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I was inside of Ezio's estate, and I knew the assassin well. He was having a metting of various people inside of his estate, and I gladly invited myself to it - although I didn't really know anything of the tactics they were planning. Instead I found myself heading upstairs with some other girls, though I kind of wish I hadn't. Instantly I found they were Courtesans, and there to keep another assassin occupied.

When he saw me, though, he asked the Courtesans to leave. What ensued was a short conversation, followed shortly by what was - essentially - him asking my permission to have sex with me. I don't know whether I said yes or no, but I probably said no. This didn't stop him from doing "other things."

This part of the dream was kind of blurred, except for the basics. I understood we both took "turns" as a kind of way to explore each other's bodies and see what we liked to do and what it did to the other person. When he started to go for my neck, I readily enjoyed it.

Then I was waking up and getting dressed again - I don't know how far we went in the dream - I paused, because something felt wrong. The assassin was still sleeping in the bed, but it was raining outside. There was a flashlight on the ground, and I picked it up on instinct. Not a moment too soon, either. The lights suddenly turned off with an audible snapping noise, and since we were located on a hillside, I found that half of the city below us had lost power, too.

The television in the room flicked on, and I found myself freezing as fear flooded through me. Voices and whispers originated from the television, and with an audible shout of fear, I found myself sprinting down the staircase and downstairs. I wanted Ezio. He would be able to protect me. I tried to hide inside of a room, but its features were distorting and changing. I threw a hoodie and pants on as fast as I could and then I was sprinting outside, into the pouring rain.

It switched to Ezio's point of view, then, with the assassin feeling a kind of dread. He had remembered hearing me shout, and had gotten up to investigate, only to find me not in his estate at all. He went upstairs, and found nothing. Then double backed and followed the trail leading out to the front door. Getting a Courtesan with him, Ezio got a carriage together and began to investigate the town.

The first stopped turned up empty. As did the second. And the third. With every stop, the assassin got worse and worse, more anxious to find me. . . And eventually, he noticed a tightly-curled little ball of a person underneath a lamplight.

He jumped off of the carriage and sprinted to me, dropping to his knees beside me. He began to touch me, asking me what was wrong, but I was quiet. I felt like I was drugged, like I was another person entirely, and the world just felt wrong.

I woke up before I could tilt my head to look up at him.