[Chicken~Strips]

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This represents so much with the pastel exterior and pitch black toe beanz and tounge

[sobble]

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[Silver Pandorica]

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[waterglow]

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[_silentsiren_]

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[redhorizon]

username: Pesagus
kalon name: Morphine
a recurring dream:

I'm drowning. Drowning in an inky black depth that swallows my screams as I claw through the muddy abyss pulling me further and further towards the bottom. Memories flash before me, short glimpses of what used to be, and my will to fight dissipates. The air is sucked from my lungs and my limbs turn to heavy weights. All I can do is let the weight pull me down, as the last glimpse of light vanishes.

I’m falling slowly through the dark depths, my limp limbs reaching for the soft bottom. The thick water swirls around me, and I can’t see anything. I squeeze my eyes shut, hopelessly sinking, plummeting to the muddy floor.

The moment I feel the bottom against my paws, the captivating water vanishes and I crash down onto a hard surface. It’s smooth and shiny, and pitch black. I pry myself from the ground and stand on shaky legs. I’m in a room... A small room. The walls are as black as the floor, and a single lightbulb hangs from the ceiling. The room is cold, my fur stands on end and every exhale is accompanied by a puff of fog.

There are no doors, no windows. Every surface is smooth and shiny and I can see my reflection everywhere I look. There’s no way out. I’m stuck here... Just me, myself, and I.

Everything feels wrong, and I don’t know what’s real and what isn’t. The room has a draft with no known origin, and I start to shiver.

"Well you seem comfortable." A voice says with a cruel laugh, and I can't tell if it's in my head or not. It sounds like it's coming from everywhere at once. I leap to my feet and turn a full circle, but I'm still alone.

"Don't bother looking for me, I'm only a figment of your imagination." I can almost feel an entity right beside me, but there's nothing there.

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

"Silly Morrie. You know you can't speak. Shall I remind you?" I suddenly remember everything, and shake my head frantically. No, no, no, no, no. I can't relive this, not again.

The ground falls away, and I can hear laughter melting into the distance.

I'm falling through blackness.

Sand starts to form as my paws touch down, then water lapping at the edges. The sky paints itself, and the sun lies low on the horizon. Behind me, a forest lifts from the ground, spanning further than I could ever know. Suddenly a bullet whizzes through my chest, and lodges itself in a kalon standing before me. With a scream, the fallen soldier hits the ground and goes still.

I turn around to a full on war zone. Screaming and gunshots pierce the fog I seem to be living in, and a group of soldiers run right through me. I'm not actually here.

I turn around, and there I am, lying low in the sand behind the tall grass. My old friend lies beside real me, and I squeeze my eyes shut just as the bullet that takes my friend's life is shot. I've relived this enough times to know.

When I open my eyes, I watch myself make the one mistake that ruined my life.

I stand up and run.

It takes no more that 15 seconds for me to go down.

The beach battle gives way to a small, sterile room. A young doctor stands beside a small bed with me in it, and I cover my ears. I know what's coming. I've heard the words a million times, and even covering my ears, they still find a way through.

"I'm sorry, we did everything we could... But you'll never speak again."

I turn around and run through the doors, but the floor melts away and I'm falling... Falling...

Falling...

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[SilhouetteStation]

username: SilhouetteStation
kalon name: Anita Maxwell

a recurring dream: (max 1000 words)

I felt something warm. I opened my eyes, blinking, and saw sunlight streaming through the curtains onto my face. I did like those curtains. Cream and red stripes. But they were also an indicator that this wasn't my room.

Back in this dream Wonderland, it seemed.

I was already dressed when I got out of bed, in a blue polka dot dress that wasn't exactly to my liking. In the kitchen, full of buttery sunshine and wooden furniture, a badger in a floral apron was making pancakes and pouring tea into acorn cups.

"Good morning, dear!" She greeted me cheerily. "Sit yourself down for some breakfast, there's a good lass."

I did as asked and began eating. I'm sure last time everything tasted like lavender. This time it was rosewater.

