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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[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

There might be a story in that: if you are killed by your nemesis in your dreams, what do you wake up as?

This question has been haunting me all weekend. I think there is a story in that. It could also be that d|p has been playing Kingdom Hearts all weekend, and the transition of souls (hearts) in that setting is a little confusing and difficult to parse.