Nights

This is the second time this week an evil twin of Dan's pops up and tries to kill us all.
I was lifted off my feet and thrown across the room, landing on the couch. The back of my head crunched into the glass table. Having 'officially' been knocked unconscious and taken out of the game, I saw the dream change from first to third person perpective.

An advantage to writing in third person perspective - you are a god. No-one can touch you. When I was a kid I could conjure up mountains off which to jump, or creep into a ball and cover my eyes, ears, nose and hold my breath. If you die, or lose consciousness of what is happening around you, you wake up. By proxy. Then you grow up and somewhere along the line, that freedom of choice is taken away from you. Doesn't mean that you don't darn well try. In waking and in sleeping state.

Blasting A Perfect Circle's "Blue" off Thirteenth step.

Olé.