Once I was finished she bustled me outside so she could get on with the washing up. In all the times I'd had this dream, she'd never come outside. I think I was too scared to try in case the dream broke. That being said, there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to anything that went on in this little world, so maybe it wouldn't make a difference at all.

Outside, the sky was very blue and the clouds soft pink like cotton candy. Between the pebbly paths connecting the town patches of grass grew, green when you stared at it but iridescent when you moved. The houses here were odd; old boots, spotted mushrooms, upturned teacups, one made out of cheese. The residents were no different. Hedgehogs, mice, Mrs. Ferret and her Nine Ferretlings, the old frog couple, and a grumpy old tortoise named Steve. We were all the same height, but I'd never known if everything was this height, or if we were just a tiny village. Towering strands of grass surrounded us, keeping us from seeing.

My feet carried me around the back of the house to the stable, although it more looked like a shed with half of the door cut off. Inside my sparrow was waiting, all kitted up with bridle and saddle. It chirped madly when it saw me, and ruffled its feathers as I walked it back round to the front.

I looked down; outfit change. Black tights and a white shirt. A leather satchel which I opened, and inside found a list. Ah yes, that's right. I was the Errand Runner.

I climbed aboard my trusty feathered steed, and took off. Well, I say that, but we either hopped or flew very close to the ground. Every time I tried to get higher the clouds would turn gray. The villagers would look up in concern, so I'd feel guilty and come back down so the sun would shine again.

I'd tried this before. I knew I had. I just couldn't remember what had happened.

I got on with the job. Deliver flour. Sugar. Deliver cookies to supermarket. Try and cheer up the tortoise. Walk the kids to school. Discuss the importance of brushing your teeth thrice a day. I guess here they needed to more than twice.

I'd just crossed out the last task when I realized no, there was another. A cold wind seemed to blow through the town. I knew this hadn't been here before. The writing was different. This was new.

Find the clock.

The temperature dropped as I read it. My sparrow chittered nervously. Dark clouds began swirling overhead. People were looking up, and hurrying to get indoors before the rain started. I had a strong urge to go home, so I did the same.

Somehow the sparrow fit through the doorway. It seemed darker in here than before. The badger was standing and staring out the kitchen window, wringing the towel in her hands anxiously.

I didn't have a chance to ask what was wrong before she spoke.

"You saw it, right?" She whispered. "You saw the note?"

I nodded. She had her back to me, but she knew.

Rain began falling in small drops.

"Do what it says."

Heavy drops, falling harder. Filling the space with noise so loud she had to raise her voice.

"Find it."

A harsh wind, howling through cracks in the walls. She turned to me then, with eyes so intense it was hard to look away.

"Don't worry about us."

A shudder. A snap. Part of the kitchen wall was torn away, and I jumped in fright. Water pooled on the floor as the storm battered against her.

"We'll be fine," she said softly. "You know you'll come back. Now go."

"I don't know where it is."

"Yes you do, love." She turned her head up to the sky. "Don't let the rain stop you."

And then I knew. The sky.

I climbed up on my sparrow, and we flew. Not like before, but straight up. I felt a resistance pushing us down, willing us away from whatever my subconscious was hiding.

Above the houses. Above the grass. Above everything.

Far off in the distance was a giant grandfather clock. The hands were spinning wildly, but the only number to be seen took up the whole clock face.

108

. . .

. . . . .

Awake. Dark. Shaky breathing.

I sat up, looked around. My room. My code book.

To my left; the nightstand.

I opened the drawer, scrabbling to pull out the pen and paper, and wrote it down. It was now one of many numbers I had written, all from the same dream, each giving a different numeral.

66, 114, 101, 97, 107, 116, 104, 101, 67

Maybe some people would say it was just a dream, but I couldn't be sure. When the Wonderland shatters, I feel the underlying urgency of something else.

I stared at the numbers. I was sure they meant something, I just didn't know what.

I did know, however, that I would dream that dream as many times as it took.

I would figure out what this meant.

(997/1000)

[sillies]

no time, sorry. good luck to everyone else!

[justamindset]

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