Someone should come to the lake with me.
Not a big fan of water, otherwise I’d tag along.
Have you been trying the tricks I gave you?
I’m trying, Henry. I even got the monkey, and the candle. But the dreams are so real. I can’t get rid of them.
I never want to fall asleep ever again.
I—-well. I know it’s not possible to really melt someone in our reality, but in my dreams the…you know. It’s probably just nothing, a coincidence. I—I think I need to go get some air.
Are you okay? Did I say something to upset you?
don’t remember that rush of joy.
Wait. Melting? It almost feels like you’re melting? What…what makes you melt? Do you know?
Melting, yes. Why? I mean, this is going to sound crazy and actually it kind of is because logically this wouldn’t make a person melt… to my knowledge. It’s just a bucket full of water.
No…no I wasn’t. I can’t remember who was being hunted. It was someone I knew, though. Or felt like I knew. And I knew they didn’t deserve to be hunted. So it wasn’t just frightening it was also stressful. I started grinding my teeth.
That’s awful. I’ve been having dreams like that too, actually. I mean, not with the witch hunt exactly, but I have dreams that I sink into the floor, and it’s almost like I’m melting. But someone ends up pulling me from a door and I’m safe. But even though that’s the case, I’m always running from something and leaving someone important behind…
Tell me about it, those nightmares were terrifying. I felt like I couldn’t even say what I thought in those.
I can imagine how something like that might be frightening. But you weren’t the one being hunted, were you?
Bubbles are seeping into my dreams now. I guess they’re better than the dreams about emerald cities and witch hunts.
…You’re dreaming about witch hunts? That’s bizarre.