dreamscape

King shrugged and looked back at Harlen. "Please tell me you have a plan. Because my baby girl really likes to color with me.

Or_ maybe I__ not going crazy. __aybe I__ some sort of android-cyborg-clone-thing, and I__ just breaking down.I__ not sure which way is worse.Dad laughs. __ou__e not in your right mind, dear,_ he says. __o, no, no, you__e not.__nd then___ilence.Dad fades away. The reverie chair disappears.There__ just blackness. I remember then that I am in the reverie of something dead. Whatever that thing was, it was dead.And, just as I__ starting to wonder if, perhaps, I have died, too, I see a light, far away in the corner of the dreamscape. The light isn__ soft; it__ not glowing. It crackles like silent lightning, burning with electricity, sparks flying out and fizzling in the dark.I don__ know why__t makes no sense, the way dreams often don____ut I want to touch the light.So I do.

As the dreamscape around me grows clearer, I slip further away from it. The mind is a magical thing, I__ discovering. A dreamscape is made of thought and is wider than the sky, able to grow large enough to fit not just our own world, but every possibility and impossibility beyond it. Once I quit thinking of it as being forced into the laws of physics, it__ easy to manipulate the dreamscape into anything I want. I don__ know how I know all this, no more than I understand how I know things when I dream. I just do.I throw up my hand, and a wall rises between the orange grove and me. Behind the wall, I start creating the world I need in Representative Belles__ mind.

He's a nightmare," she said. "I can be, too." Rook answered, his red eyes glowing. "Just try me.

Even dead he won't let me go!" "Third time's the charm.

There is no reason for any of this if we don't survive." Vince reached out and ran a hand through her long hair. "Ah, love. That's where you're wrong. As long as we do what we're meant to do, it doesn't really matter if we survive or not.

Red light flickered behind her closed eyelids, and when she opened them, she discovered that they were surrounded by flames. Let it burn.... His sleek brow wrinkled, and he shook his head. Poor man looked conflicted, which was an interesting expression on a nightmare. "Your city is on fire." She smiled languidly. "Ain't it grand?