one day, you will understand. but that day is not today.

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Who: Siren's Port
When: The night of Thursday, October 20th into the morning of Friday, October 21st.
Where: In the mind, in the dreams, in the unconscious of the sleepers.
Summary: The final night.
Warnings: These dreams may be considered not safe for work, with violence, gore, death, underlying sexual themes and other mentions of graphic nature.

Comments

Open for action/NV later in the day

[beenwaitinglong]

Diego woke up choking. He flew upright in a panic, nearly tumbling out of bed as his hands clutched at his throat. He could taste it again-- bitter coffee and sour bile lurching its way out of his stomach. He stumbled to his feet and into the bathroom, slamming hard into the counter just in time to vomit into the sink.

He was trembling so much he could barely stay standing, sweaty palms clutching the side of the counter as he finished retching. He coughed feebly, inhaling a strained gasp for breath and sinking down onto the cold tile floor, hugging his arms over his chest and leaning against the counter.

A dream. It was just a dream, just another of those goddamned nightmares. Chaos and blood and horror had been the theme this week, but there was no doubt in his mind that nightmare had been his own. It was still vivid-- the soreness where the IVs had entered his arm, the sight of skull fragments and blood in Mia's hair, the weight of her corpse crawling on top of him, the taste of poison. He could still taste it in his mouth and on his lips-- the bitterest blend he ever swallowed, the one flavor he could never, ever forget.

It was a dream. It was just a dream. It's just your broken imagination torturing you. He repeated it in his head over and over again as he tried to stop trembling.

Blindly, he reached for the toilet, pulling himself close enough to spit into it. He could taste it...