You saw the dreaming girl in the center of the city;
when she dreams, the city changes.
You also saw when someone tried to stop it with a bullet;
now she only makes nightmares.
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In this dream, there was a young girl in a machine of some sort. She seemed comatose.
Her nervous father, a military man, and a series of scientists watched from behind glass. His father didn't trust this kind of thing, but if it gave his daughter a chance at happiness, he would.
This machine was a marvel. She slept in this machine, and the room she was in became a thing of dreams. Massive flowers, friendly animals. An avatar of the girl outside the machine, flying about, unhindered, a fairy in her domain. I was happy for her. I was happy for her father. The gruff, hairy man smiled.
It didn't last long. The room shattered. The dream "dripped" out. Room by room, the girl's dream converted reality into her own making. Living creatures that entered the dream were "converted". She didn't mean to. She wasn't conscious of it. She was so happy. The building collapses into a sea of beautiful flowers and giant butterflies.
Thee world was going fast. A bullet flew from somewhere outside her realm of influence, and half of her head was gone.
She didn't die. She didn't understand. This was her dream. What was this pain? What was this horror? She saw now. This wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare.
Walls crumbled. Ground became pits to who knows where. Skyscrapers, previously turned into massive flowers, became gnarled hands. The sky rained with blood.
She saw something that made her falter. Her father, body broken, crying for his daughter. Why? Why was this nightmare so cruel? Wasn't there something she could do? The world could tear itself apart, and she would be content, but she wouldn't let a nightmare make her watch her father cry. She approached. Begs him, Please, don't cry for me. It's only a nightmare, and will soon be over.
The quivering man hugs his daughter. Her nightmarish skin burns his. All he has a knife. It's only a nightmare, but it will last forever if he lets it.
But he loves her more than the world.
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