Dark. Too dark for children.
Yet here they were, crossing beneath the uptown cliff toward home.
"We need to move faster." One whispers, the group pressed together in the cold of night.
"We're almost downtown, it's fine."
"The Laughing Man will find us." Another whimpers, clutching her older sister's hand.
"The Laughing Man?"
"Yeah - he's a ghost and lives in the shack up there."
Heh..heheehe heheh.... heheh..
Another dream I had.... the only visual I recall is this glow from a shack on a cliff, reminiscent of the uptown/downtown topography of the city I live in.