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We're being pursued by a huge white werewolf. I think it used to be a person called Ikumen; calling its name enrages it. There's a little boy with me and we're trying to escape. Up and down snowy slopes, distractions, finally hiding inside the hotel where it's stalking us from room to room.

A place beneath the surface that most people don't know about. Fantasy is real down there.

An older woman wanted to give the police a piece of her mind. I remember her trapping an officer in a room and punching the glass behind him to make sure it would hold. He was terrified. When they came for us, I reminded her that they didn't know how to get to the Underground, so we used it to escape.

cross-posted from: https://endlesstalk.org/post/92006827

maybe he's high on drugs, and missing several days of sleep. he's not in his right mind.

he doesn't mean anyone harm. he's not doing this to hurt anyone.

he is convinced that there's something in this person's chimney that he wants.

he is not a threat, and he is not a menace.

he doesn't need jail, he needs water and sleep.

anyone who supports the arrest of this person is contributing to the police state which is destroying us.

When I'm saving money, being kind and considerate, working hard and eating healthy something feels wrong. It's not exactly boredom. It's a desire to fuck things up.

My childhood involved a lot of moving around, constantly leaving friends behind when my parents got new jobs, finding new places to live, then later in life I continued the chaos with sex, drugs and drinking. Stints in rehab, constantly looking for a new job because I'd fucked up the old one, a new place to live after something went wrong at home. The chaos feels normal.

It's like "call of the void" but with my life rather than a single moment. And it's constant. I even have nightmares when things are going well. My brain doesn't know how to be happy.

I was one of four siblings, one had passed, and I couldn't remember his name. I think he was a fiction we'd created to get out of school, and now we were being asked to write an essay about his life. I was angry and frustrated that no one would tell me

They were all pretending. Betrayers, all of them. I came back and he was going through my documents; he'd given up pretending and didn't care that I saw him.

The end of the semester is coming and I haven't gone to any of my electives. I'm pretty sure I'm still going to pass because I'm a music major and did well in my ensembles.

There's an older lady with long curly hair who wants to switch to music and I'm trying to be excited for her. "Oh good, you can teach with Mr. Zabaphore!" but I hate him.

One of my friends is quickly becoming competent; he's invented a device charger with spare parts.

My brother and I are trying to get home, but he can't fly. We're near the elementary school. I grab his hand and try to lift us both up.

The setting is awful but the people aren't too bad. There's a pair of siblings that know something is different about them, but can't remember what it is. The boy is really nice. I'm talking to him while his sister listens.

Hell tries to scare me with an image of my brother who's forgotten who I am, but I laugh it off

I see a man carrying a fancy rapier. I have one too but it's just a practice weapon. I can levitate, but it doesn't feel impressive.

We're creating virtual experiences for a game-making competition. Mine is a rope course, and it's not ready yet. I should have painted it a different color.

Everyone else has been judged already, and their experiences have been wrapped up and ranked.

The judges are coming and I'm still not done.

Our friend's strangely-shaped recreational ship had a railing bent when waves pushed it against the dock.

My boss is looking for a doctor and I'm certain he wants the same prescription I have (Deltek) so I recommend my doctor, who turns out to be a vampire.

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