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unsubstantiated that he worried he might sink to the bottom if he stood still for too long. Sudden gusts of wind would pick up the white dust and create beautiful ivory twisters that dotted the landscape. It reminded him of the ashes of bones being taken away by the wind. It was something he witnessed as a child, when he watched a distant relative's ashes being released across a shimmering lake. He couldn't even remember who the relative was, but he remembered the scene vividly. The land before him appeared to be an endless expanse of emptiness. There was no light source in the vicinity, yet he could see everything clearly.
    As Owen continued to stare into the vast distance, a foreboding feeling came over him. The darkness of this world filled him with dread. A gust of wind carried some of the loose and white ground into his eyes, burning them greatly. As he rubbed his eyes with his knuckles, he expectedly heard crunching sounds behind him. Knowing they were footsteps, he didn't have to turn around to know who was approaching him. No matter the setting, be it the beaches of south Texas, the mountains of eastern Oklahoma, or even the current unknown wasteland he found himself in, the person was always the same. This person had been haunting his dreams for 15 years.
    He took a shallow breath and turned around slowly to see the usual woman behind him. She was bleeding from the nose, her dirty blonde hair was tangled, her green eyes were glazed over and her mouth was slightly agape. Only in the realm of dreams could a woman like this exist. They locked eyes until he willed himself to break her gaze by looking elsewhere. What more could he do?
    No matter if he was sober or completely inebriated, Owen had a strong ability of having lucid dreams. He was free to control most of his actions, though he did not have absolute power over every aspect of it. Yet, despite what actions he performed within the realm of his dreams, one thing was for certain. The woman's cold and lifeless eyes would never look away from him. If he were to throw a rock into her forehead, she would remain unfazed and unwavering. That was the one haunting constant of his nightmares. Even though he harbored a small amount of fear and apprehension in his dreams, he was glad to see her.
    Owen was 23 years of age when his beloved Patricia died. They met as toddlers, as the two families lived close by and would spend summer nights on a porch drinking domestic beers and watching fireflies while the two kids tried their best to catch them. When they were old enough to talk cognitively, they each learned that they were born on the exact same day, forging a strange and everlasting connection. Growing up, their days were spent throwing rocks in the creek, wrestling, and sword fighting with sticks that looked the part. Unless grounded or away, they spent every single day after school together, regardless of the weather. As the two grew bigger and their bodies matured, their feelings changed. They knew that they were no longer simply friends. There was something more to their relationship. He would always remember asking her out when they were 13. It was by the same creek they played in as kids. He held her hand as he asked. He still remembered how sweaty his palm was. She said yes, with a smile that could make the most heartless man melt. They were meant to be together.
    Get your fucking ass up.
    Owen instantly looked upwards to the red clouded sky. This strange voice was something new. There had been only a dread quiet in this plane. But the sudden voice, which sounded like a female full of angst, echoed over and over again.
    You have got to be fucking kidding me.
    There it was again. Owen scratched the back of his head furiously. Panic started to set in when he strangely felt the world shake. The white chalky ground exploded upwards, to the point where all that was visible was a thick white cloud that stung his eyes and made breathing near impossible. He was almost blind,