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]

"Well, yeah, we're gonna be dead if we piss off these fuckin' bees," she replies, either having forgotten about the vines or missing the point entirely.

[seerchlight]

"Whatever," Lights cuts her off, "the bees are fine. I remember owning them. They're chill. I'm talking about the apeshit agricultural apocalypse happening back...there. Wherever we are now."

[fuzzyduck]

"So... D'ya remember what that's about? Or are ya just a really shitty beekeeper?"

Frankly, she thinks she would have preferred to remember bees, rather than what she did recall.

[seerchlight]

"I'm pretty sure giant beehives on fire isn't factually what was happening in my memory," he says, dryly. "It was...just a city burning, before. Where I lived."

[fuzzyduck]

"Oh." She crossed her arms. Like she was supposed to know. "'Kay, whatever, but why's it on fire?"

[seerchlight]

"End of the world, or something..." he says. It sends a chill down his spine, but his mind can only acknowledge it as fact. "Meteors. I remember that the planet was going to be destroyed and I was trying to escape it, but I had to get someone else out first."

[fuzzyduck]

The end of the world? She feels like such a thing would have been hard to believe, once - maybe even worthy of ridicule. Yet, right now, she's listening.

"Where were ya plannin' to go, if the planet was gonna be destroyed? Space?"

[seerchlight]

"I don't know, like..." he trails off. The memory is so weird. "We had some kind of plan but it didn't really make any sense. It was like I was doing some kind of magic with a computer, and these other people were talking to me in text. I managed to get the girl I was talking to through some portal, but I didn't make it to my own in time."

"Fuck knows where they actually went," he adds, after a moment.

[fuzzyduck]

"Magic with a computer?" she mumbles to herself. She can't say why that's what bothers her the most about the scenario - or if it really is what bothers her the most - but it does sound pretty stupid.

"Well, at least it sounds like you're on the right track to rememberin' all sorts of useful shit. Lucky."

[seerchlight]

He sort of gives her a look.

"Okay, I would call it a lot of things, but where the fuck does 'useful' actually come in, really."

[fuzzyduck]

"I mean, at least it's somethin' about yourself! It means you're closer to knowing who you're really supposed to be!"

She is clearly frustrated, and not simply passionate.

[seerchlight]

His expression comes more neutral and searching as he regards her.

"...And I'm guessing you're not."

[fuzzyduck]

"No! Pretty much all I remember is huggin' someone else and a shitty fuckin' band of all things!"

Mad as she is, she blindly kicks one of the hives in the room.

[seerchlight]

Unsurprisingly, bees come out of it. They seem fairly upset. Lights makes a point of backing off.

"Like...just a band? Like...the music?" he says.

[fuzzyduck]

Oh, yeah. The bees. The girl stands perfectly still, her face easing into an apprehensive look, and pretends she didn't just panic internally even a little.

"Yeah! The goddamn music!"

A faint tune goes off in her head. Sooomebody once told me, naaaa nana na nana...

[seerchlight]

"Well that's useless," he quips right back after a moment, waving a bee out of his face.