[wm] 44.8 - nightmares [with rude_not_ginger]
Dorothy Gale does not have nightmares.
Her life is blessed, and she knows it. Beautiful things happen to her and her family. Her home is prosperous and full of friends. She is the adored hero of an entire country full of magic and wonder. Bad things were very, very rare, and as a positive person, she prefers to focus on the positives. Even her dreams, when she remembered them, were full of good things.
For some reason, tonight, Dorothy dreams of death.
And worse. Her family destroyed. Her home, erased. Oz, devastated. Everything she knows and loves obliterated. She sees everyone and everything she loves torn apart, screaming, and she feels the pain of it in herself. In their suffering they use their last breaths to call to her, to plead for help, and she can do nothing. She is powerless. She is useless. She watches them die. She feels them die.
It was a long handful of seconds before she realized she was now awake. Sitting bolt upright, her fists white-knuckle clenched in the thin blanket, it took an equally long time before the pain in her chest let her know she was screaming.
She didn't care.
Her life is blessed, and she knows it. Beautiful things happen to her and her family. Her home is prosperous and full of friends. She is the adored hero of an entire country full of magic and wonder. Bad things were very, very rare, and as a positive person, she prefers to focus on the positives. Even her dreams, when she remembered them, were full of good things.
For some reason, tonight, Dorothy dreams of death.
And worse. Her family destroyed. Her home, erased. Oz, devastated. Everything she knows and loves obliterated. She sees everyone and everything she loves torn apart, screaming, and she feels the pain of it in herself. In their suffering they use their last breaths to call to her, to plead for help, and she can do nothing. She is powerless. She is useless. She watches them die. She feels them die.
It was a long handful of seconds before she realized she was now awake. Sitting bolt upright, her fists white-knuckle clenched in the thin blanket, it took an equally long time before the pain in her chest let her know she was screaming.
She didn't care.