Just go with the dream, she told herself, it’s a far better place to be.
For what seemed like an endless moment, the game of Monopoly played on. Then she was somewhere else entirely. Somewhere that shimmered and blinked in odd hues and shades of everchanging color.
The Yawning Men’s ship.
In her dream she had somehow been transported to their ship. All around her, on the walls and the ceiling and the floors were raised, gelatinous polyps. And inside them she could see the kaleidoscope swirl of people’s stolen dreams.
She knew that soon her own dream would be sealed inside one of those polyps. Looking closer, she could see spidery, sinuous veins creeping out from the polyps in all directions. The ship seemed to pulse and throb, as if it were drawing energy from the dreams. Greedily devo
