Ana had been so used to her dreams she wasn't even phased that he was sitting there drinking blood. Analyse tilted his head as she wondered something that had came up in one of her dreams. "Didn't she forbid that? Drinking from bags or bottles? I thought she said the only way to live is from the vein?" She remembered a discussion Raven and the woman had. It was something she was highly curious about. "Yes like that. It was like she held the strings to your heart, made you her puppet. How could you ever love her?"<br/><br/>Analyse did something that Liz was famous for and wrapped her finger around the end of her ponytail and started swirling it around. It was as if Raven was bring the dream woman out of her. She was started to lose herself, her bubbly usual self to the dream woman she had always wanted to be. Analyse never would fully admit it but her life was her dream life. "I have been seeing her as a child. I have had these dreams for as long as I can remember. But its not like I was looking at them... I dreamed I was her. Well not exactly but it was flickers of me being her."<br/><br/>Analyse tilted her head and said softly "I really look like her? How is that possible? For me she has just always been a dream?" Analyse shook her head as she went blank, and before she could come back to herself she was in Raven's lap straddling it like Liz would. "What do you want from me?"