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[supraliminally]

WHAT ???
WHERE ???
WHEN day 24, evening - > overnight

[ You're having some weird dreams tonight, man. Dreams like you've never had before. Other people's dreams, even. Or your own dreams, but there are people there who don't belong. Maybe you don't even normally have dreams. Maybe you don't even remember falling asleep, maybe you don't even sleep at all, but here the fuck you are, having some weird-ass dreams. What's up with that? ]

(( OOC: I think you guys mostly know how these work, but just in case it's your first time, all you gotta do is write up a toplevel of whatever shit your character is dreaming and other characters can enter the dreamscape and do shit in it. Whether or not the dreamer or dream visitor remembers anything is up to you, whether or not any physical damage or whatever taken in the dream persists in 'reality' is up to you, basically do whatever you want, no rules just right outback dream factory. ))

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[punchiest]

[ Have you ever dreamed about a colosseium? Well, you are now. It's old and almost Roman-style. The smell of dust and blood, leather and metal. You're in the tunnel, ready to head out to fight.

And then this guy comes over and drapes an arm around your shoulders. ]

Heh, kind of impressive, isn't it?

[2beautiful2live]

[admittedly


it's really impressive.

though orga doesn't appear to be dressed to fight he's just in like dirty pants and a tank top so this may not bode well

he jumps a bit when some guy drapes over him]

A-...aa. It's amazing.

[supraliminally]

[ This dusty blood hole is the perfect place to wear a frilly nonsense dress, probably. Glancing up at this weird guy and smiling like this is all normal. ]

Not yet. I haven't had my turn, after all.

[cannonbeauty]

It's certainly different.

[ Different from the peaceful village where she grew up, anyway. While it's not quite her cup of tea, she's not going to frown on someone else's preferences, especially if it's someone she's just met. ]

[ahorseforgood]

[there's a garden in this dream - at least, there's nothing else it could be, though the plants and paths look so wild and natural that you could almost believe that it's a wilderness. it's autumn. the air is clear, but the light is honey-gold, poured over the changing colors of the leaves. birds chirp unafraid in the shrubbery.

if you wander through long enough, you find a clearing where ?Yfandes? is resting next to a dark, narrow brook; you can tell it's her, but she's unrecognizable by sight for a moment, only appearing as a strange brightness. then she's in the shape of the familiar white horse again.

all of that seems perfectly normal. it's so warm and peaceful here, it feels like it's crept into your bones.]

[cinnaponroll]

It's really nice here...

[Tsuzuki wanders down towards the brook where the horse is with a curious "hmm?"]

[conatus]

[its dark here, at least initially, though given enough time your eyes can start to adjust. the shape of the place seems to flicker in and out of place, cycling out of a few vague constructions before it settles on the form of an old, classically styled private library, shelves and banisters all aflame.

it's warm, but not uncomfortably so. it's almost soothing, making you want to lie down on the fine carpet and take a nap. there's also a possibly familiar looking man sitting on a couch, with a glass of wine, watching fire with an expression of disinterest, that you could maybe chat with?

[supraliminally]

[ it's a little disorienting, the sensation of waiting for her vision to adjust instead of just having perfect night vision. but that's what you get for fucking hopping around other peoples' dreams, probably!

anyway, some weirdo in a frilly dress is flopping right down onto that nice carpet and sprawling out. ]

Pass the wine, won't you?

[ghostfromthemachine]

[ tonight, on fucked up dreamscapes:

you're drowning.

there's no sudden shock of breaking through the surface; only the darkness of sleep bit by bit turning into darkness of the deep, the heaviness in your own limbs turning them into anchors as the weight of the water presses you down and steadily crushes the air out of your lungs. but—

you can see the surface. for all that it feels like you're far down, it doesn't look that far out of reach. if you keep struggling, if you keep fighting, then maybe you can break through to air. ]

[caughtbythecurrent]

[ah.

this feeling of breathlessness, of heaviness, of unbearable pressure...




it's nostalgic.]

[caughtbythecurrent]

[but this is different. he can escape, this time - it's only water, rather than the immovable solidity of her arms. and the pressure bearing down on him is only weight - there is no love for him here, as there had been in that precious, deadly embrace.

so he struggles, kicking and clawing against the swallowing water, towards the surface.]

[cw_suicide]

[so.

it's twilight.

you're in a HUGE office at what appears to be the top of a skyscraper building overlooking a port city--you can tell because this room is pretty much wall to wall glass. it's definitely something straight of some rich asshole's portfolio.

except the rich asshole is dead, bleeding facedown on the plush carpet.

a murder scene.

and the sun's setting fast--you know there's a time limit before something worse happens.]

