[ as soon as the vision starts the tentacles all ease their grip, as if, like her, memorized by the nightmare. she takes shuddering breath after shuddering breath, her mouth dropping open as she tries to make sense of what the fuck. ]

[ there's a strange disconnect between reality right now, because that could happen, should happen, and... would be happening if raven wasn't standing five feet away, right? right?! ]

[ she opens her mouth, but for a moment she can't speak. or maybe that's just because her brain has yet to catch up with her. ] Raven, watch me, watch us, please.