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Psigns and warnings by ElObscuro

April hadn’t slept well since Sunday night’s nightmare, which was why her dream was something of a surprise. She supposed it had to be a dream, because she knew that it didn’t usually rain fish, a dn the ocean tasted salty instead of spicy, but given all the weird things that happened around her on a daily basis, one never knew... Marsha stood alone on a rusted pier, looking out over a dark ocean. Mike was out there...somewhere. She couldn’t tell where. Things had gone so badly for so long. And now he’d run away from her, where even she couldn’t follow. The seas were too vast, and what they took, they never returned. She was so... abandoned. It might have been a dream, but the tears of desolation that stained her pillow were very real.... Mike wandered through the endless hallway. Mirrors lined both sides, each one showing a painting behind Mike that he didn’t see anywhere else. And he was the star of each painting. There he was, spinning a roulette wheel. There, he and Marsha were the American Gothics. He gave a Mona Lisa smile that shook time. The next one, his smile was so broad that he’d melted all of Dali’s watches. And there was a whole set of them that Mike vaguely recognized as being based on tarot cards, including one of himself lynched that really shook him. Mike stirred in his bed, suddenly uncomfortable.... Margaret, for once, wasn’t dreaming about Satan, snakes, the apocalypse, or anything terribly violent. Just her and Dave, dancing somewhere. She could feel his arms warm and tight around her, hear his breathing, smell the lingering scorched scent that meant he had shaved just for her. She could even feel his undying devotion, his resolve to not leave her to face the worlds alone. Margaret smiled and turned over in her sleep.... Dave stood alone, in a gray fog that somehow he knew to be a stormcloud. It was soft and fully inside as any cumulus ever imagined, though. Then he wasn’t alone, although Margaret seemed not to have had as much luck avoiding the rain that came with the cloud. This time, the sight of his beloved in a wet shirt didn’t brainwarp him, nor did her starting to get out of her wet clothes.... and the rest of this dream is absolutely NONE of our business.... Blue glared furiously. There on one side, Margaret stood with Dave, holding hands and smiling in vindictive triumph. And on the other, stood Gray, who really was a nice guy, and pretty damn cute. Only now there was some other girl, one she didn’t recognize, waltzing up to claim him! Couldn’t she have a guy of her own for ONCE!? She’d done the “good” thing and let Dave go, finally, and THIS was how she was rewarded? Oh, no, this new tramp wasn’t gonna get off so easy..... Roger looked all around, confused. The last thing he remembered was being with Diana, just sitting in her apartment sharing a meal, and then... Roger suddenly stared down at his ruined clothes in horror. The tiny red spots filled his nostrils with the unmistakable aroma of blood.... Roger bawled his grief and pain to an uncaring sky, and even that slowly became a canine howl of lament. Roger sat bolt upright in the bathtub, clutching himself and desperately checking for signs of recent wereness.... Gray fled down the corridor, hordes of tiny, vicious shapes pursuing him. Then there was a dead end, and the foot-long ratlike beasts had him cornered... and Gray remembered who and what he was. Casually, he gathered his will, and obliterated the vermin horde with the power of his mind, raw force cascading through the corridor, leaving cracks in the masonry behind and not much else. Gray shook himself awake, levitated his pillow, and hurled it at his roommate. The latter looked up indignantly. “Ham,” growled Gray, “You guys are leaking again.” “What? Oh, the dreams?” “Yeah, you really need to work on that, someone’s gonna start suspecting something.” ----------------- Continue

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