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You are dreaming, but it is not your dream. This place is foreign in many ways, but uncomfortably familiar in others. Houses, carts, fences...upturned and shattered across dusty, broken streets. It's a dream, but you can feel the harsh wind tug at your sleeves and disturb the ashes of what were once homes and the strange people therein. You can smell smoke and burnt skin and blood. Not the ideal dreamworld.
If you look beyond the wrecked village, you'll notice that the landscape itself has a formidable shape. Mountains, mashed together and coiled like some great and terrible beast's tail, fencing out your view of the horizon beyond. If you turn your back to that, jagged spires of stone protrude like teeth in your new view.
All is still. No insects hum, no birds cry out, and even the wind's whistle is a grim and muted sound. Ominous. A storybook town subjected to a very unhappily ever after.
It could just be you filling the silent void by dreaming up some sound, but there's a whimpering, muffled voice somewhere in this wreckage. Odd, though; it doesn't look like anything survived the...whatever-it-was. Lucky for you, it's just a dream. Deceptively real-feeling, but you'll wake up eventually.
I don't like this anymore, please make it go away!