I was having the most effed up, Freudian dreams last night. Any time you find yourself wrapped in black cloth by a bunch of people who have kidnapped you to take part in a sacred marriage, but you escape, only to find yourself in your childhood home as it was before all the renovations... man, it was effed up
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Cal remembers how he got in this mess. The conversation went like this ( ... )
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(It's not a problem I have with daemons-fic in general, it's just I can't see the daemon concept as described in The Golden Compass meshing with what I know and have conceptualized about how things work in SPN mythology. I can't rationalize it, I can't make it fit, it does not work from my perspective, and so I can't suspend disbelief enough to read and enjoy a SPN fic with that as the context. That's all.)
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