Dream Clip (Peter)

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Smoke coated the inside of Peter's nostrils, making breathing quite a difficult matter indeed. Smoke and ash surrounded him, obscuring his view of everything that was not within six feet of him in every direction. Ash rained down on him from above, and it coated everything that did come within his view with eerie greyness. His eyes were red and they stung, and Peter had to keep them trained on the concrete at his feet with his eyes opened no wider than tiny slits. His lungs laboured with the lack of fresh air, and everywhere around him he could hear Things in the distance. Moving. Breathing. Rumbling. Watching him.

( Welcome to my Nightmare )

Dream Clip (Peter)

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Smoke coated the inside of Peter's nostrils, making breathing quite a difficult matter indeed. Smoke and ash surrounded him, obscuring his view of everything that was not within six feet of him in every direction. Ash rained down on him from above, and it coated everything that did come within his view with eerie greyness. His eyes were red and they stung, and Peter had to keep them trained on the concrete at his feet with his eyes opened no wider than tiny slits. His lungs laboured with the lack of fresh air, and everywhere around him he could hear Things in the distance. Moving. Breathing. Rumbling. Watching him.

( Welcome to my Nightmare )