Another dream... Raphael wasn't even sure whatever it's stress or the drugs, or both. But he was never able to dream lucidly, and for him to get those dreams now. It did not make any sense. Either way, he was rather intrigued, especially with the other people standing before him. They looked real, but then again, so did everything else. [b]"So, you're a part of my dream too? Care to introduce yourselves. Heck, I should know who you are, I am the one dreaming after all."[/b] His musings were only met with a confused look. [b]"Look, whatever. This is my dream, and if she can jump that high, so can I. If you have any sort of purpose in the dream, I will find you again anyway."[/b] By now, Raphael has started to enjoy those dreams. They were nothing like his drug induced trips in the past, which were quite surreal to begin with. This was fun, and his mind wasn't all cloudy. Of course, nothing made any sense, but it's just a dream, right? So he decided to just enjoy himself. Who knows, maybe this will include the quality of his sleep. And boy will he need all the energy he has in the upcoming tour in a week.

And so, he took a few steps back and started running towards the wall, jumping with all his strength, launching himself over the wall. At that moment of flight, Raphael considered taking up sky diving. On the other side of the wall however, was....