So, apparently, when Neal came home this morning and climbed into bed, I rolled over and started telling him about a dream I'd had ( Read more... )

The spirits of destruction swirled around the boy, laughing in their mosquito-whine voices. He could have named them, were he trying; Famine, blue-grey, plump and eyeless, sleek as a cat; Plague, gaunt festering red with its dry, lolling tongue; and Despair, sweet-faced and small, its long claws dangling as it flew. Too late to fight. It had been ( Read more... )

The orange on the left is the color of the sky in most of my dreams. The blue on the right is the color you get when you invert that orange.


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( I hadn't seen my friend in a few years, and so I was shocked at the condition of his house. )

( so I had a weird magical-girl battle dream )

"Those giant robot safety courses are really getting useful. I just turned one away at the border; who knows what kind of trouble it might've caused?"

This isn't the beginning of the dream, but before it, it's too hazy to recall: I'm underwater. I'm a child, underwater in an inland sea under a sky the dull orange of dreaming clouds; at the edges of the cliffs, where a single step in drops off into deep clear water, other children cluster, waiting for the landlocked to step into the water so we ( Read more... )

The city-fortress was built in the highest, farthest arctic peaks. It was a beautiful place, all spires and elaborate stonework, arches and stained glass and magic. It was a place fit for kings. Now it was the last stand against the darkness sweeping over the land ( Read more... )

I dreamed that an end-of-the-world mass extinction event was coming. I don't remember why, only that it was too sudden to prepare for. The quakes and meteor strikes were sudden. From the house on the hill where I lived, my family could see the fire started by a meteor strike spread across the city below; it was huge and swift, engulfing blocks at a ( Read more... )