I was six years old when I first had the dream, and I have not had it in a very long time.
Last night I had it again.
The beach of bones. The boiling water that did not burn. The skulls weeping water through their empty eyes, and the cave in the mountains with its red light breathing in the dark, and the call like a thousand blades inside my head.
I always wake from it screaming.
This morning I woke without a sound, and with the feeling that I had forgotten something far worse than the dream.
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"Up, up, lazy cur. Elric, I say, wake up!"
I woke with a headache that felt like the inside of my skull had been replaced with broken glass.
The pain was immediate, absolute, and the world swam in and out of focus as I tried to sit up. My hand went to my forehead, and I felt sweat, cold, clammy sweat on my skin.
