I thought when I came home that the dreams would pick up where they left off. I have to admit I was... looking forward to that. I wanted to see more of... everyone. More of him, too, if I'm honest.
But they're starting out from the beginning again, like a marathon of episodes before a new tv season. My mother's death, standing on the bridge and hearing the news that The Calm had come. My father... a high summoner, but I would only ever see his face again as a statue. I felt, and I think I still feel, like I wasn't allowed to be sad. His death brought about ten years of peace, ten years I got to enjoy. To grow up without Sin constantly attacking, to get the time to learn how to summon, myself. He wanted that for me more than anything.
The more I dream the more things I notice about that world. It's... interesting, at least.