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This is the dream sequence thread. Everyone in this thread is trapped in a world of their own idealized nostalgia world of their hearts desire.

Except for me, who is dead and living in the slums scrounging for money and surviving any way I can. Even if it means pleading with furries for mercy.

Sooo... tell me, what is your personal anti-spiral prison looking like today?

And more importantly, are you ready to look up at the light in the sky yet?



Also, P.S.:
NO, Blackraven, I haven't finished your commission yet.

My anti-spiral prison? Successful author, also married, with none of my pets or relatives dead, and coming to visit me now and then. I would also go to the nearest coffee shop now and then to chat up with some of my favourite artists and writers.

Also, welcome back. We were kind of dead there.

Hmm...

I never was one for nostalgia. Reminds me too much of funeral homes and graveyards. Too indulgent and far too close to gothic for my mindset.

The mansion on the hill never appealed to me. Too much like prisons in their sad ways. Same goes for wealth in retched excess.

I'll consider the possibilities.