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	Coraline Dreams.		Coraline Dreams.

	~~: ''In the~~ dream, the insects are roaring. The world is a field of green, surrounding you in thick shrubbery, level to your hips, soft, bristling, wet. The roaring is the trees around, lush and tall, full of fronds and hanging vines. The roaring is the cliffs ahead, slick and glistening. The roaring is the waterfall, torrential, towering, falling down, down, down, up into the mists above, its edge highlighted only by the glow of the sky. And more above. Layer cake. Towering mountains, roaring beneath the giant grasping hands of frothy white, reaching out in fingers.		<div class="dream">

	~~: ''The trolls~~ are ~~in the trees~~. ~~You're running~~, you ~~have~~ to, ~~running to the end of the field~~, ~~toward the fingers~~, the ~~one side not bounded by~~ trees. ~~Here~~ the ~~mist~~ is ~~thickest~~, ~~floating into your arms and face~~, ~~trickling~~ down ~~your clothes~~, ~~and the precipice comes up suddenly~~, ~~looming~~, ~~reaching~~ up ~~as you jump~~, in the ~~one brief moment~~ of ~~weightlessness before~~ the ~~world remembers its rules~~.		In the dream, the insects are roaring. The world is a field of green, surrounding you in thick shrubbery, level to your hips, soft, bristling, wet. The roaring is the trees around, lush and tall, full of fronds and hanging vines. The roaring is the cliffs ahead, slick and glistening. The roaring is the waterfall, torrential, towering, falling down, down, down, up into the mists above, its edge highlighted only by the glow of the sky. And more above. Layer cake. Towering mountains, roaring beneath the giant grasping hands of frothy white, reaching out in fingers.

	~~: ''And then you're falling~~. You're ~~wet~~, ~~deaf~~, ~~and falling~~, ~~cliffs rushing past~~, ~~hills making strange spires, spearing~~ the mist~~. Everything~~ is ~~bright~~, ~~glowing~~, ~~but the falling doesn't stop. It's clearest here. The wrist below is reaching. The palm is outstretched. Twisting. Gleaming. You reach out with~~ your ~~own hand~~, and ~~it's a match~~, ~~precise and exacting. Hand for hand. Palm for palm~~.		The trolls are in the trees. You're running, you have to, running to the end of the field, toward the fingers, the one side not bounded by trees. Here the mist is thickest, floating into your arms and face, trickling down your clothes, and the precipice comes up suddenly, looming, reaching up as you jump, in the one brief moment of weightlessness before the world remembers its rules.

	: ''~~And then~~ it ~~hits you~~.		And then you're falling. You're wet, deaf, and falling, cliffs rushing past, hills making strange spires, spearing the mist. Everything is bright, glowing, but the falling doesn't stop. It's clearest here. The wrist below is reaching. The palm is outstretched. Twisting. Gleaming. You reach out with your own hand, and it's a match, precise and exacting. Hand for hand. Palm for palm.

	~~: ''You're standing at the shore, the water lapping hungrily at your feet. You're so close now. You can feel~~ it~~. You just have to keep going, and not fall. The small river stones shift and warble as~~ you step tentatively along the shore, grinding them against each other. The ground is hollow, the water clear and green and blue. The lush foliage hangs back overhead, dripping, whispering, warning. Shapes loom in the shadows.		And then it hits you.

	: ''~~Trolls~~.		You're standing at the shore, the water lapping hungrily at your feet. You're so close now. You can feel it. You just have to keep going, and not fall. The small river stones shift and warble as you step tentatively along the shore, grinding them against each other. The ground is hollow, the water clear and green and blue. The lush foliage hangs back overhead, dripping, whispering, warning. Shapes loom in the shadows.

	~~: ''No~~.		Trolls.

	~~: ''You're tired of running. You turn back to the trees, dark and green, full of shivering shadows~~.		No.

	: '~~'The~~ trees ~~shiver~~, ~~rustling~~.		You're tired of running. You turn back to the trees, dark and green, full of shivering shadows.

	~~: ''They aren't~~ trees.		The trees shiver, rustling.

	: ''You're running, fleeing the shivers, bounding from rocks to logs, slipping, scraping, flitting past. The waterfall looms, a single finger, roaring, shifting, fading into a memory of a memory, greyer than green. Its torrent slows, and the other fingers too fall silent. There is only the one. The one. ~~The~~		They aren't trees.

	: ''A single ~~frond of fern trails across your arm~~, ~~depositing beads~~ of ~~wetness in~~ a ~~red smear~~, ~~painting like a maiden's hair~~. ~~You stretch it out~~ and the ~~pattern shifts, changing, writing~~. ~~Hello World~~.		You're running, fleeing the shivers, bounding from rocks to logs, slipping, scraping, flitting past. The waterfall looms, a single finger, roaring, shifting, fading into a memory of a memory, greyer than green. Its torrent slows, and the other fingers too fall silent. There is only the one. The one. The

	: '~~'The river narrows~~. ~~The cliffs are covered in ferns~~, ~~in clumps and tangles~~.		A single frond of fern trails across your arm, depositing beads of wetness in a red smear, painting like a maiden's hair. You stretch it out and the pattern shifts, changing, writing. Hello World.

	~~: ''You step onto the water, and it ripples outward with each footfall, building crossing patterns behind and before. Step, step, step~~. The ~~narrow~~ cliffs are ~~a corridor~~, ~~dark, echoing. Silent, as the sky closes overhead. Straight, as the ripples cease. Dark, as the chatter rises to a scream~~.		The river narrows. The cliffs are covered in ferns, in clumps and tangles.

	~~: ''A door~~, ~~vast~~ and ~~grand~~, ~~looms out of~~ the ~~gloom ahead~~, as the ~~dream begins~~ to ~~fade~~.		You step onto the water, and it ripples outward with each footfall, building crossing patterns behind and before. Step, step, step. The narrow cliffs are a corridor, dark, echoing. Silent, as the sky closes overhead. Straight, as the ripples cease. Dark, as the chatter rises to a scream.

	~~: ''You need~~ to ~~get to it, you need..~~.		A door, vast and grand, looms out of the gloom ahead, as the dream begins to fade.

	~~: ''~~And then it's gone.		You need to get to it, you need...

			And then it's gone.

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