Who: Ethan & John What: Imagine dreaming as another person dreams Where: Dreamscape When: Tuesday
He - Ethan - opened his eyes to the sight of a vapidly smiling face, gentle hands brushing away sweat-slick hair, the gentlest of voices telling him he was going to be fine. He'd fallen out of a window, did he remember? Yes, he remembered the window; he remembered the fall except he hadn't fallen, not really. It hadn't been as accidental as they made it out to be afterwards, but that didn't matter anymore.
What mattered was: why was he here again?
Ethan reached for the nurse's wrist to pull her hands away from him and his fingers closed around the hilt of a dagger. The hospital was gone, its bland, pastel walls replaced by dark, hard stone, the walls of a castle. A castle haunted by ghost of a murdered friend.
People were shouting, the sound of battle inside his castle. The dagger turned into a sword in Macbeth's blood-stained hand. His wife was dead-
"And soon you'll join her. They'll chop your head off, you parasite."