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Ignoring the dizzying wave of agony, I swing my blade and slice its head clean off

I’reen walls and yellowish bluemy nostrils as impossibly shaped objects float in front of my eyes

My dream palace I made it

Blood is still oozing fro puck That subdream orse than others If there’d been oneto kill everyone in the waking world It’s a good thing I asked Moed fro trance in a homicidal mood, he could’ve subdued ht in—or knocked e

Well, the good thing is, none of that is necessary now, since I’ive myself a fiery hair makeover, and jump back into myself

Pom shows up next to one of the impossible shapes He’s a looft, a symbiotic creature permanently attached to my wrist who’s also e bird, with gargantuan lavender-colored eyes, triangular pointy ears, and fluffy fur that changes colors to s in the dictionary next to the word “cute”

Currently, though, he’s solid black and his ears are droopy “I accidentally read your uiltily “You’re here to wake up Lidia, aren’t you?”

Re for the tower of sleepers “That’s right Mom was stuck in non-REM sleep—hence the subdream we just experienced”

He zoo “Scary”

“For sure But hey, you were a sword this ti the weapon I just used “Did you have any clue that was actually a dream?”

He turns an even darker black “No I was just living in thethat sword—as weird as that sounds”

“Sa”

Pom circles around my head “The creatures spoke this time”

So they did Hoeird I think back to all the other subdrea creatures I’ve met in them “Maybe they’ve always tried to speak,” I say “But this time, they had mouths that let them be understood”

Poe hue “Where do subdreams come from?”

I slow ht He’s raised a question I’ve pondered a lot, without ever co up with a satisfactory answer “I don’t know I’ve nicknamed them subdreams because I think they tap deeper into the subconscious than regular dreams do”