SLEEPING BEAUTIES: DREAM LOG

[yourkeepers]

Bewitched by the thorn's touch, you have been ensnared in the deepest of sleep. Fortunately for you, the world of Faerie doesn't end with the waking.

The world of your dreams is brighter now, more clear than you've ever witnessed it. You've been it before, you think, there fragments of yourself become reality. But now you are somehow more lucid in its presence, and it's more real - something you can reach out and touch.

You find yourself in this world, and you are not alone. Your dreams and those of other join at the edges, pulling into each other along similar threads.

And you are watched by something even greater.

Comments

[bloodand]

"...They're different places," he says after a moment of fighting with it, because it sounds right. The white marble bridge and the maroon and glowing gold below don't go together. "The place below... I don't think I ever saw it from anywhere but above."

Below, the machine in the center of the pathways (which looks not so much like a machine as a giant, floating stone tuning fork) begins to bob in place the way the record player feels like it should.

[nosentimentalist]

"I find it interesting that all these dreams seem familiar, in some way, despite us never being there before...isn't that strange?" He says, as if to himself, walking up to the machine to give it an appraising look.

"What's this thing do?"