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Is that what you call it?

Don't be jealous.

[He's not even sure who he's supposed to be jealous of in this scenario, and responding at all is a trap, so—]

Shut up, Murphy.

[ Murphy will take this as a win, anyway! He smirks triumphantly and finishes off the rest of his stirfry in a few rapid shovels, then turns to start cleaning up the mess he made while cooking. ]

[What an asshole. Bellamy finishes up his portion and then quietly starts to help Murphy tidy up. After a moment or so of silence, he speaks up again.]

Have you had any of those dreams yet?

[ More unsettling psychic shit! ]

How would I even be able to tell?

[Bellamy shrugs. Who knows! The psychic shit throws him off, too.]

Guess you can just tell. You can control what happens.

You haven't had one?

Not yet.

[And judging from his tone, he's not looking forward to it.]

Is there a way to just... not... have them? Ever?

[ Murphy's dreams are bad enough as they are. He doesn't need them getting any more immersive. ]

[His lips quirk up at that, and he lets out a huff that's almost a laugh.]

We're never that lucky.

[ Honestly. Why would anything be easy. ]

What's everybody else say about them? No one ever gives me a straight answer about this stuff.

It's not always intentional, but once it starts, you can control what happens. Change the dream as it goes. You can kick someone out if you want, too.

But other people can just show up and... can they control it, too?

I think it depends. There's a difference between you showing up in my dream and us sharing one.

[That's his understanding, anyway. He's not sure he'll fully get it until he's experienced it.]