Vision Scape
He walks slowly through the dark, comes to a stop. Light shines from high above to create a round white spot. Pillars of some alien design mark the perimeter.
In the center is Her. Meditating, legs bent in a crouch… claws clasped together in prayer.
She opens her eyes and sees Him. She smiles that gentle reptilian smile; Her features soften; She is utterly desirable.
A sudden shadow. Soft fluttering. The falling darkness raises their sword high and drives it through.
She shudders. Life leaves Her. Claws drop; the head follows.
He looks into the Murderer's face. Silver hair. A soft smile. Draped in Black. A Son of Calamity.
(Squishy wakes with a start and sits upright in his bed, breathing loudly, a cold sweat making him clammy. Next to him, his saurian wife shifts awake as well, only in a more sluggish manner)
Sylvia: (Sleepy groans) What is it, Squishy?
Squishy: I, I had a nightmare.
Sylvia: Did it involve your father, or was it the one about Simon Peg again?
Squishy: No, neither. Something else.
Sylvia: Like what?
Squishy: …I can't remember.
Sylvia: Is that right? Well, that's probably for the best. You think you can go back to sleep?
Squishy: Yeah, I'm pretty sure.
Sylvia: Alright. (Snuggles under the sheets) Good night, honey.
(Silence. Squishy slowly lies back down, but with eyes wide open)
Squishy: (Whisper) What does it mean?