Running errands, the tattoos on her hands, the symbols. I ask. Her reply, I do not know what they mean, I just liked them.
A flash back, she walked down the hallway, away from the room, hands to the wall, slowly, gently grazing her fingers against the wall, raising her arms up… An accidental syncing. A non purposeful demonic ritual. The walls, her tattoos, maybe it was purposeful? It can’t be undone.
A music show, radio city? My brother senses something is wrong, it’s not the same.
The ceilings are damp, and droplets of water are dripping from the fabriced ceilings. The ground is squishy and the upper decks are a buzz. There is a nervous tension here.
No more recall, just a big
Boom and awaking to the sounds of thunder and a roommate whispering.
There was a dog or a pig, It could jump very high and very far, and I am pretty sure I was on its back as it travelled through the scenes of my shifting mind.