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Video; I Feel My Nightmares Watching Me
[It's a random day of the week and two o'clock in the morning. Therefore, it's time for, as someone once put it, Ushahin's philosopher's hour. The lights are dim and Ushahin is lying flat on his back on one of the beds in his house. The phone is propped up near him. He's got something in his hands, a pale looking stone carving that is mostly hidden by the fingers closed in upon it.
He's been thinking quite a bit since he was brought back from the dead. His double had caused him to reevaluate some of his previous behavior. Perhaps he's treated some of those around him rather poorly. Well, there's nothing but time here, and always a chance to make amends.]
This place is frightfully full of nightmares. I mean that quite literally. I've never met such a group of people where the night terrors come upon them without provocation. Every night, nothing but tossing and turning amongst you all. That used to be my job.
[He sits up, fingers uncovering the rhios stone he has cupped in his palms. There's three figures carved into it. The one on the left is a long-haired man, stern looking, and with lines around his mouth that suggest he's older than the twenty-eights years he is. This is Tanaros, the commander of Satoris' army. There's anger flashing in his eyes that the carver was able to perfectly capture. The middle figure is Ushahin, his broken features captured starkly, with an unfocused, dreamy look in his eyes as he stares out towards whoever is holding the figurine. The one on the right is an older man in his forties, fat and with a long beard, his close-set eyes looking shrewd as if he's ready to make a bargain. Vorax, the last of the three, and the one who kept supplies for Satoris.]
I'm sure you've all grown frightfully tired of them. So I will make you a deal, fellow denizens. Tell me one of your nightmares and I will exchange it for a better dream. That's fair enough, is it not?
He's been thinking quite a bit since he was brought back from the dead. His double had caused him to reevaluate some of his previous behavior. Perhaps he's treated some of those around him rather poorly. Well, there's nothing but time here, and always a chance to make amends.]
This place is frightfully full of nightmares. I mean that quite literally. I've never met such a group of people where the night terrors come upon them without provocation. Every night, nothing but tossing and turning amongst you all. That used to be my job.
[He sits up, fingers uncovering the rhios stone he has cupped in his palms. There's three figures carved into it. The one on the left is a long-haired man, stern looking, and with lines around his mouth that suggest he's older than the twenty-eights years he is. This is Tanaros, the commander of Satoris' army. There's anger flashing in his eyes that the carver was able to perfectly capture. The middle figure is Ushahin, his broken features captured starkly, with an unfocused, dreamy look in his eyes as he stares out towards whoever is holding the figurine. The one on the right is an older man in his forties, fat and with a long beard, his close-set eyes looking shrewd as if he's ready to make a bargain. Vorax, the last of the three, and the one who kept supplies for Satoris.]
I'm sure you've all grown frightfully tired of them. So I will make you a deal, fellow denizens. Tell me one of your nightmares and I will exchange it for a better dream. That's fair enough, is it not?
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Soon, he's in that in-between space, where he can sense all the dreaming minds around him. He heads for Shadow's, walking down a long road, brushing away the darkness that threatens to invade his friend's mind. Not tonight. When he finds himself inside the dream, he calls out.]
Shadow?
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[Ushahin notices the change in Shadow's dreams. It doesn't perturb the half-man in the slightest. People's minds often drift subconsciously to what they know best. They've both been in the caves a long time now. At least he still can see everyone's faces clearly. When he forgets those, then Ushahin will worry.
He basks in the sunlight. Such a shame they're stuck underground in the real world. If only they could see the sky, it might make it all a little bit easier to bear. He can feel his stamp upon the dream, a subtle feeling that keeps the nightmare from invading. When he sees Shadow, he smiles his crooked grin, and waves his good hand.]
Not all of us are as fast as you. I had some things that warranted being taken care of before I came.
[Namely, trading nightmares for good dreams, and showing off a certain adorable sleeping hedgehog to at least of the respondents.]
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[Ushahin conjures up the wolf pup Raxus that had been here with him many months ago from dreamstuff. It bounces around his feet the way he had in life. He had rather liked that month and wouldn't have been adverse if the gods brought them all back.]
Yes. It occurred to me I have not treated everyone here in the best way. My double showed me that all too clearly. So I have to make amends.
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[Ushahin picked up the wriggling pup, who gnawed a little on his hands.]
It does. I am striving for better, since good so often seems to be beyond my reach.
[He considers the question carefully.]
I believe people can, but it requires a force of will most do not possess. It is so easy to get into a rut and stay that way.
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[It's as honest an answer as he can give. He's been as he is for so long that sometimes trying to change seems like an uphill battle. But it was better than becoming stagnant, choosing to wither away into nothingness because he couldn't adapt to his surrounding.]
All I can do is try.