Jim Moriarty (
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paradisalogs2012-10-08 05:10 pm
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Sweet dreams are made of these
Who: Jim Moriarty and You
What: Nightmares
When: Last days of the nightmare plot
Where: Moriartys subconscious
Rating: PG13...R at the very most.
You wake up in what appears to be a village. A very old fashioned village that looks like something out of a fairy tale. The ominous black clouds hanging overhead give the building a distorted feel to them. There is the smell of rain in the air and the streets look completely deserted.
In the distance you can also hear what appears to be a nursery rhyme being recited in the background by a soft voice.
Pat a cake, Pat a cake, baker's man
Bake me a cake as fast as you can;
Pat it and prick it and mark it with a 'B',
And put it in the oven for Baby and me.
The owner of this dream does indeed have a strong obsession with Fairy tales. Want to try to find him?
What: Nightmares
When: Last days of the nightmare plot
Where: Moriartys subconscious
Rating: PG13...R at the very most.
You wake up in what appears to be a village. A very old fashioned village that looks like something out of a fairy tale. The ominous black clouds hanging overhead give the building a distorted feel to them. There is the smell of rain in the air and the streets look completely deserted.
In the distance you can also hear what appears to be a nursery rhyme being recited in the background by a soft voice.
Pat a cake, Pat a cake, baker's man
Bake me a cake as fast as you can;
Pat it and prick it and mark it with a 'B',
And put it in the oven for Baby and me.
The owner of this dream does indeed have a strong obsession with Fairy tales. Want to try to find him?