Work

In theory, daemons don't need rest. But try starving for Dark Lord knows how long... For most of the night I just feed of her energy, until I feel I'm ready to tap into her dream. Dreams were always among my favorite tools, and now they are a necessity: They are simply easier to manipulate...

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You dream about work - which is hardly surprising considering how much of a workaholic you were lately. You dream about the next big project... The one announced yesterday... You dream of leading the team and taking praise for the success it turns out to be...

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Blah, blah, blah.

I can't understand a lot of things that happen in the dream, but it allows me to get to know my soon to be victim. What drives her? What is she afraid of? How does the world look like these days?

Well, it's quite clear that she's driven by professional success, whatever her profession is. It has to do with... Information? Entertainment? Doesn't matter. What matters is that she has a boss... An older looking gentleman, who's a very much father figure... But she's also set above some other men... Her "colleagues". In spite of her power over them, she cares deeply about their respect too...

The world around her seems... Perfect. Everything is clean, there's no indication of famine or malnourishment... Actually, almost all the woman are bustier than she is. I grin to myself. The world did change... What I remembered as being sizeable was nowadays small. And that opened possibilities...

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It was a very normal and very pleasant dream about work... Until something changed. You weren't sure what exactly...