Re: Dream: Janus/Atticus
There was nothing. The dream was void, devoid, nothing. That was potentially telling, but Atticus wasn't doing it deliberately. If he thought it would discomfort Janus, then he would only have blank dreams for Janus to visit in future. No. This was nothing, but it was a natural nothing. Atticus' mind had called up blank as a defense mechanism his entire life, and now he did it by rote.
"The way history tells it, Pearl Harbor, that war, had backing. Japan bombed us, and we retaliated. Wasn't the case in Vietnam. Unpopular war. Not fair to the boys forced to fight it, but that's how the books tell it." His tone was noncommittal. Atticus wasn't a fan of strategy. "Have some letters from the war," he added, his wan expression brightening to the wattage of a very dim bulb. "Heartbreaking." He cleared his throat. He coughed. It was an action from the waking world, the coughing, but it carried over and wracked Atticus' shoulders violently. "What did you mean?" Getting into his head.
Once the coughing stopped, after recurring a few more times, Atticus shook his head. "No. Meant at Halloween." Motioned to Janus. Palm turned up and moving upward, downward.
When Janus changed, Atticus scoffed. "God, not that. Get back here." How he'd been. "Got a smoke?" Atticus wasn't consciously aware of the fact that he was asleep, although he was aware of it entire on some level. Still, didn't think he could dream himself a cigarette.