He couldn't remember exactly what he'd dreamed about- if it even had been a dream. Everything he could place in his mind was blurry, in pieces, time jumping back and forth as events took place. But it was where it should be. He was still overwhelmed and cold and wet, but anything else had been washed away.
Shinji slowly opened his eyes.
A strange ceiling.
Was he in his world, or... in the building? He remembered the curse and the surreal knowledge that he had actually been someone else... and it was something he couldn't bring himself to wrap his head around. He'd had a different person inside his body and now he was gone. Shinji Ikari, the pitiful little pathetic Unit 01 pilot had returned.
He felt relieved, though. It was much like he'd finally had a long night's sleep after what seemed to be an exhausting lifetime of constant perfection and normalcy.
And he could finally assimilate everything that other 'colored' people had told him, now. Their words made complete sense and all it took for him to remember was a panic attack and a black out.
Not to mention-
He muttered, as he heard some movement and an all-too familiar voice muttering complaints.