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𝔦'𝔳𝔒 𝔑𝔲𝔀 𝔱𝔴𝔬 π”€π”―π”žπ”³π”’π”° 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔲𝔰




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𝔦'𝔳𝔒 𝔑𝔲𝔀 𝔱𝔴𝔬 π”€π”―π”žπ”³π”’π”° 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔲𝔰!

' it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live! '






























𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰!

It is said that in dreams we enter a world entirely of our own. But what if that isn't true?

What if your dreams are madness incarnate? An intricately weaved web of other peoples wants and wishes β€” haunting you're supposed sanctuary. There is no peace, no rest for the dreamwalkers.

What if you had been dreamwalking for as long as you could remember? An endless cycle of waking only to dread falling asleep again. A bottomless cavern widening between you and your sister, as the realisation that you could unwillingly see into her unconscious' deepest thoughts and desires struck her. Finally you think you've put it all behind you, closed the wretched door in your mind...

( PINCH YOURSELF AND SAY 'I AM AWAKE' ONCE AN HOUR.

LOOK AT YOUR HANDS. COUNT YOUR FINGERS.

LOOK AT THE CLOCK, LOOK AWAY, LOOK BACK.

COUNT YOUR BREATHS. RELAX.

CLOSE THE DOOR. )

...only for a new door to appear.

Only this door is not repulsive, not at first. It ensnares and entices until your hand is wrapped firmly around the handle and you're wondering where you are.

Wondering why you're palms are now clenched tightly into the soiled earth beneath you, as a boy holds out his porcelain hand to you. Wondering why you don't give him your hand, but your raw beating heart instead. Wondering why you're wearing a strangers face.

And wondering where is reality? Where is the dream?






π” π”žπ”°π”±!

' i think my brain is rotting in places.
i think my heart is ready to die! '

π”¨π”žπ”±π”¦π”’ π”‘π”¬π”²π”€π”©π”žπ”° β€”β€”β€” 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖆 𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖙






' the way somebody comes back,
but only in a dream! '

π”ͺπ”žπ”‘π”’π”©π”Άπ”« 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔒 β€”β€”β€” π–‰π–†π–—π–Žπ–†






&&

π”ͺπ”¦π”ž π”΄π”žπ”°π”¦π”¨π”¬π”΄π”°π”¨π”ž β€”β€”β€” 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆𝖍 𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖙
π”―π”¬π”Ÿπ”’π”―π”± 𝔰π”₯𝔒𝔒π”₯π”žπ”« β€”β€”β€” π–π–†π–Ž π–—π–”π–˜π–Žπ–Šπ–—
𝔠π”₯π”―π”¦π”°π”±π”¦π”žπ”« 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔰𝔬𝔫 & 𝔱𝔬π”ͺ π”₯𝔲𝔀π”₯𝔒𝔰 β€”β€”β€” 𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖔 π–—π–Žπ–‰π–‰π–‘π–Š











π”­π”©π”žπ”Άπ”©π”¦π”°π”±!

β€”β€” two birds on a wire
one says c'mon and the other says "i'm tired"

















After almost a year of not writing on here I am back!! Second year of uni just finished which means I actually have some time to get some writing done and I've been dying to write this for so long now. Though it's ended up being a mix of around 3-4 of my wip's and a bit of inspiration from Last Night in Soho and Behind Her Eyes.

I'm not really expecting many if any ppl to really read this but if anyone does happen to welcome and prepare for a WILD ride lmaoo.

disclaimer!
i do not own or claim any rights to the harry potter series, all credit belongs to the author of the series dobby the house elf. however mona, any other original characters and their plot lines do belong to me β€” so pls don't plagiarise bc it's rude.

trigger warnings!
blood, death, gore, nightmares,
swearing, violence, war, ect.






β€”summer

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