I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming

[twistedspoon]

Who: Everyone
What: DREAMS
When: A whole 24 hours spanning from September 14th-15th
Warnings: Creepy nightmares? Innuendo? I don't know, the usual.



There had been so much buzz about those stupid lollipops for weeks now. Not only out loud, but in her head - thoughts ranging from what's the deal with those things? to gotta have more to pricy as fuck. Eventually, she confused the cravings of others for her own, and it just so happened that her very own roommate had a box right on her side of the room!

Casey wasn't supposed to touch it, but she didn't see why. Money issues, or something. She didn't get the big deal about money either. She wasn't a Meowth, so there was no reason for her to have any. Therefore, the rules about it didn't apply to her.

That was her logic, anyway.

When Ai was asleep, she opened up the box and put her telekinesis to good use. Five of the candies lifted into the air - two green, three yellow - and the wrappers tore off in perfect synchronization. Too bad nobody was watching. The Abra opened her mouth wide and crammed all of them in at once, because she had no concept of savouring anything.

Shortly after, she fell asleep, the sticks still poking out of her mouth. That had to be bad for her teeth.

Soon the dreaming began...

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[Casey's Dream] THE HUB

[twistedspoon]

Imagine, if you will, a dimly-lit casino with ceilings so high you can't even see the top, though you know it's there somewhere. Everything inside is gold or red, shiny and extravagant. Crowds surround the card tables, and the slot machines are so large they dwarf the eerily grinning people seated at them. The elegy statues appear more frequently toward once end of the casino, congregating at a doorway marked with childish crayon drawings. That combined with the fact that everything gets darker the closer you get to that door seems like a bad omen. Dare you venture into Skull Kid's dream?

If not, there are plenty of other doors around. Big ones, small ones, ones on the ceiling. Some of the slot machines look like you could crawl right into them. There are holes in the floor, and even jumping down a toilet can send you through to somebody else's dream. The question is whose?

Otherwise, you can stay inside the hub. Care to try the slots? You might not like what you win. Or maybe you would. It's a real crapshoot.

Casey can be found perched on any high surface, watching. Waiting. Sleeping... in her own dream. Lazy butt.

Re: [Casey's Dream] THE HUB

[obfuskate]

Well, this is nothing short of the weirdest dream he's ever had.

Shadow finds it so strange, initially. It feels so real, so fluid, so much like real life, except for minor details like his hands becoming blurry or details warping unrealistically around him. (Not to mention, those little statues are indescribably creepier than they should be in real life.) He has to stand there for a moment, hands flexing and ears swiveling.

Is this what lucid dreaming feels like?

[ n's dream ] what the hell is this

[idealisms]

Nothing must be said, really, except for this:

N's dream is a massive clusterfuck of shapes and colors and who knows what else. Ever wanted to know what strange things happen within this boy's mind? Now you can.

mac go bluh

[star_punched]

Why is Mac on a fish.

Why are there shapes.

Why are all these colors here.

What.

Why.

Help.

[ shadow's dream ] starlite, starbrite

[obfuskate]

It's an endless sea of trees and stars.

The sky is a contrast to the ground below, so blackened and charred, while it remains so colorful and lively. The sparks of color are like aurora borealis, dotted by sprinkles of space's beauty. The stars, shining so brightly, rain light down on him in a way unlike life itself, as if he, too, sparkled, kissed by the universe's grace. The trees are burnt and dying, not a leaf to be found, branches falling apart and landing along the winding, endless path in the vast expanse. The soil is black, perhaps with traces of glimmering remnants of gemstones, of diamonds, and the air holds a smog mixed of some pleasant smoky scent intertwined with rosemary.

It truly is a land of smog and diamonds, so arboreal and ethereal, so much so that he can only take small treads ahead and drink it all in.

Amidst the ground, just a small ways into the path, stars can be found.

They aren't much like realistic stars, large and burning and fiery up-close, but they are more like if a paper star tried to become the real thing. They are perfectly shaped into the common human representation, glowing softly in different shades, pinks and blues and yellows and greens. Shadow's mind is in a haze, fogged by the dream's escape from life as he knows it, and all he knows to do is to keep walking, occasionally kneeling forth to pluck a star from the ground and admire it.

