DREAMPOST: sweet dreams are made of imeeji

[marsascending]

Who: sleepy idols 💤
Where: your dreams
When: 238 night

[ it's been a while. hhhhhhow's all this stuff going for your subconscious, imeeji? ]

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[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Ah, finally a dream in a comfortable, normal setting.

Minus the shrieking though. Looks like someone is having a bad case of belated ethics.]

Not having fun playing god? It's not as easy as it looks on TV, you know.

[deicider]

Cato looks abruptly pissed rather than hysterical. "What the hell would you know about it?"

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Excellent. He's still got it.]

I know that you can't choke at the finish line. You should have thought about that long before now.

[deicider]

"How dare you! I've thought about it every day!"

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then fix your mistakes. If you really believe them to be mistakes.

[deicider]

"I can't - I can't fix anything!"

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Just... sighs.]

Your Frankenstein really that much of a problem for you?

[Pointing to the form under the sheet]