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I hadn't meant to fall asleep.
That's the problem -- or perhaps the benefit, depending on how one looks at them -- of naps. They sneak up on you sometimes and one moment you're settled happily on the couch in the rec room of a magical island reading a detective novel. The next, you're snoring away, drooling on the person next to you and the detective novel lays abandoned in your lap or on the floor.
Perhaps if the detective novel I'd been reading had been written by one P. Oswald Boone, I may not have been bored enough to fall asleep. Perhaps Ozzie's series about a neurotic, yet lovable female detective with an eating disorder would have kept my attention longer than the novel the shelf supplied me with. Perhaps I would have stayed awake and I wouldn't have had the nightmare.
Or maybe it was one I was meant to have.
My dreams are not reliably prophetic and even when they are, they leave out enormous chunks of information. I suppose whatever force gave me my gift finds it amusing to watch as I struggle to piece together the information I'm supplied with until I'm left with a bigger mess or the answer. More often than not, I'm left with the bigger mess.
Since the incident at Green Moon Mall, I've learned to pay attention to my dreams. When I wake up in the rec room, giving a convulsive kick that causes Terrible Chester to hiss and scramble from the room at top speed, I run an inventory of my dream, remembering everything I can even though it pains me to do so. Faces of those I care about run through my mind; Stormy and Tim and Shari. I've never wanted to see fear on the faces of my friends again.
"Oh, God," I murmur, burying my face in my hands as I remember the bodachs. Swarms of them, slipping with oily smoothness over my friends, over the Compound, under doors and through cracks in the walls. Bodachs are truly nightmare creatures and I can only pray my dream doesn't foretell of their coming here.
[ooc: New canon has made him very loud. XD Despite the nightmare, it's as good a time as any to meet him. He'll collect himself quickly.]
That's the problem -- or perhaps the benefit, depending on how one looks at them -- of naps. They sneak up on you sometimes and one moment you're settled happily on the couch in the rec room of a magical island reading a detective novel. The next, you're snoring away, drooling on the person next to you and the detective novel lays abandoned in your lap or on the floor.
Perhaps if the detective novel I'd been reading had been written by one P. Oswald Boone, I may not have been bored enough to fall asleep. Perhaps Ozzie's series about a neurotic, yet lovable female detective with an eating disorder would have kept my attention longer than the novel the shelf supplied me with. Perhaps I would have stayed awake and I wouldn't have had the nightmare.
Or maybe it was one I was meant to have.
My dreams are not reliably prophetic and even when they are, they leave out enormous chunks of information. I suppose whatever force gave me my gift finds it amusing to watch as I struggle to piece together the information I'm supplied with until I'm left with a bigger mess or the answer. More often than not, I'm left with the bigger mess.
Since the incident at Green Moon Mall, I've learned to pay attention to my dreams. When I wake up in the rec room, giving a convulsive kick that causes Terrible Chester to hiss and scramble from the room at top speed, I run an inventory of my dream, remembering everything I can even though it pains me to do so. Faces of those I care about run through my mind; Stormy and Tim and Shari. I've never wanted to see fear on the faces of my friends again.
"Oh, God," I murmur, burying my face in my hands as I remember the bodachs. Swarms of them, slipping with oily smoothness over my friends, over the Compound, under doors and through cracks in the walls. Bodachs are truly nightmare creatures and I can only pray my dream doesn't foretell of their coming here.
[ooc: New canon has made him very loud. XD Despite the nightmare, it's as good a time as any to meet him. He'll collect himself quickly.]