It's a look into Shadow's mind; tragedy is burned into it, yet beauty wraps it in its protective and eye-catching cloth.

[telekinetica]

He's never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

Where he is, he doesn't know. It feels... He closes his eyes just for a moment, overwhelmed by the strength of feeling this hazy, glittering place has. It's dark. Old. Sorrowed. And yet... He opens his eyes again and looks at the glimmer of lights around him.

The trees remind him of home, twisted and dead and slowly decaying as they are, charred to bare skeletons holding on only through how carbonized they've become under the heat. The lights, though...

He lifts a hand, calling one of the lights to him, gently, in a tiny flare of aqua, cupping it delicately in his palms and watching it glimmer. At least, that is, until the movement further on catches his attention. He looks up, noticing the figure and blinking at it. It's familiar, somehow, though he isn't sure he--

"Shadow..!" he calls and then blinks to himself. Shadow? Yes, of course. The whole world seems to be whispering it, softly. Achingly. He raises a hand, still cradling his star carefully in one palm as he waves to the dark figure further down the path.

SONIC ✧ Nightmare About That One Jerk

[bluestreaker]

Sonic's dreams were primarily what one would expect: light-hearted and surreal journeys through a space not confined to physics and enriched by a vivid imagination. So, you know, just any other day, even when it came to resting.

Since arriving to the academy, however, he was guided by a dark hand to another realm. A hand that seemed delicate at first, as if it had to lure him away from the day light that gleamed through his crystalline world to take residence in its own decrepit creation. It asked to stay just long enough to do some good, to breathe some life into its universe and restore it to what it once was. That hand had no name - it barely had a body attached - and its voice ran like fire through the planet's core. Deep and powerful, terrifying to consider, however safely locked away it was.
Yet it mislead him, manipulated him, and pulled him into a sweltering agony he was forced to relive over and over, the existence he had come to know and understand broken by what he had been withdrawn from back home. That history had been erased and yet...

Crisis City. This wasn't where it happened, but this is where he stood. Every single time. At least until -

"HNGH!!"

On his hands and knees once more, trying to stand up as the smell of burnt fur and flesh sizzled upward to his black olive nose, roasting away at his senses and drawing involuntary tears from the corners of his eyes. There was never any blood or gore, a world Sonic's imagination stepped away from even in his nightmares, but the undeniable sensation of being hollowed out and watching your spirit drain out of you was a far more terrifying sequence to relive.

The hole in his torso would regenerate to perfect conditions, then as he raced through the land that had been laid waste, his heart would throb harder and faster and his legs couldn't push hard enough. He was never fast enough. Regardless of the building he hid in or the rubble he'd hide himself behind, that dark presence would always find him. That clawed grip wailing from his peripherals and unleashing an assault directly to his body, one he couldn't escape.

And he'd look down as he was now, back to the wall, that hole a paroxysm dripping charred flesh while a blue essence escaped him. It just kept returning. It just wouldn't end. His lungs had been eliminated, his breaths heavy as he sank to the ground, waiting for it to restore itself so he could run again. Breathe again.

Sonic closed his eyes and hoped it would end soon.

Re: SONIC ✧ Nightmare About That One Jerk

[obfuskate]

The scent of barbecued skin and soot, however, began to dissipate.

All that was left was a scent of sterilization, at first, as if a rush of hospital care came through to cleanse the area, but it was soon replaced by the mild scent of bluebells and roses, mingling with each other as if they surrounded him. No, they did. A ring of rubies and sapphires trailed around Sonic suddenly and extended outward, blooming and bringing Crisis City's skies to a more ethereal purple and green glow. Stars began to shine forth, permeating the smog and making it fade into nothingness.

Literally seconds after it happened, the voice came.

"Sonic!"

The sound of gliding metal and hot flames ring out before him, and soon enough, he was there, kneeling before him with concerned and rough hands planted on his shoulders. Shadow. He stepped into this catastrophic world and found him, and at the very sight of him, the apocalyptic atmosphere began to lift, plants thriving and fires ceasing, for but a few seconds... and then it was gone, replaced with a dying world once again.

No, these dreams weren't subtle.

[Blacky's Dream] Like that could ever happen.

