Klaus woke up from the dream, dazed. He was supposed to be knee-deep in his past memories by now. The tea was supposed to send him into a comatose state where he would have to remember part of his past as Fruity.
However, that didn't happen. Instead, he woke up dripping in sweat. The process could take just an hour, a day, or even a week to recover years of memory; however, this time it didn't happen. He woke up just fine.
He turned and looked at Miriam, who was also looking back at him with a worried expression. The state he woke up in did indeed require attention. He was bathed in sweat, soaking the blanket.
"I am fine, Miriam," Klaus said with a reassuring smile.
"Were you having a nightmare?" Miriam asked.
"Something like that," Klaus replied with a small smile. He had encountered his past self in his dreams, which was a form of nightmare. A rather classic form of scaring yourself.
