Corinna hadn't known how to react. She had puked after she woke up. She had rinsed her mouth out and shuddered in fear. Them went to the kitchen to fix some tea and distract herself.
"What blasphemy was that," she muttered to herself. That dream had been dark and twisted. Nothing she had ever dreamed of before had been so disturbing. She sat down by a window and stared out at the bay.
Then it hit her. The bay was the same place the boats had crossed only there was no gore here. She clamps a hand over her mouth and gulps in deeply trying to calm herself. It was just a dream.
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