03-13-2018, 10:55 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-13-2018, 10:59 AM by James Knight.)
After he had fallen asleep on his journey, and began to dream, Warren was having anything but a pleasant dream. The dream he was currently in involving an event that he hadn't experienced. In this case, a mob of Xx_Yandere_Lo♥er_xXs were pounding Warren.
"Hecate-Sama!" Several of them were punching him in the ribs, or kicking him in the gonads in the dream. Of course this was symbolism of how his efforts outside of the Astral verse had dashed Warren's dreams like a piece of pottery. Some of the even poured lemon juice in his eyes, or broke his legs.
"Is." One of them tied up Warren, to a railroad track that appeared.
"Ours," stated another, who was in the caboose of a train that had just materialized in the dream.
The dream was one that was making Warren panicked. This couldn't be real, and yet he was feeling it. Warren tried to slap himself, but could not because of his broken arms, and being tied down. Really this could not be real.
If this was real, he was doomed.
"Hecate-Sama!" Several of them were punching him in the ribs, or kicking him in the gonads in the dream. Of course this was symbolism of how his efforts outside of the Astral verse had dashed Warren's dreams like a piece of pottery. Some of the even poured lemon juice in his eyes, or broke his legs.
"Is." One of them tied up Warren, to a railroad track that appeared.
"Ours," stated another, who was in the caboose of a train that had just materialized in the dream.
The dream was one that was making Warren panicked. This couldn't be real, and yet he was feeling it. Warren tried to slap himself, but could not because of his broken arms, and being tied down. Really this could not be real.
If this was real, he was doomed.