Alexius opened his sickly yellow eyes and slowly turned a circle in the dream.
It was an office with crisp white walls and cubicles. The dreamer was in his desk but wasn't working, he was making small model robots with his son who was next to him. Alexius moved forward, his exposed arms leaving twin trails of blood drops behind him as he moved. Stepping up to the cubical the shadow tilted his head, the blood running from his nose leaving a slanted line as it changed the direction it ran, then Alexius turned his head once more and looked down an empty hall this time. There was a dull sound akin to the world turning and the hallway grew long and distant, lights flickering and dimming in a second. He turned toward another hall and repeated the change. Again and again until the man's cubical sat at an intersection of four endless dark hallways. Windows flickered with red lightning that gave only the briefest flashes of the world outside.
Then the ghost stepped into the cubical and vanished. The small boy next to his father got a far away look in his eyes and asked a single question. "Why is the sky angry?" A single statement that put the father on edge. After all, he had been having nightmares every night and they all started with that same question. Why was the sky angry? The man turned away from his son and looked out the cubical into the hall seeing it stretch on forever dark and foreboding, when the flash of red was visible he tensed and looked for his son to protect him. But the boy was gone and the father was alone. The rumble of the sky dull but growing slightly louder.
Alexius looked down at the hallways like a gameboard displayed in front of him. His eyes grew brighter for just a second as the man started to run down a hallway and the board moved with him, the cubical fading into the darkness and the hallway extending on and on. Even if the man ran back he wouldn't return from where he came. This was Alexius' nightmare now.
7d6: 3 + 2 + 6 + 3 + 5 + 1 + 5
1d6: 3
3 passes = complete success