Dream

[letmefollow]

You're looking at a kaleidoscope. Patterns swirl in front of your eyes, circles with indeterminable patterns, shapes and symbols. Hourglasses. Salamanders. Flames. Stars. Triangles. The kaleidoscope keeps turning, turning, until the patterns catch fire and burst into flames.

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[feathered_earth]

[Krile awakes with a start. That was... not hers? It couldn't have been hers, surely. It isn't the kind of thing she normally dreams about. Besides, she liked Neil's shirts.

...Why is she thinking something like that? This is an awful time of night for logic... Target. People have been getting other people's dreams. That was Target's dog, Target does paperwork, and she misses both Neil and Snap. Mustang. But what was it even about? Krile is from a time and place where finding meaning in dreams isn't always for psychologists and magazine quizzes, but if that one meant anything, she sure can't figure it out.

Not that it's even her business to figure it out. Target's dream ought to stay with her, not be spread all over the Sphere. Krile wonders if she ought to bring it up next time she sees her. She might be wrong about whose dream it is at all... she'll figure it out in the morning. Lucky the cat is purring like a little engine, and it's a rather soothing sound.

...It's a horrible thing to think about someone who's gone, but she really could have gone a long time without seeing Colonel Mustang in a skirt like that.]