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NIGHTMARE

[exeggutorhead]

[The dream opens with blood.]

[It's all around, covering everything, warm and sticky and slick. There's weight all around too, the feeling of being buried underneath some kind of heavy, suffocating pile...and soon enough, as the dreamer moves to try and claw up and outwards, it becomes clear just what the pile is. It's hideously soft, slippery human organs of all kinds, weighty and suffocating and impossible to get enough of a grip on to truly climb out from under.]

[Al's limbs will feel weighted down, clumsy, barely able to climb regardless, and it's impossible not to feel desperate, frantic, only wanting help out. There are people's voices, footsteps beyond the pile, surely...]

Eaugh! What is that thing!

That isn't him! That's not my son, what is it?!

Monster!

This isn't what I wanted!

[No, there's no help coming. And even as Al struggles to climb out, sharp currents of electric blue energy lance through the pile and across reaching arms.]

[There's no way out, no help coming, until the dream fades.]