The Final Dream I lay naked on the bed, unwilling to get up. I knew that if I got up, Damien, my dream lover, would be gone for another day, and, let’s be honest, that thought was depressing. My chest ached just below my collarbones on both sides. I could see the two purplish marks now resting on my pale white skin. They were large, sensitive, and each one very distinct. But how are they here? In the real world, when did...