kajarainbow

I dreamt that I was a fictional princess-lamia, of many colors, who liked being stroked in her filesystems (particularly in the dangerous, root-system-spots). The guy playing the game that had her ended up drawn into her world, which was suspiciously like something from a video game. And the princess-lamia had a very severe problem, which required stretching out to her full body's length, so that her white body-part was emerging, because normally when it's another color that's the front, it's someone else. But the final solution was frighteningly dramatic: she had to cut off the front half of her own white part, and stretch out even further, until the white part was pulled off, exposing a blood-strained clear underlying tube. And the astounding, frightening thing was that this was a direct channel beyond even the layer of the guy-playing-the-game, right up to me, the problem was well beyond any normal scope of theirs. I ended up waking up and trying to mentally beam to them... a solution that was vague to me at the time, but it was, I think, right. O.o