#dreaming

At least!

THey come to the gate

One can try to get off the silver to bypass the gate... but it stays locked on the silver as Lovecraft gets closer

Brown Dog wags, and a green light clicks on and it starts to open for him

Lovecraft hops on his back and will attempt to ride through

The dog moves forward and starts to get through, but then it senses love craft and starts to lower with a 'err err' sound

Then Brown Dog, either in a fit of sneaky he doesn't normally have, or a moment of protection, grabs Lovecraft off his back, and dangles her.... see, this is not a naught lister, the dog seems to say. It is a chew toy.

DEMORALIZING as this is, Lovecraft notices it seems to be working. THe light turns green again

In a supreme effort of spent WP, she dangles.

and does NOT rip up the dog's nose, deserving as it may be

And Brown Dog trots them both through. He even looks ready to toss her and catch again, but now past that protection, Lovecraft need not tolerate THAT

He gets a swat on the nose, but in deference, it is soft-pawed.

The dog wags but doesn't try to grab her again

In the distance, they see the North Pole. His name is Ryszard, he's from Krakow. He motions them to keep going to the REAL North Pole. he gets this a lot

🎼
Symon wasn't simple, and he never was a pieman, he was guile and he was
smart and not ashamed of lying, oh he lied to himself for quite a long
time, and lied even to his heart. Then came a girl so tall and blue and
she got in his heart. Oh she shouldn't have fit she was way too big, yet
into the hole there she went. And Symon felt whole and his joy it
swole, and what did he do he freaked. Love is scary when you're the one
who does the scaring. Love is frightening, when you're the one who
frights. For Symon, he was trying, but love came by and snuggled him so
tight! so despairing, for it took all despair. So surprising, was this
even fair? lost his cool, lost his senses? no he gained so much by
swinging for the fences. He reached higher than he's ever reached
before. He climbed up, to one he adored. while he's the sluagh and
dagmar is the troll, he's never been happier than when she squirmed in
his soul! Oh he stumbled, tried to hide, the love was mislabeled for a
time. But now he's rising, like a vulture on the winds, lovely at
flying, even if some think they're ugly as sin. Feeding on the carrion
of the sad soul he was before, he's devoured the misery and love it
makes him sore! Oh Symon, hang onto these heights! You're not alone, in
the starless nights. You got heartbeat, in additon to your own. A love
so grand it's even getting sung here by this stone! 🎼

THe Pole swats away, "Blasted Fickle winds of dreaming KNOW I can never remember the lyrics"