[Solo] Dreams imitating life (Fiend)

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Fiend snuggled into Goosebumps, his steadfast spectral owlcat a constant companion. While summer brought on warmer weather, they still cuddled to sleep most nights. Gently whuffling as to not display Goosebump's fur, Fiend fell into deep slumber and dreamed of honey and climbing trees.

Except the tree kept on shaking, but Fiend knew he had to go to the top. Something important was up there waiting for me and it was imperative that he succeed in his journey. When he was shaken off and fell to the ground, he climbed up once more. However, when he reached up, his paws had wickedly long claws. These were not hooves or paws he was used to, but found that the length of the claws gave his paws much needed purchase as he ascended the thick, furry tree. What, awake Fiend would normally comment on how trees do not have fur or rather should not. And it's not like it was black moss. He knew what that was. nor was it an expansive mushroom even though it was definitely soft like one. To check, he smushed his face into the warm tree and inhaled. Hrm, definitely musky. Up and up he climbed only to be shaken off and fall once more. It was an impossible climb and it seemed like the tree was laughing at him, taunting so. Fiend could not see much which was weird. He was blind in this dream, but with urgency climbed once more.

it seemed familiar but he could not place the time and event. Tongue sticking out slightly, he ascended and when sweat threatened to fall down from his brow, he rubbed his face onto his much furrier arms, the claws digging in fiercely so that he would not fall. And just like the previous times, he fell down again, but this time he heard a familiar laugh. Memory tugged at his thoughts. He was becoming increasingly frustrated. He was in a nightmare.

Fiend stopped his climbing. He met a buck recently named Nightmare. And the buck had four... four thieves. Furry, long-clawed thieves who loved apples. Fiend stared into his own clawed paws and tried to remember hard if they had the same looking paws. He looked at the tall tree, its form swaying and musty. He could not see the top but he had a feeling if he could, smooth sun bleached bone would greet him. The smell should have been his first club. Hah!

Fiend understood this dream now and just as he made the connection, the four thieves came out to play. He rolled around with them, they shared fruit, and although they had all that they want, the mischievous glint in their eyes was shared among them all. they began their climb with no stronger urge than to annoy the tall tree. For all the shaking, Fiend heard the laugh underneath. It was a fun game they played and now that he was clued in, he continued the climb and the tumble, stealing more apples to make up for last time- in the real waking world.