I guess it was too much to hope that I'd somehow be immune from the Dreams that seem to be hitting the residents of Orange County. I went from dreaming about Fettes College and my normal weird dream fare to something entirely different altogether.
I thought it was just some fancy imagination tricks at first, creating another world, a land called Cintra and a series of islands - like the outer Hebrides - collectively known as the Skellige Isles. I mean, there's monsters there, sirens and werewolves and harpies... But I don't know, I dreamed of growing up spending summers on the Isles and winters back at home in Cintra with my parents and grandmother. That wasn't so bad, I suppose.
But last night- last night my grandmother (in the dreams, of course) got the news that my parents had set sail from Skellige and were lost in a place called the Sedna Abyss, in some freak storm that had blown in and utterly destroyed their ship. In my dreams, I was barely five if even that old.
It made me think of my actual parents. I lost them, too, before I was five. I haven't thought about them for years.
I need a fucking drink. Recommendations of places to go?