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I materialized on a street in my neighborhood.
Well, it looked like it could have been my neighborhood. There were brownstones everywhere.
And police cars.
And snow.
I looked around for the Somnient but didn't see it.
Instead, I saw the faceless onlookers cordoned off behind caution tape.
All around me were dead bodies. They covered the street.
Faceless dead.
Chewed to pieces by jagged teeth.
I bent down to examine one. A man in a winter coat, covered in blood.
Couldn't have been the Somnient.
These dead, as mauled as they were, could have only been dreamt.
Whoever this dreamer was, they were probably dreaming about the neighborhood invasion. I didn't know how anyone could sleep during an event like this.
I felt dream ether pulsating around me. Closing my eyes, I let it su
