Austin does dream, but it’s nothing out of the norm. Screams, rooms with bleeding walls, vague snippets of conversations he may have overheard once in his life. The usual recurring nightmare of the man with no skin wandering around someone else’s home. A bonfire in the forest, surrounded by faceless people. A dream of zipping down a stretch of desert highway on his motorcycle, a billboard proclaiming PAPER MUSEUM REUNION TOUR looming high above him.
there are so many layers to this one. austin dreaming about “the usual” and it’s a bunch of fucked up nightmare fuel, walker getting mad at austin for having no sense of self preservation, a mysterious dog creature. i wonder where all this could lead? (i know where it leads and i’m excited)
there are so many layers to this one. austin dreaming about “the usual” and it’s a bunch of fucked up nightmare fuel, walker getting mad at austin for having no sense of self preservation, a mysterious dog creature. i wonder where all this could lead? (i know where it leads and i’m excited)