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What sort of dreams?

About my father. It's as if he was trying to reach out to me but it was just too much...

I suppose I don't count.

. . . is it better or worse now that I'm not in his body?

...Better. It isn't as torturous when I don't have to see his face and be reminded of everything I lost.

Good, I'm glad.

I'm sorry about what happened to him. It seemed necessary at the time.

I don't know what you're playing at.

I'm trying to be nice. I'm just no good at it.

It's very strange.

Is it? I'll have to do something about that . . .

Like?

Not sure, what do you suggest?

[Whilst she's still getting used to there being another Nyssa she's approaches her kindly, attempting to be a listener as usual.] Oh... are they disturbing you?

...Are they about father? Or... Traken?

Not at first, but they've started to.

They're...about everything, really. There's no logic behind the dream - no story.

It's like all of the channels are being taken up at once and I'm being overloaded.

I see. It sounds like it might be connected to our mild empathic natures, like what happened to us on Deva Loka.

So there's no consistency? [Feeling moved she moves to comfort her other self but stops, recalling the incident with the two Brigadiers and what the Doctor said about the Blinovitch Limitation Effect.] I'm sorry, I wish I knew what could help you. I... could try and find the Doctor for you. My Doctor I mean. I'm sure he'd understand.

The dream is always the same, but it never makes any sense.

I'm not sure if there's anything the Doctor can do about dreams.