“Their spirits float around in those little vapours Jamie, surrounded by the collected thoughts that make up their dreams. Coming to someone in their dreams isn't about changing their thoughts or looking into their minds. It's about introducing your spirit to that Little cloud of thoughts and then saying hello to theirs. Whilst it's true that you can tell a lot about a person by doing this, what you get rarely makes sense, since they have little control over what those swirling thoughts are up to. Of course we could change their dreams any way we saw fit but your dreams can't be so easily modified." Allison explained.

It was at this point Jamie noticed the feint cloud swirling about above his own head. It was a great deal more difficult to see than Sonya's or

Gwendolyn's. He also noticed that it was absent of the little flickering light. Guessing that the light within the cloud signified the spirit was present he guessed that his spirit wasn’t in his dreams because it was here with Allison instead. You couldn't have two spirits at once after all.

“Of course the actual nature of such things is much more complicated but your mind is now much more powerful than you know and has little trouble making sense of things for you whilst your consciousness plays catch up. So instead of invading your thoughts I coaxed your spirit up here. It came very happily and of its own free will." Allison finished.

“I wonder why that might be." Jamie asked idly as his hands lifted to rest on her firm bottom. He didn't understand a Lot of what Allison had said but enough had sunk in for him to feel a little more comfortable that she wasn't flitting about in his head.

“Probably because I'm irresistible." She said sagely.

"Probably." He agreed.

“Hey what's with Gwen?"

The reason he'd asked this was because the little cloud of Gwen's dreams had suddenly turned very dark and the Little glow of her spirit within had begun to move about frantically. The body of the woman gave a little murmur of discomfort and he saw her try to hug herself closer to his body. He felt the squeeze she was giving his body and his features frowned in concern.

“Oh she's having a nightmare, the poor love. She's got a lot on her mind you know Jamie." Allison said, turning her head to look at the cloudy window.

“Well can't we do something about it? It Looks horrible." Jamie asked.

“Of course darling." Allison said in an understanding tone.

“Concentrate on the dream as you would if you were reading her mind and send us there." She instructed.

Jamie did as he was told.

Gwendolyn was running for her life, the laughs of her co-workers mutated into screeching wails all around her. The Lumbering monster her once loyal husband had changed into was closing in on her. She could smell the foul stench of its breath in the air and wondered how things had gone so wrong. Stumbling over the cracked ground beneath her feet she fell and immediately the beast was upon her.

The harsh sandpapery feel of its rough skin was painful in itself as its hands clamped around her wrists. More hands started to grab and claw away her clothing. Each time they touched her she felt a deep deathly chill run through her body. All around her the screeching shadows formed leering faces. Her old boss, the interviewers she'd cried in front of, hell even the secretary were all jeering the naked woman.

“He's gonna fuck you up"

“Worthless bitch"

"Pathetic"

“Waste of fuck flesh."