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I began to wonder how long I'd only had on one sock.

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Going to sleep is always scary for me.but always brings on visions, and theyre not sugar plums. Often its war, sometimes famine, other times its outbreak of viruses. Rarely is it good. But the good is what I fear, because the bad dreams mean the bad is ending. Good dreams mean the good things are diminishing. Death means Life, Sickness means Health, War means Peace. These backwards prophecy-dreams made me less than valuable to the Monetary. Of course I never wanted to be a part of their Warrior Fleet. I only want to be normal. To sleep and truly rest. But I have been burdened by the Future in Reverse.

Then came the in between dreams. Hunger and Gluttony, Freezing and Burning, Colored and Colorless. It was the war between Peace and Chaos. Neither one winning over the other. Everything at once.

This, again, is what I had to suffer through for the night.

It started same as before.

Peace

Calm

No problems

But one spark ignites the image. Fire and terror erupt from within me. Problems for another time and world flood my mind. Its all going at once. The panic and the peace. The excitement and the mundane. Everything is crashing and being built up. All I can do is watch and yell.

And then

me feet are cold. Looking down I began to wonder how long I'd only had on one sock.

What did this mean? What could the socks symbolize? All I knew was that it was not good.