[ooc] The Dream
She was surrounded by bubbles.
Soft, shimmering spheres, floating all around her and bathing her in a beautiful rainbow light. They matched her dress, a gown encrusted with jewels. On top of her head she could feel a heavy crown, which most likely matched the snowflake pattern of the specter in her hand. No. Her wand. She glimmered from head to toe, like a star.
Surrounding her and the other tiny bubbles was one giant bubble, strong enough to carry her over a strange landscape of emerald green and ink black. How very tiny she felt, dancing across the odd surface--one tiny dot of light on a sea of green. The bubbles shimmered brilliantly. It was a beautiful prison.
As she floated on, the sea shifted. It rolled over itself in waves and became the sound of voices. Screeching. Rejoicing.
She's dead! She's dead! They cried Good news! She's dead, The wicked is dead!!
The sea became people. Tiny people. Dressed in green, with swords, with torches, with pitchforks. A mob. But she knew they wouldn't hurt her. They were a happy mob. Good news...
Look its her! Someone shouted. In the Eastern sky! She's here! Goodness is here!
The mob became excited, jumping for her, reaching to touch her; through she was safe from harm in her bubble. Hands pressed...they could see her but she had a hard time seeing them. They all looked the same. Bland and ordinary. Imperfect. Blood thirsty. Some carried knives, one had a noose. Several of them, curiously enough, had buckets of water.
The bubble floated on and the crowds followed her, singing her praises, waving their buckets high. When she finally tore her gaze away from them, she noticed that there were tears streaming down her face. She hadn't noticed before because each time a tear left her check, it turned into a bubble and floated away. She was surrounded by bubbles.
She's dead! The wickedest that there ever was and now goodness is here! Good news.
She continued to sob and the bubbles carried her away.