[It's fine, it's fine, the temptation to slap Solomon into wakefulness leaves him the moment he hears his name rush past Solomon's lips. Whew. Thank god.
Relief, however, turns out to be a temporary feeling. Something settles in its place, a sort of discontent, or maybe it's anger. An emotion too hard to place when the situation demands he ignore it.]
Like hell you are. What was that about? That... dream?
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Relief, however, turns out to be a temporary feeling. Something settles in its place, a sort of discontent, or maybe it's anger. An emotion too hard to place when the situation demands he ignore it.]
Like hell you are. What was that about? That... dream?