[darkpulse]

When Blacky did dream, she was usually plagued with memories of the car accident, or any other scenario in which she could have made so many better decisions. Other nights, she dreamt she was still alive.

This was one such dream, and although she had her suspicions that she wasn't supposed to be like this, she felt... happy. Happy to be in Viridian City in spring, when the pussywillows were blooming. Happy to be walking side-by-side with her family. A Raticate, a Golduck, a small Flareron, a red-headed man.

She couldn't see their faces, but she knew they were smiling. So was she.

[planking]

And then there were sheep.

Sheep. Everywhere. One of them was chewing on Blacky's dress.

Eggman's Dream - Did you expect anything less?

[iamtheeggman]

What did Eggman dream about?

What do you think?

WORLD DOMINATION!!

Re: Eggman's Dream - Did you expect anything less?

[obfuskate]

Oh, Chaos. Seriously?

Seriously.

Blaze's Dream - Fear of Failure

[vela_nova]

Sometimes Blaze had troubled dreams. This was one of those nights.

Her home city of Soleanna. A beautiful paradise, heart of the Sol Kingdom, ruled by her family for centuries.

Only something was wrong.

The waters were polluted and toxic. Factories stood where architectural marvels were, belching smoke into a darkened sky. Robots patrolled the streets, harassing anyone they wanted. And where the palace once stood, there was a towering building, a dark monument to the land's new ruler: Dr. Eggman Nega.

[telekinetica]

He knew this place.

He knew this place all too well.

Though not like this.

Soleanna, his home, but not in ruins. No, worse than that. Something dark and sinister and threatening. Dangerous. No Flames, now, though there was still smoke. Thicker, though, than even he was used to. Dank and reeking of toxic chemicals.

Silver reaches up, covering his nose and mouth instinctively, to block out the stench, not of brimstone and sulphur as he was used to when near smoke in Soleanna, but something else. Something harsher. This was wrong and he knew it. Soleanna had never been like this, even back before the Flames!

"... Blaze..?" Called, automatically, seeking out the familiar face that has always been with him in Soleanna. He gets the feeling he's not supposed to be here... he was... somewhere else, wasn't he? But where? Why would he be anywhere else? Brief thoughts of corridors and green grass and lots of people before he blinks and it's gone again. Something really isn't right...

"Hello??"

Daisy's Dream - On your mark, get set... GO!

[givemeyouranswerdo]

Daisy's dreams were a lot more straightforward. She had simple pleasures, you see, and one of them was competition. So what more fitting a dream for her to be having than of a great race with all her friends?

[planking]

The race suddenly had about a hundred new entrants, all of them stampeding sheep. And a guy on horseback.

"Howdy." Flint tipped his hat at Daisy as he galloped past her.

Goombella's Dream - Nerdvana

[tattlemethis]

Books.

That was what Goombella was dreaming about. Books everywhere. A giant library that stretched on forever. Everything you could ever want to know ever.

Truly this was heaven.

Re: Goombella's Dream - Nerdvana

[monotreme_101]

"Hello, Miss. Can I help you find any book in particular."

What was a Library without a sexy Librarian, after all.

[Edgeworth's Dream] psst dude what did you put down for #12

[un_worthy]

Edgeworth wasn't a guy who had very fancy dreams. His were usually boring and straightforward just like him, and even his nightmares didn't carry much fantasy in them.

At the moment he was in a large lecture hall full of people all working furiously, and there was Edgeworth sitting front and center. In nothing but his underpants. Honestly he was more confused about the test than the lack of clothing -- was this a bar exam? He could have sworn he'd passed this already. With a sigh, he began writing. Maybe if he passed, the bar association would give his clothes back.

[thewrightidea]

Phoenix had traveled through the doors, finding himself in a classroom. Somebody had ushered him to take a seat for the bar exam.

Oh no.... the bar exam... oh god... Everything about this brought up horrible memories for Phoenix, of that trial, of the future, of--

Wait a minute.

What was Edgeworth doing there?

And why was he in his underwear? Phoenix was kind of turned on by this.

"Edgeworth!" he whispered. "Wh--what are you doing here?!"

