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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[familicide]

He stumbles. It's not quite his fault, his momentum had all been driving forward, and so he trip and nearly drops to a knee, only catching himself at the last moment with the tip of his spear. For a second the shock keeps him silent, the remains of terror and exhilaration driving his heart to wicked speeds, but he sucks in a harsh breath, turns--

There's someone else there.

"Who are you?!" The shout is angry, accusatory, a little fearful. It's followed by a growl and he drags himself and his weapon around, holding the lancehead level in front of him.

[intothehedge]

She doesn't seem threatened or offput by the weapon – she keeps walking towards him in spite of it.

"The only real person here besides you," she says. She seems amused. "You're dreaming."