The only type of dream that anyone in this predicament could have.

Chapter 104

She dreamed a dream, of that there was no doubt.

Chapter 105

However, the dream of millions of facts and books, being punched, doused, and then burned as high as the sky (or her when she has the extra bits) was beautiful.

Chapter 106

However, then the problem came.

Chapter 107

Facts pushed the glory out.

Chapter 108

Boring mundane facts.

Chapter 109

About what?

Chapter 110

Only the most horrible, frightening, boring thing ever.

Chapter 111

So there she sat in her dream, thinking only about how paint may have dried for nine hours.

Chapter 112

Twilight woke up screaming.

Chapter 113

She couldn’t take it, she had to know.

Chapter 114

It would haunt her until she died.

Chapter 115

The bookstore manager was glad to see her, but not so glad as every book was ripped from its shelving.

Chapter 116

Finally, she had it back in her possession, and she was going to READ IT!

Chapter 117

And there she sat, for hours, reading about how paint dried.