Mac's Dream - Trainwreck except with cars

[star_punched]

We're now going deeeeeeeeep into Mac's secret trauma (unless if Mac told you about it, if not then you can guess what is happening for yourself). If you're expecting happy dreams of him being on top of the world being an awesome boxing champ then this isn't the dream for you, sorry.

You are in a street probably, it looks like a barren post-apocalyptic street. If you're REAL observant, it looks like the ghastly remains of New York City. Any signs and buildings looked like they were rotting with decay. There was no one around, not a soul. The wind seemed to have stopped and a fog covered said street too so you can't see a fucking thing anyway.

However, if you decided to walk inside and be curious and not go and find a happy dream somewhere, you would see an old station wagon car that looks like it was totaled by being slammed on a street pole. The engine on front is on fire.

Goodness, thank god no one is in that car.

Except for Mac in the back seat and is stuck in there.

[afternoonsun]

Eifie didn't like this scene at all. She knew it was a dream, and yet the scenery felt so real to her, even down to the ominous wind blowing through the empty streets. And to add to that, the lack of sun brought her mood down even more.

As she wandered down the streets, she noticed a car on fire...with someone on board! She immediately dashed towards the station wagon and immediately tried to find a way inside.

"Hurry out! The flames might reach you!" She called out as she tried to activate her psychic power to rip the door open.

Jolt's Dream - Fields of Steak

[negativeions]

You ever see Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory? Jolt's dream was a lot like that.

Except instead of candy it was filled with delicious meats and foods.

[kumagypsy]

Kumatora picked a freshly ripe cheeseburger off the nearest tree.

"My god, this is the greatest place in the world." She said before taking a bite.

Garry's dream - what da actual fawq

[the_blue_rose]

Okay this is not a dream for someone claustrophobic. You are in a small room. There are a couple paintings on the wall. If you could tell, it looks oddly like an art exhibit. But you could only see it if your vision isn't on these creepy dolls everywhere.

That are cackling with laughter at YOU. Staring at you with its red eyes.

Unlike Mac, he has told no soul about. Anything.

So maybe you are questioning why Garry is doing a mixture of banging on the door screaming for help and ripping apart dolls in search of something.

"Garrryyyyyy, you're running out of time~!" "Garrrrryyyyy, you're not very good at treasure hunts!" "Garrrrrryyyy, you're funny!"

"Key! Where's the key?!?!"



Okay what the fuck is going on?

[itsjustrats]

Ha ha, keys.

Without missing a beat, Garrett produces his lockpicks and goes to town on the door. He doesn't seem terribly concerned about the contents of the room. Perhaps all he sees are the bunnies??

R.O.B.'s Dream - ???

[operatingbuddy]

R.O.B. had never dreamed before. It was causing a software problem. And it manifested in the most unusual way...

Banjo's Dream - DO NOT WANT.

[rarebear]

Banjo was trapped. There was no escape. Locked up in Gruntilda's tower, with the greatest horror he could imagine:

Game Over Grunty. And she was coming for him...

[wears_number_69]

Berri came in and punched Grunty in the gut, no one is allowed to fuck with Banjo and be sluttier than her.

X's Dream: Trapped as a Cat in The Library of Psyche

[maverickhunterx]

X was used to dreaming, despite the fact that he was mechanical in nature. It was one of those other things that made Reploids unique, a mechanical facsimile to the humans who they lived alongside.

And of course, X had to have the same damn recurring dream.

...the library stretched on for ages. Shelves, shelves, and even more shelves, some shaped like spirals and others seeming to be upside-down, with no real purpose at all. How were the books on those particular shelves staying in place? And how did anyone expect to grab some of those, pull them down, and read them in the oddly normal tables below?

Not that the books had varied content. Their covers were normal enough, but their titles ranged anywhere from: "First taste of food" to "84305_X.dat"

...Yes. This library was a manifestation of X's own internal files. If one opened the books, you might find nothing more than machine language fluttering along the pages. Other books might be blank, or fly out of your hands as you open them. Others are written like...well, fiction. Or Philosophy. Or even photo books. These are X's ideas, thoughts, and memories.

As one wanders this strange library, one might notice an odd whirring sound in the back of their mind. It wasn't loud enough to be annoying, but consistent enough to be noticed, much like the soft hum of a laptop or computer loading a large amount of data.

