OOM: Nightmares and Dreamfears
Lavan tosses, in his mind, in a white room.
And even in a room designed to help him think quietly, evade the darkness, and simple be, even there, nightmares come for Lavan, for they are a part of him now.
He tosses and turns and his mind remembers flame.
Flame roaring up to encompass him, every inch of him burning and yet welcoming the burn and yet afraid and how is he going to die and why is he dying?
And yet he isn't dying. He is simply being consumed, transforming, changing., altering and why?
He wonders every day why he didn't die when things went wrong, when things went off, and when things went so far off track, and he doesn't understand, and he is...
...tossing and turning and flame licking in his mind like a hungry beast and then...
Darkness from the small man. no light, no flame, no hope, no death, no fear, no joy, no pain.
Just darkness. Peace. Quiet.
And then...
White rooms, and white things, and people made of flame, and yet not. And...
Is she real? Or is she just a dream? A dragon? A thing? And what am I?
What am I?
Roiling darkness, and flame, and joy, and fear.
And the light seems closer!
And soothing darkness is farther away....
And what d I do?: How can I live when she (blessed beautiful Kalira) is gone? Why am I alive?
Why am I alive?
It should have been me! Me! ME!.
The wail is silent in the night.
But it grows and turns and changes and becomes more real and erupts as a scream, in mind, in heart, in soul..
In body...a scream rips out across the Infirmary as the sleeper awakens.
KALIRAAAAAAAA!!
And loss blossoms against the darkness like flame, like hope, like death, and he falls into it...
And opens his eyes.
And even in a room designed to help him think quietly, evade the darkness, and simple be, even there, nightmares come for Lavan, for they are a part of him now.
He tosses and turns and his mind remembers flame.
Flame roaring up to encompass him, every inch of him burning and yet welcoming the burn and yet afraid and how is he going to die and why is he dying?
And yet he isn't dying. He is simply being consumed, transforming, changing., altering and why?
He wonders every day why he didn't die when things went wrong, when things went off, and when things went so far off track, and he doesn't understand, and he is...
...tossing and turning and flame licking in his mind like a hungry beast and then...
Darkness from the small man. no light, no flame, no hope, no death, no fear, no joy, no pain.
Just darkness. Peace. Quiet.
And then...
White rooms, and white things, and people made of flame, and yet not. And...
Is she real? Or is she just a dream? A dragon? A thing? And what am I?
What am I?
Roiling darkness, and flame, and joy, and fear.
And the light seems closer!
And soothing darkness is farther away....
And what d I do?: How can I live when she (blessed beautiful Kalira) is gone? Why am I alive?
Why am I alive?
It should have been me! Me! ME!.
The wail is silent in the night.
But it grows and turns and changes and becomes more real and erupts as a scream, in mind, in heart, in soul..
In body...a scream rips out across the Infirmary as the sleeper awakens.
KALIRAAAAAAAA!!
And loss blossoms against the darkness like flame, like hope, like death, and he falls into it...
And opens his eyes.