... I wonder about that. Magic always seemed like something wonderful...
[The dream fades, and returns. No longer is it a fantastic world, but it's a crowded building... A bank?]
When I was really little, I was out with my family. I don't remember it well... where we were going, or why we had stopped there... but, at the bank...
[Sounds of gunshots, and shouting. A man in a mask holds a small child at gunpoint- Voice distorted, to the point where it sounds more like the roaring of a monster. Demands for money. A car. Threatening that child to stop crying.
The dream's perspective is difficult to understand if one isn't familiar with dreams. It's simultaneously something watched from outside... and from inside, from the perspective of the child. At least, it's obvious who the child is.]
cw: gun violence
[The dream fades, and returns. No longer is it a fantastic world, but it's a crowded building... A bank?]
When I was really little, I was out with my family. I don't remember it well... where we were going, or why we had stopped there... but, at the bank...
[Sounds of gunshots, and shouting. A man in a mask holds a small child at gunpoint- Voice distorted, to the point where it sounds more like the roaring of a monster. Demands for money. A car. Threatening that child to stop crying.
The dream's perspective is difficult to understand if one isn't familiar with dreams. It's simultaneously something watched from outside... and from inside, from the perspective of the child. At least, it's obvious who the child is.]