now is the hour, the time when lost souls wander restlessly in the night

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Who: Siren's Port
When: The night of Sunday, October 16th into the morning of Monday, October 17th.
Where: In the mind, in the dreams, in the unconscious of the sleepers.
Summary: --
Warnings: These dreams may be considered not safe for work, with violence, gore, death, underlying sexual themes and other mentions of graphic nature. Having them is

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[cowboy_newsie]

[Even after calming down with Alice and Sirius, sleep isn't an option tonight. Jack paces nervously around the firehouse, shaking slightly, jumping at small noises.]

A few hours later;

[showbizpanache]

[Callin' you.]

[cowboy_newsie]

H-hello?

[showbizpanache]

Jack? It's Kurt. I'm sorry, is this-- I can call back tomorrow.

[cowboy_newsie]

No. No, I-- it's fine. No. You can-- we can talk. What's up?

[showbizpanache]

I just wanted to--to see how you were doing.

[cowboy_newsie]

I-- I, ah, I-- I'm-- nightmares, you know.

[showbizpanache]

Me too.

[cowboy_newsie]

Tell me.

[showbizpanache]

I-- I think I-- I saw what happened to you, in my dream. I knew it was you because of what you've told me. There were others, but... But I knew this was about you.

[cowboy_newsie]

[Pause.]

Can't say I'm surprised.

[showbizpanache]

What?

[cowboy_newsie]

Alice and I . . . we've been dreamin' the same thin's for three nights now. And tonight we, ah, we dreamed about each other's past. I'm figurin' everybody's, y-y'know, dreamin' the same thin'.

[showbizpanache]

[A long pause.]

So you...saw mine.

[cowboy_newsie]

Yours. Yours--

[A pause.]

Yaha. I didn't . . . yours. God. God, Kurt, was that a memory?

[showbizpanache]

N-no. Sort of. I mean, it was--a correlation of things. A dramatization of past events.