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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no problemo senor record player

[nosentimentalist]

"Don't dreams always feel real when you're in them?"

But he seems pleased that the other is taking this all so calmly, and he decides to move his gaze down below as well, even though he knows nothing will have probably changed since then.

"They certainly do not. So, the question is, how do we get out of this mess we've found ourselves in?"

[bloodand]

"Yeah, but they don't tend to have strangers popping up in them."

He's pretty sure of that, at least. He knows the bridge and the paths below, distantly, but he doesn't know this man.

"If you've got any ideas, I'm listening."

[nosentimentalist]

"That's very true, but this is a special case,hmm?"

He thinks about it for a minute, before he shrugs lightly, reaching up to push his glasses up his nose.

"You just have to do opposite of what the dream wants you to do, I think. Or just wander around until you find yourself in someone else's dream. That's what I've been doing."

[bloodand]

A hmph - yes, obviously it's a special case, you're here and he's never seen you before in his life. Gonna have to try harder than that to make friends, Mr Typewriter.

"I think I'll take the wandering," he says, bending away from the ledge. He's not sure what's so important about whatever he was doing in the dream, but the idea of doing the opposite... It's somehow deeply unthinkable.

(He remembers how the gun asked him what he was fighting for, and not having an answer for her. Maybe it's something to do with this.)

[nosentimentalist]

"Whatever floats your boat. It's your dream," he replies lightly, turning away from the sight to see where can head too next. Honestly, this place is a little boring- he'd kill for a new change of scenery.

"Do you know what this place is? Or do you have no clue at all?"

[bloodand]

"...They're different places," he says after a moment of fighting with it, because it sounds right. The white marble bridge and the maroon and glowing gold below don't go together. "The place below... I don't think I ever saw it from anywhere but above."

Below, the machine in the center of the pathways (which looks not so much like a machine as a giant, floating stone tuning fork) begins to bob in place the way the record player feels like it should.

[nosentimentalist]

"I find it interesting that all these dreams seem familiar, in some way, despite us never being there before...isn't that strange?" He says, as if to himself, walking up to the machine to give it an appraising look.

"What's this thing do?"