[isfinetoo]

[Isn't there always

Approaches the body, crouching to check it out.]

[cinnaponroll]

[?!]

[stares for a moment in shock before kneeling and checking the body out]

[2beautiful2live]

[Why am I in some rich asshole's apartment.

Did I kill him.

Frowns and goes to inspect the body]

[selfidentitytheft]

What! What the fuck! Gross!?

[he's not going near a dead body EW



grabs some small and expensive knick-knack and chucks it at the body. maybe a nice stapler.]

[supraliminally]

[ gently nudges the body with her foot ]

[cannonbeauty]

[ attempts to administer first aid!!1 ]

[curatorrid]

[You're in a fancy, 1930s(?) sitting room — clearly belonging to a man of wealth. Possibly the extremely handsome man in his 30d sitting in the plush velvet armchair, a glass of wine in one hand, an untitled, leather-bound book in his lap. He's laughingly (a little mockingly) chiding Booth, who's standing awkwardly in front of him]

"You've gone and gotten yourself trapped, you know that? There's no leaving this place. You've already figured that one out. Fine for now, maybe — you've always been the sort of dog who's fine being kenneled as long as you're fed scraps. But-"

[He looks up abruptly at you and lifts a brow.]

"But it seems we've got guests?"

[selfidentitytheft]

[.............i am probably not supposed to be here.

ROLL WITH IT, double fingerguns]

Yo.

[selfidentitytheft]

[This dream is set somewhere familiar to you— maybe a street of shops in your hometown, maybe your workplace's lobby, maybe simply your own apartment here in Quiet Mounds.

But wherever it is, no matter how many people are normally there, tonight it's filled with foxes. Everywhere foxes. Foxes digging in the trash, foxes lounging on every flat surface, foxes running between your legs.

FOXES. EVERYWHERE.]

[cannonbeauty]

Oh my.

[ what if I want to cuddle them all? She's got cookies in her pocket, which probably isn't the healthiest thing to give them, but she'll set it down for them all the same. ]

[cannonbeauty]

[ There's the soft creak of propellers overhead and the rush of wind across the deck of a massive ship. Ah, but before you bust out the nautical pashmina afghan and the flippy-floppies, please take care: this vessel is sailing through a sea of clouds and there doesn't seem to be an ocean beneath it.

A long, dark haired girl is hanging clothes on a line strung from one of the masts, humming to herself. ]

[supraliminally]

[ Somehow one of those beach lounge chairs has appeared on the deck of your airship, and also some weirdo in a frilly dress has appeared on the lounge chair. She's sipping a drink and just chilling the fuck out on this lovely day. Enjoying the fresh air. ]

Ah, that is nice.

[nihilmancy]

[This is a dream about a cave. It's dark, but somehow you're able to make some things out- the wet gore smeared all over the stone, the blank staring of the corpses strewn in their dozens off into the distance.

From far away within the depths a voice is crying out, angry and choked with sobs. She sounds so far away, but the voice is very clear.]

Why won't anybody come to help me?!

[chasethedragon]

[ You're in a garden.

It's evidently the center of a mansion of some sort, surrounded on all sides by raised walkways that lead to halls and doors. A few rockwork structures pour water over them, out of the mouths of intricately carved fish and over the backs of turtles; lotus and other lily-type plants bloom en masse, leaving the air thick with sweet scent. Koi, goldfish, and some other fish species swim about them in their waterways, fearless and beautiful and fat with age. There's stepping stones, here and there, leaving on some paths where walkways and bridges do not, around cattails and bushes and small, ornate trees.

Tai is sitting on one of the raised walkways in robes just as ornate and beautiful as the ones he normally wears in QM, cup of tea in hand and a servant(this person feathered in places; their hair and extremities, all browns, creams, and blacks) sitting politely some feet behind him in waiting. His eyes are focused out over the pond, attentive but unconcerned.

A small child, a boy no more than six, is knelt near the edge in their own long-sleeved robes, reaching down into the water and laughing when the goldfish try to nibble at his fingers. ]

[cannonbeauty]

[ Jessica is naturally drawn to the child, as a big sister. Small children and bodies of water don't seem like a good combination. ]

Hey! Want to play with me over here?

[splashofbourbon]

[You find yourself in the middle of a desert. Only it's no desert you've every seen before. Instead of brush and cacti, there's giant slabs of concrete, twisted re-bar, smoldering from fires trapped between the wreckage and spattered here and there with blood from the lifeless, blue-uniformed bodies scattered in their midst.

The midday sun beats down on you from high overhead, leaving you parched, drenched in sweat.]

[mindinthegittern]

[what is happening right now.

well, even in a dream, the first thing Medren is going to do is try to find some shade or cover that isn't actually on fire.]