Perchance to dream

The nightmares were… horrible. The nightmares have been bad in general, but they’ve gone from bad to worse. I dreamt I was the black spiral dancer, crucified upside down, and being… defiled. Again and again. My sternum was cracked open as the mage… the Nephandus kept my heart beating. Blood all over my face and…

Ugh. No rest. No rest at all.

( Samantha still doesn't get it. )

I worked through the night, until I fell asleep from exhaustion. There it was again, the Nephandic ritual, being enacted in my head, with me as the centerpiece. The things that bastard did to me in my sleep…

The things he carved in my face…

( Less dark avenues of research )

I headed back to the lake, and slept again. Sleep was… horrible. I dreamed about the third ritual she described. My body, broke across a pyramid shaped rock, my belly cut open as the will worker pulled out loop after loop of intestines… while other things emerged from my split belly…

( Copperhead knows. She knows too much. )

Well, I can deal with it later. Now, what I really need is more ‘rest.'