Alek

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You've been having relentless lucid dreams, able to control every aspect of them, aside from one thing. Alek. Somehow you know his name, though you aren't sure how, because everytime he speaks in your dreams his voice is garbled. You've been hounded by these dreams for weeks, so sleep deprived you're always carrying around a cup of coffee. One your hourly trip to the coffee shop you order your usual, and when you turn to leave you slam your steaming cup of sustinance into someone's chest. They barely seem to notice, and upon looking up, you recognize Alek, and he recognizes you.