And one also might notice a chubby white cat with...what looked to be a blue, catlike version of his own helmet, leaping from table to table and making an attempt to pull some book or other off the shelf.

With X's hands being nothing more than paws, this proved difficult, but that didn't stop him from trying, letting out mixtures of human speech and meows of effort as he went about his task.

[afternoonsun]

Eifie wasn't exactly taking all of this surge of all the dreams that she could now easily see nicely. Her psychic powers were to protect her master, not to peer into other people's minds! Clearly some kind of strong power was at work, but she couldn't voice her opinion with all these images drowning her own thoughts out in the process.

But when she stepped into this library that seemed to stretch on forever, she grew curious to step in further and take a better look around. When she noticed a little cat trying to get a book back into its shelf, she didn't think twice before she spoke out.

"Are you alright?"

Never mind that she was still a cat herself and shouldn't be able to talk.

Pit: Soar on Dreamclouds

[raw_angel_power]

Any angel is going to dream about flying, sure. It's kind of the standard method of travel when you've got a pair of wings on your person and nothing stopping you but gravity and air traffic laws. But when you're an angel, gravity is a pushover because you've got this cool magic you were born with and that trumps gravity. It's pretty boring though. Like, basically on par with the thrills and chills of walking to the store to pick up some milk. Yawn.

That's why no angel actually cares about the flying part of their dreams. Well, no angel except for Pit. In comparison, his dreams are pretty human in the sense that flight is the highlight of his dreams. In his dreams, his disability is a thing of the past and he's allowed to wing any way he likes. No limits, no supplication necessary. He's master of his own flight path. And in case you're wondering? It feels sublime.

Open the door to brace yourself for the most majestic of skies. And don't trip! It wouldn't do to find yourself suddenly pummeling to your demise... But hey, maybe you've uncovered a newfound ability to walk on clouds? Or maybe you've died and gone to heaven? That IS an angel zipping across the horizon, right?

Re: Pit: Soar on Dreamclouds

[tattlemethis]

Not!Palutena emerged in the sky.

She immediately started to fall.

"AAAAAAAAH!"

Kaz's Birdemic Dream

[iwannacheat]

((Man do i hate let's plays))

Banjo was kidnapped by Mecha Grunty who dragged him back in time, and it was up to Kazooie to rescue him! old woman in a bird costume offered to send Kazooie back in time with a manual vehicle of sorts that she needed to drive as fast as possible. In other words, beat Canary Mary in a race through time.

Next thing Kazooie knew, she landed on a beach. This was, for the most part, a gorgeous beach. A jinjo statue stood tall at a sandy clearing, ancient white Breegulls were chilling in the sun, and the younger pink Breegulls were chained up for slave labor over at the nearby quarry.

She was also now chained up along with them. Canary Mary was waiting somewhere to continue the race, whether or not it's actually relevant to time travel anymore.

Kazooie was apparently terrible at this solo rescue mission stuff, and with Banjo captured, too and probably someplace else in time and space, what was she to do?

[planking]

Where the hell did all of these sheep come from all of a sudden? Maybe you should ask the cowboy.

"You look like you've got yerself in a right bit of trouble there, m'am."

Kumatora's dream - Welcome to th :|

[kumagypsy]

When you first step through the door you'll notice a distinct change in temperature. It's hot here. If you turn around you'll see why: the forest behind the door is ablaze. As close as it is, though, the heat doesn't seem uncomfortable, or even dangerous. It's not spreading any further beyond the trees. The smoke from the fire is twisting up into the air, merging with the red and purple storm clouds swirling above. Lightning flashes erratically in the air.

Every few minutes the ground beneath your feet shifts, like there's something underneath pushing upwards against it.

Beyond the door lies a cliff with a view of the ocean beyond the island. The ocean is in turmoil, reflecting the colors of the clouds amidst the churning sea foam. Huge cyclones reach down from the sky and touch the waves. Even from this distance you can hear the roar of the storms. Kumatora is here, at the edge of the cliff, sitting and watching the sea as if she were just sight-seeing. She doesn't seem too concerned about the state of things here. Come to think of it, neither do you: the sky is falling but there's no danger here.

