Dictated

[lightbranded]

 [Will awakes slowly and stares up at the ceiling.  There had been a dream, and perhaps even more than a dream.  He was quite sure of that.  But the details fled from his memory even as he tried to clutch onto them.

Only one thing remained.  A part, a piece of a rhyme. And the certainty that it must be told.

Slowly he begins reciting it to the journal in a quiet singsong voice, almost  sounding like he was reciting a children's rhyme.]

Looking in windows, knocking on doors,
They need to take seven and they might take yours.

Comments

[honeytoes]

[Well that sends a shiver down his spine.

It sounds like something he'd heard during some of the various scenarios he'd orchestrated over the years]

Well that's umm...catchy?

[lightbranded]

There is meaning to these words, I think.

[Will's voice no longer spoke in the singsong tones, but there was a grave solemnity to it. He could recognize the feel of a prophecy.]

[honeytoes]

Something tells me it's not exactly part of a beloved childrens nursery rhyme.

[mal_addict]

...Well, that doesn't sound ominous at all.

[lightbranded]

A curious thing to come into ones dream, isn't it?

[mal_addict]

Even more so considering where we live.

Sorry, not sorry

[wizard_redfive]

[Up in Dairine's room, Spot is musing over his own new fragments of data. Parsing them will be difficult, as Someone does not seem to give everything away. He almost wishes They would, since Dairine keeps pacing around, her nerves making him worry too. Spot, still at the journal, stares at the words being written on the page. Then suddenly, he answers back with new verses.]

Can't call to mom, can't say a word,
You're gonna die screaming but you won't be heard.

[Dairine whips around, already at her wits end.]

SPOT, IF YOU DON'T STOP WITH THE POETRY, I SWEAR TO GOD, I WILL TAKE THAT JOURNAL AWAY OR SO HELP ME.

Never sorry

[lightbranded]

Dairine?

[Will was still in a rather dream-like state.]

What are you yelling at? That was the next part of the rhyme. I remember now.

[wizard_redfive]

Will?

[Oh shoot, her temper got the better of her again. Spot is giving her a rather apologetic but hurt look, so she scoops him up and holds him close.]

I'm sorry, buddy. I know it's not your fault.

Sorry. It's Spot, my Wizard's Manual. He's been doing stuff like this all day.

...Remember what?

Dictated

[putuporshutup]

[Meg stares at the journal cautiously. It takes a lot to creep her out, but that? That did it.]

Will? What... was that?

Re: Dictated

[lightbranded]

An important dream, I think.

[waterproofed]

[he stares at the journal. Yep, exact same words that were in his dream]

You had the same dream?

[lightbranded]

I do not know if it was the same dream, but those words came into my dreams just now. I thought they seemed important.

[hard_talker]

[it's not often people put verse in the journal, so this sticks out to Mark like a sore thumb. he skims the rest of the responses, and by the time he has, he's frowning]

... It's like everybody in that one trilogy said.

[lightbranded]

Trilogy? [Will's voice still sounded more than a little vague.]

[lord_wizard]

So you had that dream as well...

[lightbranded]

You as well, then?

[scaler]

[She would have skimmed past this, if not for the responses.]

That supposed to mean something to us?

[lightbranded]

It might and it might not. Words that come through dreams are like that sometimes. They mean nothing until the time is right.

[ensorceler]

I have not heard this song.

[ Maybe it's disturbing, but lots of songs are disturbing! If they're not about love then they're about death. ]

How might the rest of it sound?

[lightbranded]

I do not remember the rest. I heard it in my dream last night.

[dog_eat_dog]

Yeah, real cryptic. Seven what?

[lightbranded]

That's the question, isn't it?

[kungfuwitch]

[Oh no]

Seems like I'm not the only one who had a disturbing dream last night...

[lightbranded]

No, it seems like some version of this dream came to quite a few of us last night.