I can’t tell you who I dreamed about.

Last night when you let me sleep in the bathtub I dreamed about…him again.

I remember something about him. I remember him having long and blue hair. And being younger. And telling me stories.

I remember I had a brother.

I remember I lost my brother.

I remember this man tried to hurt me.

When I go any deeper than that — and sometimes I do — I just see his horrible face.

I don’t always dream about him and it’s been a long time.

I never want to see him again.

I never want to think of him again.

What is the Komodo dragon woman’s name?

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Claire (darktyme.com)

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