Nope! It's the one where the monster has managed to grab her and is trying to squeeze the life out of her.

Ack!

Is it the one where she can break free with some sort of heroic strength? Or is it the one where she slowly succumbs with absolute terror to the fact that she will die because she is being actively crushed?

She does have heroic strength! Just not enough to stop the demon. Her vision slowly blackens...

...and she's back in that tent, looking at the girl who is/isn't her.

And she's gasping for breath, even if she doesn't feel like she physically needs it, because what the hell.

Then she remembers what was here the last time, causing her to try to look around – goddammit, she is not going to fall prey to another demon in her stupid dream.

She turns around—

She is/isn't the girl—

She isn't/is the girl—

She is the girl, tied down by forces not of this world, watching and hearing the chanting outside, seeing the eldritch shadows cast by the dancing flames and men, twisting into nightmarish shapes that twirl around each other in unholy union.

She screams.

Or she at least tries to, because what the fuck.

Even the strength of her screams is sapped from her, and all she seems to be able to do is whimper and moan weakly as she watches the ceremony reach a crescendo.

Well that is what she will do. Because maybe, just maybe, this will get something through to them about how ungodly and abominatorial that is. This is, quite possibly, worse than her previous dream. At least there all she had to worry about was the fact that she was dying, not that the world would get ravaged by monsters.

Or whatever the hell that ritual is doing.

The shadows continue to move in unnatural patterns until they merge into a single, monstrous/amorphous thing, and that thing walks toward the tent, a huge claw making its way to the flap—

– and this is her cue to run, right? Except she can't, because she's busy being horribly weak and not quite succeeding in her screaming.

She tries even harder anyway. Maybe if she screams shrilly enough, it'll stop and be repelled.

Nope! The—thing—whatever-it-is, gets inside the tent. She can't see it, but she has a sense that it doesn't want to be there any more than she does. The chanting continues outside as the undefinable thing approaches her, slowly, inexorably.

This is not okay, oh my god, is there any, any possible way that she could escape? She's not picky! She is, however, starting to hyperventilate, as much as she can while weakened like this.

The screaming is a bit more like a pathetic whimpering right now.

The creature is on her now, and then it's in her, joining with her body and soul. It is quite a painful process, but as it happens she starts regaining her strength and—

It's morning.

And it turns out she can scream much more effectively when she's awake, but she cuts it off pretty quickly by burying her head into her pillow.

This is not okay. That is possibly the worst understatement she has ever made, but this is not okay.

The world seems awfully insensitive to her plight, what with continuing to spin and sunlight shining through the gaps of her blinds.

It indeed does, but that's okay, because she will get to it in a second.

Right now, she is busy. And it is also a Saturday. She does not need to get up until she absolutely wants to.

She indeed does not, so she could perhaps try to catch some more sleep.

She… is not sure that's the best idea, because the sun is up and she has things to do and she aaaalso kinda hates everything right now…

But then again, that's a reason to go back to sleep. Her eyes are kinda painful.

Okay, she's decided to go back to sleep.

As soon as she starts drifting off she sees the non-creature again behind her eyelids, the searing pain of merging with it pulsating through her body and jolting her awake.

This time, she does not scream, she just breathes in and out heavily, trying to keep herself calm.

Stupid, annoying dream.

She thinks she is still tired enough that she'll try going to sleep again, because it's unlikely she'll have yet another nightmare, and she is really tired, so she lies there for a bit, tossing and turning and trying to get to sleep, and will finally start to drift off again.

Boo!

For fuck's sake.

Right. That's it. She gets up because she is not going to get back to sleep, obviously, and she will just have to go about her day in a bad mood.

Stupid thing.

She has various texts to reply to! Including an almost play-by-play recounting of the night at the Bronze, courtesy of Brittany, who by the end of the string of texts seems to be convinced that Sadde is bizarre but may be coming around to the "cute boys kissing is hot" point of view.

Uuuuugh.

Uuuuuugh.

Okay, well, she'll just send a quick text back that she… knew she was right? That she… is glad that Brittany has come around? That she… is… um.

She doesn't know. Eh. She'll just basically say 'cool' but with more words so it doesn't seem like a snub.

Breakfast time! Woo. While she feels like she's going to fall asleep into her bowl of cereal. Even more woo.

Brittany sends a text in a nonchalant tone with the hidden message of "I sure hope those cute boys will be at the party and make out."

Verity is thinking about confronting Janet about what her deal is.

Erik is wondering if Eva will go to the party.