OOC: to all who might read this, you can read all about the events that led up to this story  at<br/><a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=19&amp;t=43316&amp;start=180">http://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=19&amp;t=43316&amp;start=180</a><br/><br/>DREAMWEAVER: REQUIEM<br/><br/>Germany, December 1939<br/><br/>The last thing Isolde remembered was the scorching flesh on her shoulder, the scent spiraling upward as the cigarette was pressed against her tender white skin. The last had been one injury too many and had she known anything of use to the Nazis would have enticed her to spill her guts. The only guts that had been spilled were the content of her stomach on the General’s shoes.<br/><br/>She had passed out and vaguely had memory of being yanked about, then dropped into an icy puddle, where she did not know. Warm hands had pressed against her limp body and a sensation of floating followed. Now she was weightless, floating in a feather bed with those warm hands caressing her damaged body. She heard the murmured voice of a man encouraging her to be well and reassuring her of her safety. Isolde slept.<br/><br/>As she slept, she heard the taunting chant,<br/><br/>Out of the mist walked the fire<br/>Burning, searing, scalding<br/>And became my heart.<br/>Out of the fire stomped despair<br/>Grinding, crushing, destroying<br/>And became my joy.<br/>Out of despair soared my desire<br/>Burning, searing, scalding<br/>And became my purpose.<br/>Out of my desire leaped my love<br/>Grinding, crushing, destroying<br/>And became my death.<br/><br/><br/>In her sleep, Isolde  had  dreams filled with blood and bondage and something elusive and sweet. A butterfly with its wings tore off. A sightless child wandering in the Elysian fields., Isolde saw a man, man or angel or demon, she didn’t know. Was he real or part of her dreams?  She heard soft words, caring in tone but surrounded by flames. Why couldn’t she wake up? Try as she might, she could not or would not. Sleep was her only refuge.