A Far-Flung Corner of a Distant Dream/Text Variations

Success

Airs	Description
1	A flight of purple doves, moving from left to right. They dissolve, and you drift back into deeper sleep.
2	A toad, squatting at the foot of your bed. It watches you while you drift back into deeper sleep.
3	An owl, scooping down upon unseen prey. With it, darkness descends; your dreams move on.
4	A feast. Suckling pig. Roast potatoes. Vegetables of colours your eyes refuse to cooperate in seeing. A goat, its belly aching to be split open. You hold the knife. You hold the knife.
5	A stork with a spear clutched in its bill. It flies towards you with wicked intent, but breaks upon you like a wave. You turn, and your dream moves on.
6	A cat, perched alone upon a distant hill. The scene dissolves, and you drift back into deeper sleep.
7	The scent of jasmine. Musk. Patchouli. Deeper now. Deeper into dreams.
8	The strop, the blade, the cut. Deeper now. Deeper into dream.
9	A spider, each leg the size of a tree trunk. No – truly a tree trunk, each hair a branch.

Failure

Airs	Description
1	A peal of thunder. Thunder, thunder thunder. Always thunder, but never lightning.
2	A woodpecker. It alights upon your leg, and drums deep into the flesh of your thigh.
3	A feeling in the back of your throat. An enlarging, like you cannot contain what lies within. A sense of dread and insufficiency and becoming.
4	An ocean of bone sherds, rising up to drown you. You sit up abruptly, sweating. Your bed it hard and lumpy as you try to fall back asleep.
5	The sound of worms, burrowing in the soil. Deeper. Deeper down. Listen to them, lapping up what someone sought to bury. Soon, it will be as if their secrets never were. But the worms know. They remember.
6	—irror within a mirror within a mirror withi—
?	Do you remember your mother? Was that her scent? Were those her teeth?