I just woke up.
I had a dream in The White Room. It’s been a very long time since I saw the inside of that place, and it was very refreshing to see it again.
The round table was bare, no sword, no book, and no weird religious symbol. I came to in the dream sitting at one of the small chairs at the table, and seated with me were two other people.
Across the table and to my right side was Gavin, and he was all smiles. I can’t know for sure, but he looked really… pleased.
Across the table and to my right was Gilbert, and his smile was twice as mischievous, and three times as wide.
The two men, one old, one young sat there looking at me for some time, waiting for me to say something. I don’t know why I didn’t say anything, but I just sat there, sort of in awe of what was going on. My two guys, back and in The White Room.
I woke up after Gilbert said a single sentence to me. It was all I had to hear to be honest.
He reached across the table and rested one of his hands on mine, and gave it a squeeze. It felt good. Familiar, affectionate, and strong.
He smiled at me once more, and then looked to Gavin and back. He gave me a wink, and then he spoke.
“Adrian, we’re behind enemy lines now.”
I woke up almost immediately in my bedroom with Mallory next to me. I smiled, and said this loud enough to wake her up.
It’s on like Donkey Kong.