Talk:Dream

"In the display cases of the impossible museum, I always see an apple white as snow and hard as marble. A golden beetle in a stern box. A coy geometry awaiting my touch. A black envelope bursting with spring. A brass opera-box for instruments of record and measure. A storm in a tin. I always wake before I see the aisle's end."

- Dreaming with Health and getting a Glimmering.

Nightmare: The Cleansing Dawn
"Now I can slough off my flesh, patch by patch, tugging the tendons free like fibers picked from teeth. My skin lies like a shredded blanket. The sun heaves itself above the horizon with a triumphant battle-yell. The light falls like acid on my naked bones. Pain wakes me. My bones will throb for days."

- Dreaming with Reason and getting Fascination.