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

[subtleserenity]

Her expression goes flat at his flippant response. "Thought of lookin' in on more than just the table? Might find something interestin'." Like an activity that isn't disgusting.

[armedanddangerous]

"Nah." He downs his mug of cider and turns pointedly away from the woman.

[subtleserenity]

It takes a lot not to roll her eyes or wish a curse on him, but she manages it. "Suit yourself." And with that, she turns away down one of the rich corridors to find something and someone that doesn't make her feel sick.