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.

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[fifty]

He looks down at the stone, turning it over in his hand a few times before nodding and tucking it away into one of his inside jacket pockets for safekeeping.

"Got it," the messenger said, saluting in a casual way without really thinking about why the gesture seemed fitting (or what it even was, really). "Okay, I'll help you out and you can help me out. Where should we start?"

[intothehedge]

"Well," she says, "that depends. Where would you like to go?"

[fifty]

He has to pause and consider that, because he's not really sure how any of this works. "Where can I go? Anywhere?"

He looks around, but all he can see is his own dreamscape, which doesn't seem to have any helpful doors for entering and exiting.

[intothehedge]

"Anywhere that's in another dream." She looks around his dreamscape again, breathing in deeply as if she could inhale her very surroundings. Perhaps she's just glad for the fresh dream air. "There could be ... anything, out there. What would you like to step into? Is there anyone you'd like to find?"

[fifty]

"There're some people I'm looking for--" The messenger's answer is automatic, but cut short. He doesn't know if they're here, those people from his memory. He doesn't know what they look like or anything, not really. Only that they're important, which was enough to keep him pushing forward, searching for them like he'd lost a limb and couldn't quite believe it was gone--but it wasn't much to go on. "Well--I mean, besides that, I've met some people, but I dunno if they're asleep or not. There's this fish girl with scales and this grumpy guy with these huge eyebrows and an green ogre girl and this guy with claws who seems kind of like an animal and there's the house I guess but he's dumb... I don't know if any of them are asleep. Is there a way to find really cool dreams?"

[intothehedge]

She nods, slowly. "I could take you to their dreams," she says, "but it would be better you learned to navigate them yourself." She holds out her hand. "Picture where you want to go."