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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[fuzzyduck]

The question makes her pause her steps for a second; suddenly, she feels the need to check. But no, she is unharmed, albeit sore.

"Yeah, I've been through worse," she finally replies - and then she adds, "Probably. Hey, got any idea where we are?"

[nosentimentalist]

Well, that's good. He gives a shrug at her question, glancing over their surroundings. No. Nothing but clouds and sky where the eye can see.

"Can't say I do. I mean, the obvious answer would be the sky, but if we are honestly actually standing on clouds, then I hardly think that is the case."

[fuzzyduck]

"Right. Standin' on clouds," she mumbles, as if she'd just forgotten that was precisely what was going on. "That's bullshit. Might as well... fuck, might as well be walkin' on the goddamn sun."

She stops abruptly. Crosses her arms. Her eyebrows furrow.

She snaps her fingers. "Dude, I think something's comin' back to me."

[nosentimentalist]

"Or in space. Basically, this isn't real, despite how real all of this feels."

He lets out a slight huff as he pushes up his glasses, before he looks over at her at her sudden exclamation. Oh?

"Don't tell me. It's something to do with thorny vines attacking us and all hell breaking loose. Am I right?"

[fuzzyduck]

"No, no, shut up!" She waves her hand dismissively, her forehead still wrinkled in thought.

There is silence.

Then her face twists as a tune echoes in the background, slowly growing in volume. "Aw, hell no..."

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed...

[nosentimentalist]

That's...odd. The typewriter cocks his head to the side, looking very confused. What is that song? Is it someone singing, or is it coming from somewhere? He doesn't understand.

"Let me guess. It's not a sign of something good, is it."

[fuzzyduck]

"It's a band. I just remembered a goddamn band." She throws her hands in the air. "I wasn't even in it!"

Groaning, she begins walking in whatever direction she was facing. "We're gettin' out."

[nosentimentalist]

"Good...for you?"

A band? That was an odd thing to remember, but...well, guess some people were unluckier than others when it came to these sorts of things. He puts his hands in pockets, following dutifully.

"And how do you propose we do that?"

[fuzzyduck]

She chooses not to comment on that first statement. (It is not good, though. No. Lord, why.)

As for the other one, she figures it might warrant an answer. "I dunno, we'll find some other place. Where d'ya come from?"

[nosentimentalist]

"I came from an endless corridor. Just turned the corner and here I was."

He shrugs, giving the other a look that clearly says "I have no freakin' idea".

"Perhaps if we just walk around, we can find a way out?"

[fuzzyduck]

"This ain't a corridor though." Well, yes, that much was obvious. Her point, though, is this:

"We might just end up walkin' in circles."

[nosentimentalist]

"True. But the principle is still the same, which you just said: it's a place where going anywhere will not lead us anywhere at all."

But he starts to walk, hands in pockets, looking very relaxed despite the uncertainty of their situation.

"Still, we might as well give it a try. That's how I got out of here, it should be the same for you, too."

[fuzzyduck]

"I just wish I knew what this damn place is!" Though, given the fact that the background music won't seem to stop, she would much rather leave now rather than sit here and dig through her head for actually useful memories.

She shrugs and keeps on walking along with the stranger. "Ugh."

[nosentimentalist]

"Well, unless we see a sign, I'm afraid you'll have to wait for that answer," he remarks coolly, glancing over his shoulder at the girl with a smirk.

"What do you think it is? I mean, it's obviously the sky, but perhaps it means something to you. It is your dream, after all."

[fuzzyduck]

"I dunno!" she replies, exasperated. "I must've been here before, I guess, but I can't remember what the hell it's supposed to be, aside from clouds!"

[nosentimentalist]

He only chuckles in reply- really the more she gets frustrated, the more he seems amused by it all.

"Well, you're not a bird, that's for sure, so that rules the fact that you may have flown here completely out. But who knows? Perhaps one time you were a winged...whatever you are. What are you?"

[fuzzyduck]

She has managed to notice, and it certainly doesn't help her frustration. It almost reminds her of something. Maybe. Whatever it is, it feels like it's completely out of her reach for now.

"Now, ya mean? I'm..." Actually, now that he brings it up, she realises that she lacks a good word for it. "Some kinda cross between a dog - or a wolf or whatever - and a person. Like, a wolfwoman."

[nosentimentalist]

"A werewolf, perhaps?" He doesn't know how he knows that word, but it seems natural, familiar, like something he's read somewhere before. "But ah, I can see it, what with the teeth and all. It's hard to tell sometimes, what we all are...some are easier than others."

[fuzzyduck]

"... Yeah, sounds 'bout right." The word doesn't sound odd to her ears. Maybe she knew it too, once.

"Speakin' of which, what're you supposed to be?"

[nosentimentalist]

"A typewriter. See the keys?" He pauses to turn slightly to show her the keys sticking out of his chest, each labelled with its respective letter. "I'm used to print letters on paper, if you do not actually know what a typewriter does."

[fuzzyduck]

"I know what a typewriter is, dipshit." She grumbles. "I just didn't notice the keys, okay?"

Besides, he could have been something else with a keyboard.

[nosentimentalist]

He only lets out a laugh in response. "Just checking. You never know."

He keeps striding forward, starting to get a bit bored. Honestly, getting out of dreams seemed so much easier before this.

"...Why were you in that glass cage before? Do you know?"

[fuzzyduck]

"No clue. Probably somethin' I can't remember." Maybe she could have remembered, if things had gone a little differently. If she hadn't started thinking about walkin' on the sun.

[nosentimentalist]

"Perhaps it's a metaphor for something. Dreams are filled with those sorts of things, right? Maybe it means you feel trapped by your situation."

It's interesting, to try to understand what everyone's dreams meant. It was like he was seeing a side of them they didn't really show to anyone.

"But what do I know? I'm a typewriter, not a dream dictionary."

[fuzzyduck]

"Oh, yeah?" The idea makes some sense to her, even if she isn't sure if it's quite right - either way, though, she feels oddly reluctant to admit it outright.

"What 'bout all the empty space? Whaddya figure that means, Typewriter?"