Per 
So… now that I'm home and recovering from surgery, I can finally talk about this. It's been weeks since it first happened and it's been happening every night since. I need to get this out while I'm able.
I've been having this dream lately. I'm alone in a dark forest in my white coat. I can only see my breath in the air in front of me. I'm standing in a very small clearing, grass under my bare feet. It's completely silent, not even my feet snapping twigs on the forest floor make a sound. I hear something walk towards me. Something huge, yet light on its feet. Thick, strong oak trees seem to sway to the side to make way for the unknown beast. A large hand plants itself into the dirt, clutching the damp grass under its long fingers. A pair of glowing, yellow eyes stare down at me from eight feet above. It then speaks to me. A low, rumbling voice, like an earthquake speaking to a city on the eve of its destruction.
"You are dooming your loved ones," the creature spoke to me, "what you know will be what kills you."
Then I wake up. Every night, I wake up at that exact moment, crying and sweating.
This can't be some sort of normal nightmare. This has to be anomalous.
I'm going to ask Mauve about this tomorrow.
So I tried talking about my dream to Mauve, but the second I tried to mention the hand in the clearing, she grabbed both my wrists to stop me from signing.
"Are you fucking crazy!?" She hissed at me through gritted teeth.
I tried my best to sign "I'm sorry."
"Come on," Mauve pulled my wrists down the hallway, "we need to talk about this somewhere else."
Mauve took me in the elevator to the third floor, where all the O5 offices are. What I assumed to be a very high-ranking researcher stopped us in our tracks.
"Mauve, what are you doing with Harte?" He barked at her.
"One of the O5s requested to see us regarding SCP-9438, sir."
The researcher glared at Mauve, then at me, then back at Mauve. "Which O5, Mauve?"
Mauve and I glanced nervously at each other before she shrugged and said, "ionno, sir."
"That's right." The researcher places his hand on Mauve's shoulder for an uncomfortably long time. "Good girl."
As he walked away, I saw Mauve shudder. I tapped her shoulder and placed the back of my wrists together, unfurling my left fist and sliding it up to the crook of my right arm.
"Yeah," Mauve snickered, "he is fucking creepy."
Mauve and I reached an office door. She reached into her pocket and retrieved a keyring. She quickly unlocked the door and pushed me into the room, locking the door behind her. Frantically, she searched the room for hidden bugs, placed a piece of duct tape on both the security camera on the ceiling and her laptop camera, and pushed me into her coat closet. I fell back into the arms of a spare white lab coat covered in what smelled like tinny, long-dried blood. Mauve slid into the closet after me and closed the door, reaching up to her shelves to search for more bugs.
"Sorry, I've been procrastinating on my dry cleaning for a few days. I was on clean up duty for SCP… oh, never mind. Hold on…" Mauve's voice strained as she stood on the toes of her black flats like a pointe dancer. "A-HA! Son of a bitch!"
She pulled a small device out from a cardboard box on the very top shelf. As quickly as she found it, she crushed the bug between her thumb and forefinger with a small electric spark. Throwing the device's remains into the trash can next to her desk, she shut the closet door and turned on a night light.
"You can see me, right?" Mauve signed to me.
"Yes, what's wrong?" I replied.
"I think I've been having the exact same dream, Milo."
"Are you sure?"
"Describe your dream from the start to when you woke up."
I begin to rack my brain. "So I'm wearing my lab coat without shoes on."
"Yes…"
"It's the middle of the night and I'm standing in a forest. It's freezing cold to the point where…"
"…you can see your breath, right?"
"Exactly."
"Well, don't stop there, Milo!"
"Okay… I'm standing in a forest clearing."
"Was there a tree stump behind you? About a foot and a half tall?"
"Now that I think about it… there was!"
"Was it an oak stump?"
"Yes! It had to be, the rest of the trees in the forest were oak trees."
"What happens next?"
"It's completely silent until I hear something walk towards me—"
"Something huge, but light on its feet…?"
"Yes! Yes, exactly!! The trees seemed to move…"
"…And the hand reached out and clutched the dirt."
"It was so tall and had yellow, glowing eyes. It had a deep, deep voice, and it said…"
"You are dooming your loved ones," Mauve and I signed in unison, "what you know will be what kills you."
I stood up and sprinted out of the closet, falling to my knees onto the carpet. I held my mouth in petrified fear. Mauve walked out after me, placing her hand on my back.
"Hey…" she sighed, "this is really bothering you, huh…"
I nodded slowly.
"How's your tongue?" Mauve smiled kindly.
"My what?" I signed.
Mauve pointed to her mouth and extended two fingers forward, the sign for "tongue."
Once I realized what she said, I opened my mouth and showed her my new, swollen, two-toned tongue. The border between a sickly lavender and salmon pink was separated by a series of sutures.
"How long will it be until you'll be able to speak?" Mauve asked.
I shrugged. "A month or so?"
"Well," Mauve said as she stood up and walked to her desk. "I'm assigning you to SCP-765 for the next few days to get your mind off things. SCP-9438 has been requesting a trip outside, so I'm allowing you to take her with you. I'll let the guards posted know so they don't think you're smuggling an SCP out of containment."
I smiled. I had never been to the duck pond, so maybe it could get my mind off things.
