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Natalia stared at him for a moment wondering why he never got used to it. It opened a multitude of questions in her mind and maybe it was because they were in a dreamworld or maybe because she felt more comfortable in his presence but Natalia actually asked him her question, "Why? Do you mix it up yourself? I mean do you yourself mix up reality with all of this," she gestured towards their surrounding.

As she awaited his response, Natalia took a tentatvie step forward and heard the crunch of grass beneath her boots. Even the sounds were real enough. She took a moment to think back to her own dreams and nightmares. Did she remember the sounds? No. She was more of a visual person. She remembered the images of dreams and nightmares more than sounds.

At his next comment, Natalia could not resist another question slipping her mouth, "Meaning if we spend hours here, it's what? Minutes back in reality? Or does no time pass at all?"

As she slowly strolled the field, she came across a patch of white daffodils. Curious, Natalia plucked one of it and touched it's petal. It was smooth and supple. Once again, she had to remind herself all this was not real. Lifting it up to her face, she smelled it and was surprised to find it actually smelt sweet. Turning around to Nightmare, unable to stop herself, she asked her third question, do you do all of this or are some of it pulled out of your victim's," coughing she tried to find a better word, "I mean the...person's," she could slap herself right now for the idiotic choices of word, "the person's memories. Because it seems like a lot to do. The sight, smell, sound, touch..." she trailed off as she wondered if he coud manipulate taste here as well.