August 23 2007

Weather: The day is cooler than usual, a shift in the breeze enough that it's very very windy, and that kicks the temperatures down to the low sixties. Cloud cover gets streaked across the sky most of the day as well, clouding up more seriously over night.

Events: All anyone can talk about at MSHS seems to be the party at Peyton and Tyler's house.

As for the psychics, the dreams continue! The dream is drastically different tonight! ZOMG!

The Dream: The dream begins at the fence. The world is different, the quality of light distorted, like an eclipse has happened. Dark when it's supposed to be light, brighter than it should be, but not bright enough. The journey up the path is jerky this time, flickering in fits and starts as it lurches forward sometimes at a walking pace, sometimes appearing up ahead ten feet or more in an instant. Up on the path, nearing the cover of the heavier woods, there's a figure.

It's a teenage girl skin paled to a whiteish grey, wearing a black skirt that's torn at the edges, bare feet covered with mud and dirt, streaking up both legs. Cuts are furrowed into her flesh as well, though it's blackened inside the wound, no red blood appearing. She's wearing a red zip up hoodie, which is in as tattered condition as her skirt, as well as the tank top she has under it. More deep breaks in her flesh are visible on her chest, and up her neck, not her face. The higher up on her body they are though, the more they look like cracks instead of wounds, all blackness spiderwebbing out from the darkness inside the mar. She's holding a decayed stuffed toy rabbit, eyes missing and stuffing puffed out from split seems. It's eyes aren't the only ones missing, as the girl's are as well, hollow, empty deep eye sockets, shadowed into her skull. She opens her mouth as the dreamer passes, short hair tossing slightly in the wind as she moves jerkily, backwards, and whatever she says, it's tone is a reversed echo, the meaning lost in the reversed manner they're said.

The dreamer does not stop at the girl, continuing it's pained, lurching way forward, down the same path as always. Birds up above fly back into the trees--backwards. Movement is seen on either side of the path through the trees as they swallow up even more of the light, eyes are seen, shining from the shadows hiding animals that can't be distinguished. Luminous eyes, shining overly brightly enough that they're like tiny burning flashlights before they retreat back from the dreamer into the darker shadows.

Hanging up ahead from a tree, upside down by one leg, gently swinging in light circles is someone who looks like they're in as advanced a state of decay as the girl, though their degradation seems to be rustlike in nature. Patches of skin have been eroded away, leaving depressed patches in the skin and muscles, bare strings of skin or muscles beneath stretched across the cavity but not going to hold together much longer. His long hair sweeps back and forth across the path beneath him, his shadow is filled with snakes, all confined to the shadow, only existing within it. When he swings, those not in the shadow anymore burn up. His native american features are nearly eroded away entirely, leaving blackened bone protruding slightly. His jaw opens as well, and like the girl, he speaks, but it's backwards and echoed, unintelligible.

Jumping ahead again, continuing down the path towards the mouth of the mine, where strung across the front of the seemingly unblocked mine hole is another man. Usually spikey hair pasted down to his skull, he's held up spread eagle across the mine's entrance, decay on his body too. His hands are clawed, and there are pronounced fangs in his mouth, howling screaming echoing from behind him in the heart of the blackness. The man is twisting, trying to get free, flesh torn down to the bone where the rusted, flaking chains hold him there. No blood exists for him either, and his level of decomposition appears in ashes, deep burns sinking into his body. There are even some bits that look as if they're still burning, deep down into the ashed flesh. Ashes flake away from the spots on him that have burned, ever time he writhes from the chains. Again, he opens his mouth to speak, but it's backwards.

All three figures aren't viewed for very long in the dream, the dreamer shifting past them in surreal fits and starts, and for flash seconds at a time, they're visible again as the dreamer starts rushing backwards, reversing through the dream, all the back back to the fence where everything stops dead. The dreamer turns to face the fence at their back, and standing directly on the other side is a decayed version of themselves, hollow eyed and staring back, a soft whisper hissed out just before they wake. "Save us..."

For those dreamers who would recognize the people involved the people featured in the dream, in order, are Lullaby, Dessicant and Mathias.

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