I apologize for ending the last chapter so abruptly. The dream was so painful to try to recall* again that my fingers rebelled and would not put it on paper.**
I have now regained my composure and will continue where I left off:
The man (who remained unaware of his predicament) absorbed the crowy mist into his skin. Some subjective seconds passed before he suddenly stopped being a man and began a new life as a large murder-flavored pudding. The glow gradually dissipated and the flow of time resumed its previous manner of timeyness. I noticed a murder of crows fly past the window outside at a completely reasonable velocity. The only thing that had not returned to normal was the well-being of my customer.
And now, the joyful childlike squeal that I had merely sensed before from my feet was fully audible and all-encompassingly disturbing.
The dream was over.
Except it wasn’t. It had ended, but another dream immediately followed, showing me the next murder. And then I saw the one after that and so on and so on. I relived the murderous murders of my neighbors, my friends, my uncles, my aunts, my cousins, my one nephew, the postman, the dog-walker, Old Farmer Billiam from across town, Hezekiah the Bog Mower, Norman the Sidewalk-sitter, and finally the myriad mountainy men and women I came across that very murderous day.
After reliving the worst parts of the worst two weeks of my life in slow motion, I finally awoke and found that it still only 10:40 PM. There would be no more rest that night as I reflected on what I had just seen.
*You know how dreams usually disappear from your mind mind as soon as you wake up? This one wasn’t like that at all. I just don’t like thinking about it.
The Sloth People are not actually related to sloths or people, but are so named because they act somewhat like both. Like sloths, they spend much of their time eating, climbing, and sleeping in trees. Like humans, they have the capacity for communicating verbally. They think mostly about the daily needs of their slothful lives, but in all the time they spend resting, much deep philosophical pondering occurs. Such big ideas are expressed via complicated metaphors involving food and sleep.