[It's better than being home with the guy who can grow his eyeballs back.]
Because everyone has something to define. But I'm not one to talk, I was made because no dream should last forever. I think I got tired of it after a while, fishbowl analogy.
[That's creepy, Cori. He lives with a little girl.]
It's a long and deeply personal story, but to make it short, there was a boy named Sanjog who could...walk through other people's dreams while he was sleeping. He came to mine to show me the answers to questions I didn't consciously know I had. Rather, he told me that I called him to me in my sleep.
[What's creepy is that Mohinder lives with a little girl, gosh.]
I'm not surprised, those types show up now and then. But that's not what I do at all.
[Here it comes, the Dark Mirror speech.]
"Imagine that you woke in the night and rose, and seemed to see before you another person, whom slowly you perceived to be yourself. Someone had entered in the night and placed a mirror in your sleeping place, made from a black metal. You had been frightened only of your reflection. But then the reflection slowly raised one hand while your own stayed still. A dark mirror. That was always the intention, but the gulf between conception and execution is wide, and many things can happen on the way."
[She is his legal ward, okay. He used his healing blood on her. Don't judge.]
I don't know if I understand...what that means. We're talking about dreams, aren't we? Or nightmares? What is it, that you exist to tell us about ourselves, or what?
[So he starts on that last drink, because obviously that's going to help him understand your quote, Cori.]
Hey I'm just the thing born out of that fucking speech. Sometimes I think I sprung from a swelling ego. But that's supposed to be my purpose, my function.
Then you can ask yourself how the hell am I doing that when I'm sitting here getting wasted with you.
[He can tell he's going to be blissfully unaware of things like money soon, so he makes sure to slap a hefty chunk of change down on the counter because he likes Blue. You're definitely going to have to check his wallet and drag his ass home, Cori. He's just going to sleep on your counters for a little while soon and drool a lot.]
Well, you're certainly making me talk more than I should want to to someone like you about myself. Maybe you're doing part of your function, I don't know.
[He's growing slurred now, and his accent's getting thick. Whups.]
I met someone like that once, the thing in your speech. Mister Sylar. At first I thought he was like me, even if he was a little... well, I thought he thought like me. We were going to do great things together, it was Destiny. But there was something off about him and it got worse over time. He's a nightmare man, a monster. A parasite.
[Sylar could possibly put even Matter Eater Lad's table manners to shame. He's counting the money too, taking only what's charged and of course a decent sized tip, ahem.]
Are you kidding me? I haven't even gotten started with you yet.
[Ominous comment is ominous? But Cori has no intentions beyond stuffing that wallet back where it belongs and dragging him to his legal ward.]
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Date: 2008-10-12 10:59 am (UTC)Because everyone has something to define. But I'm not one to talk, I was made because no dream should last forever. I think I got tired of it after a while, fishbowl analogy.
[Finishing his glass.]
So, he changed my point of view.
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Date: 2008-10-12 11:02 am (UTC)The second kind? Not that I feel like I could actually appreciate it as well.
He, who? The 'Dream' person Matthew mentioned?
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Date: 2008-10-12 11:19 am (UTC)Yes, Dream of the Endless. Don't invoke his name unless you know how to throw him out of your house. Something tells me you don't.
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Date: 2008-10-12 11:28 am (UTC)I can't even keep a thirteen year old boy out of my dreams-- don't ask --I can't begin to imagine what you mean about invoking and tossing out.
What about you? Can I toss you out?
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Date: 2008-10-12 11:35 am (UTC)A thirteen year old?
[Asked anyway, ahem.]
I come only when I'm invited and I leave when I'm not needed anymore. Sometimes you don't even know I'm there.
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Date: 2008-10-12 11:41 am (UTC)It's a long and deeply personal story, but to make it short, there was a boy named Sanjog who could...walk through other people's dreams while he was sleeping. He came to mine to show me the answers to questions I didn't consciously know I had. Rather, he told me that I called him to me in my sleep.
Bizarre but verifiable. I met him in person once.
Is this what you do?
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Date: 2008-10-12 11:48 am (UTC)I'm not surprised, those types show up now and then. But that's not what I do at all.
[Here it comes, the Dark Mirror speech.]
"Imagine that you woke in the night and rose, and seemed to see before you another person, whom slowly you perceived to be yourself. Someone had entered in the night and placed a mirror in your sleeping place, made from a black metal. You had been frightened only of your reflection. But then the reflection slowly raised one hand while your own stayed still. A dark mirror. That was always the intention, but the gulf between conception and execution is wide, and many things can happen on the way."
Words I'm supposed to live by.
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Date: 2008-10-12 11:50 am (UTC)I don't know if I understand...what that means. We're talking about dreams, aren't we? Or nightmares? What is it, that you exist to tell us about ourselves, or what?
[So he starts on that last drink, because obviously that's going to help him understand your quote, Cori.]
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Date: 2008-10-12 11:55 am (UTC)Then you can ask yourself how the hell am I doing that when I'm sitting here getting wasted with you.
[Drrrrink.]
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Date: 2008-10-12 12:04 pm (UTC)Well, you're certainly making me talk more than I should want to to someone like you about myself. Maybe you're doing part of your function, I don't know.
[He's growing slurred now, and his accent's getting thick. Whups.]
I met someone like that once, the thing in your speech. Mister Sylar. At first I thought he was like me, even if he was a little... well, I thought he thought like me. We were going to do great things together, it was Destiny. But there was something off about him and it got worse over time. He's a nightmare man, a monster. A parasite.
I'll kill him for it one day.
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Date: 2008-10-12 12:12 pm (UTC)Are you kidding me? I haven't even gotten started with you yet.
[Ominous comment is ominous? But Cori has no intentions beyond stuffing that wallet back where it belongs and dragging him to his legal ward.]
Maybe he's just ambitious.
Come on, it sounds like someone needs his bed.