Trigger warning: Mentions of abuse.

Kinkajous Dream
So many colours.
Grey isn't a colour. Thick plumes of smoke rise from the kaleidoscopic state of the dream.
Follow them, the dream says.
A path opens up between shards of neon. Winding through a dragonets talon-painting. The smoke gets bigger, just. Nearer.
Everything around her turns to smoke.
A face. Pike. Raking his claws down Tamarins face. Hitting her. Snarling at her. Maybe she is better off dead, not having to live with that maniac. Marry him.
The shards of colours shudder and recoil, as more memories surface.
The dream likes to think Tamarin is better off now.
But who really knows?
The grey begins to smother everything. The confusing web of colours is shrouded in mist. The memories grow darker.
Who really knows anything?
Who?
The dream ends here.

Turtles Dream
Waves. Wind. Water.
Waves. Wind. Water.
Waves. Wind. Water.
Feet. Tickling.
Fish. Colourful. Weaving. Talons.
Thoughts. Memories. Reflections. Water. Shallows.
Death.
Tamarin.
Darkness. Clouds. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Struggling. Drowning.
Slow. Saving. Fault. Mine.
Tamarin.
Pain. Longing. Loss.
Apology. Useless.
Tamarin.
Tears.
Sunlight. Shaft. Hope. Small.
Swimming.
Tamarin.
Shallows. Water. Reflections. Memories. Thoughts.
Talons. Weaving. Colourful. Fish.
Tickling. Feet.
Water. Wind. Waves.
Water. Wind. Waves.
Water. Wind. Waves.
Tamarin.
The dream ends here.

Moons Dream
A thousand futures end in an instant, and a million are reborn at once.
They all fall away in dreams. The waking and the dreaming are no different. Prophecy after prophecy fills the crevices of the mind. Twisted visions, fragments of predictions. A real wedding. It was stored in the back of the mind, but it fell away in an instant.
A ring slipping onto a claw. One's own claw, not another. Vision changed in an instant.
Instants. When combined, what do they really make? Just a handful of years to carry out our lives, in which we are meant to make something. Mean something.
Instants, all wasted in hundreds of years. Years, gone in thousands of instants.
Visions and prophecy's that fall with the years, and the changing of the tides.
Death is instantaneous. Life is quite literally insignificant.
What does it all mean, if we are awash like grains of sands in the beach we call life?
What did her demise mean, if there are still billions of grains of sands left? Why does it matter?
The dream ends here.

Stardust's dream
Stars.

.....

And the moon.

Deserts.

And sand.

A beach. A beach of stars.

One star blinks out.

Others dim briefly, before relighting.

All across the beach, stars dim and relight.

Two went out today.

One light went out....because of me.

Stars. And the moon.

......

I think that's right.

The dream ends here.

Anemones Dream
Hello?
It looks like...our house.
It's night. The sky is dark, but some stars blink in and out. No moons are visible.
Anyone home? Tamarin?
A light inside is glimmering. A vague shadow moves around, tending to something.
I'm coming inside...
Behind the door, the mysterious shadow is in the the lit part of the cosy home, before the shadow bumbles around the corner. 
You're not...Tamarin.
No. Hello, Princess.
The shadow, now Pike, grins.
You're dead.
And you're dreaming, Princess.
Everything spins with a head shake.
How do you...know that?
I know everything, Princess.
The shadow-Pike smiles eerily.
The dragonet killed you.
Maybe. But a part of me will always live on in you. You'll never forget me. You'll see me many more times before you die.
The light dimmed. Maybe because he was telling the truth.
But I gave you the worst punishment. Death.
But I haven't been punished. I will always come back, I will always be a constant presence in your life, and I will always still be alive, whether I'm buried or a King. You will never be able to kill me in a way that matters, in a way that stops me from coming back again to the minds of everyone else.
In a way, you've given me the greatest gift of all.
The dream ends here.

Tamarins final thoughts.
The endless black water pooled around her, choking the life out of her. The surface was long gone. All the lights had gone out.
Hope had died in the deep. There was no way out.
Anemone would never know how much she loved her. She would never feel her embrace again. Wake up in the morning with her burning breakfast. Kiss her. Listen to her dolphin giggle. Watch the sunset.
It's over, then.
Is all she amounted to her final moments? Did nothing matter after all?
No. She did matter. Because she had lived. The forest is not defined by it's tallest tree, but every one around it. The memories are not defined by the last ones, but by all the ones that came before it.
Anemone still loves her. She still loves Anemone. They both know it.
But just one, final time.
I love you.
Then all the air fades into the water, and she sinks towards the bottom, smiling, because she lived.

That was a roller coaster to write so I hope you enjoyed (it took forever). Sorry about the anticlimactic end in the last chapter, although I hope the angst level was satisfactory.
The final chapter of Anemarin will be released soon-ish (when I have time to write, so could be tomorrow, who knows).
Stay safe-
Amethyst