I dreamt that I inherited a castle. It was beautiful, and when I looked up at a high window, I spotted three sallow, hissing faces glaring at me. The wind picked up, icy cold, so I went inside. It was mostly empty, save for whispers. There was a room full of people in chains. I released them. They faded away. Everyone I interacted with disappeared. Then the faces from outside appeared in person. I sinister lady and her two tortured sons. I knew they were dead by now. I spoke with authority, that this castle belongs to me, and they were banished from it, and from the realm of the living. The sons exhaled and disappeared. She struggled, letting out this shriek that shook the walls. I repeated myself. She backed up. I repeated myself again and again, chasing her backwards toward her window, where she clutched briefly at the stones, and fell out, dissolved by the cold wind.
Posted on: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 14:15:20 +0000
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