I preferred that my bad dreams be vague.
Last night, I had that dream again. I dreamt I had to take a test, in a Dairy Queen, on another planet.
But my gloom did not lessen. I knew that I'd had a bad dream, and I stood in the dark trying to recollect it. The second I closed my eyes, I was with the dead. They did things words cannot express. They spoke madness. ("Hanka")
I try to dream about peaceful things, beaches, that is what I cannot understand. Why are they chasing me?
I'm your nightmare. Did you think you were done with nightmares, now you've become one?
It was one of the occasions when Lymond asleep wrecked the peace of mind of more people than Lymond awake.
A scene should be selected by the writer for haunted-ness-of-mind interest. If you're not haunted by something, as by a dream, a vision, or a memory, which are involuntary, you're not interested or even involved.
I suffer from and enjoy an incredibly vivid dream life. A lot of times there is a sort of narrative, and other times they are just funhouses of non-linear imagery and other scary stuff.
My sleep wasn't peaceful, though. I have the sense of emerging from a world of dark, haunted places where I traveled alone.
