pterosaur: (💔Fey and sudden and unholy)
You're lying on your side, paralyzed. You feel cottony, unfocused.

There's someone at the exposed trunk of your body. You're not in any kind of position to see it, but you see it anyway. See him. In the way dreams are, you're him at the same time that you're you. You don't see yourself or him clearly at all.

He has what you know is a scalpel. Those don't usually have circular blades that whine like dentist's drills, but this one does.
A very non-medically-accurate dissection dream.. )
pterosaur: (💮To be living with the living?)
[Open to anyone. This is the drowning-dream.]

You’re flying over a dark, heaving sea on long, golden-purple wings.

The sky is gray. You can’t see the sun or any shore, and it’s getting darker, and you’re tiring. There are no thermals here. The air is unnaturally still, no friendly breezes to help you along. You’re beating your wings in a ragged pattern - once, twice, then a few seconds of gliding before you dip too low and flap again.

Cut for length, not rating. )

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