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I was a nanny for a rich woman. Her child was a brat and she mistreated me as if I was a slave. So one night after the child was asleep, I snuck out. Or tried to. Her grown son, who was at home after completing his recent business degree, was up late and caught me. My mind shifts past that scene, anxious to get away.

The world is foggy outside as it's now morning. At some point I end up flying and exploring this new city. It's dark and twisted and there's a perpetual setting sun in the distance, but the light never reaches us. I realize that the son had followed me, and could fly as well. I couldn't much escape him, and lose altitude. The people on the ground ignore me and refuse to help me, acting as if I don't exist. I manage to fly back up, but lose control very high, and fall.

The dream shifts now. I wake up on the ground, broken and bruised, but alive. I shouldn't be alive. I look to my side, and there's a Loatheb priest there, redirecting the energy of life. I get angry, thinking they had killed someone to bring me back as a ghoul, to put me back in this pain, but they hadn't. They used another form of "bioremediation" as the dream called it-I hit the ground first, over the man following me. I died first. They stole the life of the man and put it into me. A simple transfer of energy that Loatheb wouldn't notice: the net overall was the same. One dead, one alive.

Only we both should have died, so gaming the system here messed things up a bit. I wasn't completely dead when I hit, not at first, and the priest acted too quickly. There still was some energy left in me, so not all the energy of the man transferred over. This left him as a ghost.

Turns out, he was also a follower of Xellototh. I just had to piss off one of those. Goddammit. Godammit so much.

He haunted me. He followed me. Our energies were mixed, and he wanted his portion back. I stayed at a tall hotel in the city. It was quiet in my room, with a black and orange coloring. It rained outside. I looked down at the distance and imagined how horrible it would be to fall again, when I felt myself drift out the window.

I pulled myself back in, frightened, then saw his reflection in the fogged up glass. He was tormenting me. Trying to influence me to go insane, to kill myself so he could steal the energy back. A friend visited my hotel, a potential lover, and as we sat on opposite sides of the bed, the door burst open and I had two choices:
*Throw myself in front of my friend, saving him but killing me and allowing the ghost to take his energy back.

*Allow him to kill my friend in front of me, which would just destroy me. He was my only ally.

There was a third choice, but it involved something I couldn't do, so it really wasn't much of a choice. I could tell Loatheb and get everyone in trouble and invoke him to set things right: kill us both as it should have been before. But I wasn't his priest in this dream.