[bwaaaaaarm]

Kumatora might suddenly be aware of a striking woman in a black dress standing behind her, as if out of thin air. She looks up at the sky.

"You're not scared?"

Garrett's dream - A wrong turn at Brobdingnag

[itsjustrats]

You find yourself in a room.

It seems to be the den of a cozy cabin. There's a couch in the center of the room, facing a roaring fireplace. Between the couch and the health is a table, and it appears that someone left a plate of food out, perhaps by mistake. On one side of the room is a sparse kitchen area. Through the open door on the far side of the room, you can look down the hall and see a desk and a chair. There might be another room beyond that, but you can't see it from here. Everything here seems very normal. Mundane. Ordinary. Except for one thing:

Either this house is very, very big, or you are very, very small.

The door behind you is actually a mouse-hole. One that you apparently fit through very easily. Let's hope the owner of this very big house does not have a very big cat.

...Say, are those cobwebs in the corners?

[GLaDOS' Dream] A life I never lived.

[saw_a_deer]

To those who were bold enough to enter GLaDOS' dream, you'd be greeted with a bit of an odd scene. Odd, in that sense that it was, admittedly, quite peaceful. Certainly a surreal scene for the AI, compared to the hellish panels and cold rooms one might expect. A limo stands behind you, its door outstretched as if you just walked out from it. In front of you, a large facility stands tall above its surroundings, proudly asserting its dominance over the less impressive buildings around it.

The city around it looks...different, compared to the building itself, as if someone turned back the clock to the 1970's. Regardless, it isn't long before a woman emerges from the large doors of the building, a friendly smile being the main accessory she wore. She walks briskly over to you, an air of confidence surrounding her. Finally, she stops just a few feet in front of you and gives a slight bow, her cheery voice chiming in.

"Ah, you must be here for the tour! Welcome to Aperture Science Innovators. My name is Caroline, I will be your guide for the evening."

[testsubject1]

This could have easily been Chell's dream, but... it wasn't. It was Aperture Science, except there were humans.

Caroline.

Chell wants to back away, but she's actually somewhat curious now. So, she hesitantly nods and lets the woman guide her.

Flurrie's dream - On with the show!

[lovely_wind]

This door leads to a sprawling backstage area. Toads, Goombas and Koopa Troopas are scurrying everywhere, carrying props and barking orders. Some of them peek out at the audience that's undoubtedly on the other side of the curtain. It's loud and chaotic back here, but one voice is louder than the rest:

"THERE you are, dahling~!" Flurrie exclaims excitedly as she makes her way towards you. "I understand being fashionably late, but we were starting to get a little worried. Come, come, we've got to get you into make-up!"

POOF. Before you even have a second to protest, you're wearing an elaborate costume. Flurrie applauds.

"Magnificent! Simply magnificent! Now, there's no time to waste, the audience awaits!"

Wait, what is she- oh no, she just shoved you through the curtain and onto the stage. There's a big crowd out there and they're expecting a good act.

"Don't disappoint, dahling~!" Flurrie's voice comes from behind the curtain.

oh.

well then.

Re: Flurrie's dream - On with the show!

[iamtheeggman]

Well. That was unexpected.

But what the hell. Stranger things had happened.

And so Eggman sang with the voice of an operatic tenor.

Skull Kid's dream - The Carnival of Time

[drawin_on_trees]

This door opens onto a cobblestone street. The sun has gone down, but there are strings of colorful lights hanging above you to light the way and fireworks exploding in the sky. There's also lots of colorful streamers, and the stone walls are painted and plastered with posters. There's a party going on. The townsfolk are decked out in costumes, all of which have masks. When they see you, they cheer and toss confetti your way. Are you the guest of honor?

All this revelry is distracting, but if you look up past the banners and the huge clock tower that dominates the center of the town square, you'll see something that seems terribly out of place: the moon, hovering so close that if you climbed the tower you could almost reach out and touch it. Its face is sneering down at the festivities below and... is it coming closer?

Suddenly, there are hands on you. You're being pushed through the crowd of party-goers. Nobody seems to notice but they part for you anyway as you are propelled towards the clock tower. There's music playing but it sounds... discordant. Everyone's laughing and carrying on, but the din is so confusing that you swear that the laughing is actually sorrowful weeping. Look up, and for a moment the banners seem to be made of torn paper scribbled with crayons. The fireworks are fireballs raining from the sky, or are they? The masks of the celebrants around you seem to twist into frightening grinning faces but only for a moment, enough to make you think you're seeing things.

