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[doeswhathewants]

[It's a sleep rumpled Loki, sitting up in bed, the NV floating in front of his face.]

One would think that by literally kicking the sandman in his sack- by 'the sandman' I mean Nightmare and by 'his sack' I mean his newly forged magic crown- that I would be granted a reprieve from terrible dreams and given only the good kind involving magic and all of the shaken milk I could drink.

Terrance, when next you speak to your father, do inform him of the wonderful Midgardian invention called a dance belt. With his penchant for tight, sparkly jumpsuits, it was rather like a hitchhiker's thumb, and a second navel.

Loki out!

Comments

[worldhaditsway]

I guess it could be worse. My nightmares have a body count. [Cringe]

[doeswhathewants]

Things you really did?

[worldhaditsway]

Yeah. And things I would've done, if I hadn't ended up here. Guess you can't really escape what you are, even when you're a better-adjusted person.

[doeswhathewants]

I suppose not. The one that committed all of the atrocities I dream about is dead, but the evil that he did lingers yet and is taken out on me. Some fresh start.

[worldhaditsway]

At least you know it wasn't you and almost everyone else here does too. Bad dreams aside, it counts for something, doesn't it?

[doeswhathewants]

Other people do not seem to think so.

And I think it is important that you are trying to control yourself and not do those things. Even if you do not think so, I can tell you that it does.

[worldhaditsway]

Well, that's other people. [She ducks her head a bit.]

Thanks, Loki.