Dreamt last night I had super powers in a rustic village of people with same.
We were attacked by blurred creatures in the main hall and some of us flew away to tree tops at the edge of the clearing.
Hundreds of feet up, I noticed hatchet marks left from when we were kids and the trees, saplings.
Now old and dying, the trees had been infiltrated with glowing pink worms, and dry rot had set in.
The worms multiplied even as I watched - writhing and pulsing, fascinating and repulsing - and I edged away until there was no more room.
Then pushed off.
We were attacked by blurred creatures in the main hall and some of us flew away to tree tops at the edge of the clearing.
Hundreds of feet up, I noticed hatchet marks left from when we were kids and the trees, saplings.
Now old and dying, the trees had been infiltrated with glowing pink worms, and dry rot had set in.
The worms multiplied even as I watched - writhing and pulsing, fascinating and repulsing - and I edged away until there was no more room.
Then pushed off.
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