Soreth @Soreth@awoo.space

The gauntlet of passing through from one side of the city to the other was designed to drain you, weaken you, spend all your resources so you'd be caught. I had a large number of close calls, and several fights I managed to solve quickly. I had some amount of magic available to me, but I was saving that since I needed every scrap to try to deal with my foe. It absolutely wasn't enough. I'd get to the other side, and he'd be waiting, and then we'd meet again and he'd make his offer.

I needed to get across to the other side of the city to try to escape what was coming. Because I'd been here before, maybe more than once, and been killed by that overlord when I refused his deal. Not quickly, either.

I had friends who recognized me and tried to help while I dodged patrolling futuristic craft. I knew several of them would get caught and take the bargain, since it had happened like that last time. Everyone was still trying not to get caught.

It didn't work.

I mean, I guess it's a good thing that I can still have "normal" nightmares, they don't all have to be about my ex. But gods, I could have done without this one.

I was in a city, hiding. The city had been split into two halves long ago, a la Berlin, but then had been taken over by a huge powerful dragon who now ruled over it absolutely. Getting from one half to the other involved a gauntlet of mazelike passages and high-visibility patrolled areas.

And I'd been here before.

It's really shitty that our ancestors lost the tetrachromatic eye genes. I want four color receptors.

TFW you find yourself muttering at your junk, "god! just fucking go away already"

Also saw two miscellanious hawks on the way back. It's almost as if someone I know has been using some kind of bird transmogrification aura...

Huh. Saw two birds of prey on the way to meet someone this morning - a bald eagle and an Osprey. Cool.

It's kind of amazing how fast I can recover from a bad night if the weather is clear and sunny.

... Damn, I forgot how much words can help

Water, wash away my pain
Water, wash over my skin.
Take away my past,
Make this cleansing last,
Let not this be in vain.

Water, wash away the veils
Water, wash over my hands
Take away the pain,
Let me grow up again,
But this time with my scales.

Water, wash away like rain
Water, wash over my claws.
Let me grow my tail,
Please don't let me fail,
But rush down through my mane.

oh hey, dysphoria. just what I didn't want to have show up again. what's up.

go away.

... you can't heal the past. you can only survive it. it can't be redeemed. I will never have grown up with the right past.

Okay, so I managed most of a day back from work before becoming demoralized.

Did they. Did they really.