A summer night of really intense dreams

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Seattle_Dave

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Over the last several days, the dreams of you and your houses have been getting more and more intense. Vivid in the extreme. Either good or bad, they are just plain *intense*. Almost to the point of not being restful. People wake up screaming in fear, pain, ecstacy, etc. no specific dream, just regular dreams intensified 1000 fold
 
No? I can?t do that. I?m not doing it. Bathlaz isn?t here. I told you this promise was broken. I?ll touch the world like she told me. Nothing is worth this. I?ll make sure payment is made a hundred fold.

They mustn?t hurt Amelia, the fire of the drink mixed with the fires inside of her, will be the relentless fury that drives her to the grave. The muffled screams were like music.

Darker than dark wave, harder than hardcore. These dreams yet be nightmares and the blade of darkness shall stab into the heart.

Vessels of light and dark shall not protect them. For the harbinger of madness is the bringer of peace .

Panic and fear seemed gone, erased in a wave of adrenaline. So cold am I now.

Do you hear these words? You haven?t heard them yet. I?m screaming these to you and you find so little faith in the rhyme of sleeping shadows. This faith dear, this faith is that which I told you to hold onto. Did you listen? No?

I told you. I begged you. Fury like Bathlaz has dreamt will be simply forgotten when the world finds itself again.

Yet even as he looked down upon it, aghast, he could see the sinews and the flesh reassembling, growing back into a full hand.

Do you know what that hand held? Do you? I tried giving it to you. I have no hands left to grace this present.


~Balryn
lost in shadows of the dream
 
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Oi...I 'ave no bloody oideah wha' ye be ohn 'ahbou'. Seems ta me yah be pitchin' a wohbler ta dizzy tossah. My Whimsy kissy straight panzar red sauce with a spankin' bit of candy yeah. Makes me fink abou' goin' back to the fluffy goose down if ya' know wha' I mean.
 
Those crazy mortals.

Goy jobzah, me scabbies tips the ponj, we skibbled ta naff and joik'd the sharky.

Gashder jobz the eckz, anda wiggy wah gogged 'iz ponz.

Suck an elf, dashka poiked da fonger. Shinna peeps and goiled bonja, me sekky's all flonged.

Dibs tha bagsies, I gots fonker 'ob da jams.

I gots punch scratches flyin' if me case goes bog.
I'll jimmy the Tyburn Jig scatch for tha' joke.

Was almost X's and O's, 'twas... The pink X'd me gog, and jam it sidewise if I din' luck it right there.

I pelfed it, and aft'r wez knick'd the ponz, 'e skibbled naff like.

Spot you sphere like, J.

-TD, KBN
 
What kinda bad dreams that? THEN follow with you crazy people talking nonsense in my dreams? Not have good sleep tonight, I tell you what.

~Kitty
 
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