His backpack had a lot of things. The Hermit had thrown shells and starfish into it. A nice round shell sounded perfect now. It would be much bigger here, inside his dream--their shared nightmares. But how would he find it and bring it here? Control. He had to pay attention to his body. Change your dreams. Where was his body now, really? It took a certain awareness, he knew, to be able to tell while he slept. He had done it before. Focus. Think. You are asleep. Change your dreams. Realize that. Feel where your body is, what's around it. A spark of awareness popped into his head. He grabbed onto it. His hands were empty, but something clung onto his back. It was his backpack, he was sure. Could he open it in his sleep? Was it possible? With immense effort, Erec shoved himself forward and the backpack slid off his arms. The floor felt hard. The beach before him flickered, and then came back. He was lying on the sand, moaning. People were gathering around him. "Are you okay?" Forget this picture.
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