[pre-Jaunt mingle] It's that time again

[capital_asset]

Now that everything seems to be proceeding as normal again, it's apparently also time for prophetic nightmares. Last night I dreamt of running through dusty streets past crumbling buildings, knowing that I was being hunted and that calling for help would reveal me to whatever was pursuing me. My vision was obscured by clouds of dust, and the ground was shaking badly, and there was a definite sense that whatever was chasing me was an impossible and overwhelming foe.

Given the current state of Liminal Space, it was less than comforting.