When you reach the base of the clock tower, the bells chime. It's midnight.

Saur dreams - Someone else's Garden

[rivalsweetscent]

While they no longer haunted each night and kept the Ivysaur up for days, Bulba's nightmares had never ever truly gone away. They still crept up sometimes, but he handled them much better now.

Sometimes he'd dream of cruel smiles in the dark. A soft whisper in his ear that this was what he wanted. The blood and sap would fall on to the pink petals on the ground. They were each other and that's what he wanted.

Bulba would wake up and stay right where he was. Calmly, methodically, he would close his eyes and count each petal. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. … 5. He was himself and no one else.

Sometimes, though rarer, he'd dream of the void where all things were lost.

NONE OF THOSE THINGS WERE THE THINGS HE DREAMT ABOUT THIS AFTERNOON.

This afternoon was full of a luscious green. Trees towered high with broad branches, enveloping the world in their deep green blankets. Here and there streams of warm sunlight would trickle through. The grass was soft. The air was fresh and sweet. In some places there was evidence of trees that had been felled, but sometimes there wasn't. Sometimes there were tall evergreens amongst the deciduous trees, but sometimes there wasn't. Two forests blending into one, but that didn't seem to matter to the creatures frolicking in it.

It was a secret, this place. Deep in the heart of it all. There had been no journey there, but you could tell. It was a special, secret spot. Shhh. You weren't supposed to be here. Or, maybe you were.

That's where the saurs were, this secret place. The Bulbasaurs ran and played, tagging each other and giggling as they engaged in chase. Ivysaurs too, though not all of them got into the antics the little ones were into. A Venusaur to keep an eye on them or break up a fight. Another led some on walks. Their steps brought life, with flowers blooming seemingly from no where. It always smelled like flowers. They were wild and free. The Garden knew who they were, and they knew it. They were all apart of each other.

Sometimes an Ivysaur would turn and call out to the Ivysaur that sat near the bushes. He sat all alone, watching the others at play. The sun would dance between the leaves and catch the gold of his petals, and the Ivysaur would call back to them… but it was as if he hadn't said anything at all.

Bulba could look in. Sometimes he got tantalizingly close to crossing the threshold into the glade, but there was always something. Something that made him stop, made him turn away. Make him sit. He wanted to play with them! He did! But he couldn't. A wall, maybe? But even when he ran towards them, he never hit anything. He always just stopped, backed up a few steps. Looked in longingly. There was something to it, he knew. Something that would let him in.

But he didn't have it. Whatever he lacked was a mystery.

So oftentimes he'd just sit amongst the bushes and watch, waiting for when they'd call to him again. He'd try then.

If you weren't lost amongst the trees, you'd find him sitting there. Odds are, if you didn't have a flower planted in your back, you couldn't get past those bushes either.

[the_blue_rose]

Somehow, whether someone helped or not, Garry left the sanctum of his own hell and opened the door that opened to...the Garden.

?

He sat on the lovely green grass. This was...Garry could actually smell the air, the air smelt of flowers and it kind of calmed his nerves a little. What was this, a secret sanctuary? Then how did he get here? So confused. From the grapevine he heard of people suddenly able to enter people's dreams. It concerned him, whether or not people would remember this the next morning and ask him questions and--

His thoughts of worry were interrupted by a lone Bulbasaur who took an interest to his coat. And by interest, I mean he was nibbling on it.

"A-aaah, that's not food..."

The Bulbasaur stopped as if he got the message and then saw this as an opportunity to warm up and then cuddled into his coat instead.

Garry just looked, this little looked like Bulba when he was an Ivysaur. Except he wasn't beginning to bloom. He was smaller too, baby perhaps?

Jin's dream - a strange combination

[majorjealousy]

A house on fire. No one does anything to put the fire out.

It's raining cupcakes.

[robinsegg]

There was Sig running around with a bug net 20 times its usual size, catching all of the raining cupcakes and throwing them at the house on fire.