Sometimes I like to pretend that your veins have no end and I can drive through them

[sovay]

Early in the morning, I dreamed of having to stop a dragon sacrifice; it was a white dragon and related to the Matter of Britain, but not in the fashion of Merlin's dream. In the last dream I can remember before I got up, I was in a shell-hole waiting for a direct hit. I can see how this image evolved out of both recent media and current events, but it feels a little unnecessarily on the nose. I am intrigued that my brain cast me as a combat medic when I spent so much of the weekend trying to get hold of doctors; maybe it just thinks it would be more efficient. The substance of the last few days is that I am not in good shape and it is not fun.

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[moon_custafer]

Mine involved a lot of labyrinthine settings— funhouses, wide staircases, the street I lived on as a kid, a featureless one-story suburban house that contained a Victorian mansion in the basement. Just before waking up I joined forces with several pulp-fiction-hero types; the one I remember had some kind of Lost Generation backstory and of all the names and titles to which he was heir, would reply only to “C.O.”

[sovay]

a featureless one-story suburban house that contained a Victorian mansion in the basement.

10/10, would urban explore again.

Just before waking up I joined forces with several pulp-fiction-hero types; the one I remember had some kind of Lost Generation backstory and of all the names and titles to which he was heir, would reply only to “C.O.”

Nice.