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lavender is sure that living is worse (lavishly) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-11-08 23:54:00

Entry tags:

character: anthony goldstein, character: lavender brown, character: luna lovegood, character: penelope clearwater, character: percy weasley, character: samara capper, character: theodore nott, dream database

Who: Anyone. Everyone.
What: Lavender wants to create a database of all the nightmares people have been having. This is where they are being sent. At the moment Lavender Brown is the only one with access to them.
When: Anytime after 11 a.m. on 2 November.
Notes: Please include date/time somewhere in comment. Also be sure to indicated if they are signed, anonymous and what level of anonymity (i.e. dictaquill versus handwritten but not signed or altered handwriting).

the database;
»» Lavender Brown. 2.11.03. Eaten by pixies.
»» Anonymous. 2.11.03. Teeth extraction.
»» Penelope Clearwater. 2.11.03. Finger amputation #1.
»» Luna Lovegood. 2.11.03. Evisceration.
»» Anonymous. 4.11.03. Finger amputation #2.
»» Anonymous. 5.11.03. Cannibalism.
»» Anonymous. 7.11.03. Lacerations & burning liquid.

NB: The database was stolen on 11 November around 2 a.m.

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Lavender Brown.

lavishly
2011-11-09 05:14 am UTC (link)

[transcribed on 2 November at 11:12 a.m. by Lavender Brown]

I was strapped down on a table of some sort, unable to really move at all, which is unpleasant enough. But then pixies - Cornish Pixies! - started to attack me and not just attack but eat me like I was some sort of meal. They just kept pecking away, taking bits of my skin. I don't know maybe even trying to eat me alive.

No matter how much I screamed they didn't stop. Never stopping. And I tried to get away, but there wasn't a thing I could do. I was trapped. Somewhere there was someone laughing, the sound made me sick to my stomach. Or maybe it was the fact they had nearly picked my right arm clean.

That was when I woke up all sorts of uneasy feeling, like my soul was wrong or something. I mean there are nightmares and then there was this. It was terrifying, but it wasn't my worst fear. Not really. It was the sort of thing that lingered the first time and still feels like it's lingering know, just hanging over me giving me all sorts of serious thoughts. I don't even really like thinking about it, but I can't stop thinking about it.

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