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A week has passed since the last time you visited the dream world, and you were depressed during the day and had sleepless nights. It was unsettling to you to know that your deer, your friend and guardian, was dead. You keep thinking that it was your fault they died. You didn't protect them when they needed it most.
They protected you. You begin to wonder if you die in the dream world, would you have died in this world too? You remember the time you met your deer on the beach, and upon your return here, you could smell the saltwater on your clothes.
"It had to have been real.", you come to the conclusion, but your thoughts sink, remembering that each time you went, you met your deer. You lay back in your chair, thinking about it all. Closing your eyes, you envision your deer in your mind, looking back at you, smiling, telling you that everything will be alright.
"Don't worry.", you hear them say.
You open your eyes, and are surprised to see yourself and your chair sitting on some old ruins. Much of the foundation of the building you were in had fallen down long ago, though you notice that the shape of the walls seem to resemble your own home. You stand and look around - there are other ruins on hills that roll, but they all seemed smaller compared to the one you were standing in now.
You notice something else, too. Upon one of the hills was a different structure, an interesting pavilion with pillars that rose up much like those found in Greece or Italy. The pavilion was much different than the ruins of the houses, and in fact it seemed to be in the best shape compared to the others. Curiously, you make your trek toward it.
It takes a few minutes to get to it, but you finally step inside.
