[ By all appearances, Clint is completely comfortable where he is, and even a voice coming from someone standing right over him isn't enough to shake him from his nap. He rolls over instead, head propped up on his folded arm as his expression flickers into a brief frown, obviously confused. His dream shifts, adding in a new figure that he doesn't recognize, but it's so seamless that he won't question it. ]
That's me. Have we met?
[ Dream Clint squints at her curiously, which translates to the expression she can see, but his eyes are still closed. Someone who knows his name, and has found his house, that's never a good sign, but it's not slipping into nightmare territory yet. ]
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That's me. Have we met?
[ Dream Clint squints at her curiously, which translates to the expression she can see, but his eyes are still closed. Someone who knows his name, and has found his house, that's never a good sign, but it's not slipping into nightmare territory yet. ]
And who's Jeremy?