Thursday, September 1, 2011

Dream #3 The Land of the Waking

I am talking with Karen but she is so drunk her words come out in slurred gibberish. Her eyes are clear, her square thumbs strong, she grips my wrist with both hands and leads me to a door when suddenly a man comes out and grabs her from behind. He tells her she is not allowed to be out here talking to me and then I realize it is because they are both dead. She screams gibberish at me as he pulls her behind the door and slams it shut, the click of the lock jolts me awake. I am here and she is still dead.

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