And they might have froze before that noose got to them

[sovay]

All night I dreamed about dying. Every time—I was shot once, bleeding out; another time, I had some kind of wasting illness—I woke up instead of never opening my eyes again, but whenever I fell back into the dream, there was a different death to go through. Some of the circumstances, waterspouts, unmoored islands, shell-like crusts of uninhabited buildings in the middle of cities where I've lived, might have made intriguing story material if I hadn't been distracted by the endless iterations of mortality, none of them opera-clean. Today fails auspices.

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[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

Ouch! THat sounds vile. Had you been overdoing the Remembrance, do you think?

[sovay]

Had you been overdoing the Remembrance, do you think?

I don't think so. None of the dreams were particularly war-related: just full of dying. Maybe in some incredibly sublimated fashion . . .