contacts and for some reason I think that is wrong, that his eyes should be green. So my subconscious produces some drama to make it so. His brow furrows slowly and I focus on his eyes, the contacts dissolve, leaving startling green behind. This has stunned him, and looks painful. "<PERSON>!" He cries, his intonation is just like it should be, sort of whiny and high. "<PERSON>! My eye. My eyes are burning!" His face goes stiff and I realize he has passed out before he is finished speaking. He collapses to the side staring sightlessly at the ceiling. I woke up before getting to follow that storyline. I am really curious where it would have gone.