<div align="center">(http://www.deannasrealm.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/dream_a_z.jpg)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Dream Space<br/><strong>Date</strong>: ? ? ?<br/><strong>Description</strong>: "This is a diary... of this thing right in between my ears." <br/></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=44765857)</div><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_u">ENTER</span><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Lily Kaufman<br/><strong>Time</strong>: ? ? ?<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: ? ? ?<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Lily stood before a wooden training dummy. Her hands flowed around the posts with graceful accuracy. Yet the dummy seemed insubstantial. It was fading away before her eyes. Now she was standing on a plush carpet. She looked up to see people all around. As the people flowed around the room she could see glimpses of a casket in the corner.<br/><br/>A woman in black sobbed beside it, and Lily knew the woman was the widow of the man in the casket. She moved across the room towards her. She desperately wanted to comfort her. As she broke through the crowd, she saw a familiar face. Buffy Summers. She'd been in Professor Caulfield's class. From across the room, Buffy returned her gaze and seemed to mirror her perplexed expression. It was a sort of understood communication between them that said 'why on earth are you in my dream?'<br/><br/>There was movement at the entrance to the room, and a very attractive boy walked in. He seemed instantly intent on the two girls. Neither of them seemed to find it odd that he had just split into two people. One of him walked over to Buffy, and the other approached Lily. Perhaps their lack of surprise was just relief that if there were two if him they wouldn't have to share.<br/><br/>His dark eyes seemed to pierce her - his wispy hair and rugged unshaven look made her weak in the knees. He touched her cheek. Was he going to kiss her? She'd never find out. A scream put an end to that possibility.<br/><br/>The man in the casket was sitting up, a grotesque and monstrous mask on his face. But it wasn't a mask at all. He'd become some sort of monster. Lily watched the scene as a series of photographs. Strobe-like snapshots of the woman running past. Fuzzy polaroids of the monster giving chase.<br/><br/>Once the feeling had worn off, she shared a nod with Buffy that meant "let's get him."<br/><br/>The floor felt like it was warping beneath their feet. There was a long hallway, with many doors. It had taken on the stench of a musty catacomb, and cobwebs hung from everywhere. One by one the two girls threw open all the doors. The reached the final door together and reached for the knob in unison. The door swung open before they could turn it.<br/><br/>Inside the monster was hunched over what remained of his wife. Without another thought, Lily and Buffy performed a tandem kick that sent him flying off the woman and into the back wall, but their show of force was too late. The widow was already dead.<br/><br/>-Fade to Black-<br/>