In this horrordream I drifted from images of simple souls trapped in horrortableaux to dark things that lived there of their own accord. As I drifted from one character to the next, some part of my mind said (In that silent dream speech you never hear, but immediately understand):
These are your possible futures. After all, your future is in your hands, but your hands are frail, and incapable. Your lot lies with this grim deck. You will bleed into this minor arcana.
THE FAMILY MAN.
THE RENAISSANCE MAN.
THE RECLUSE.
SLOTH.
THE MUSICIAN.
THE THINKER.
THE CHRONIC MASTURBATOR.
THE SENTINEL.And then it ended.
