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

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

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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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.

And then there were sheep.

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

Wow, what. These weren't even Mareep, which would at least make some kind of sense.

"Stop it!"

The sheep gives off an annoyed baaah as it wanders away. In its place comes a mysterious cowboy riding on a horse.

"Well, howdy there, little lady." Wait Flint do you even know who you're talking to. "Sorry about the herd, hope they ain't givin' you too much trouble."

Who the hell... Wait.

"..Flint? What are you doing here?"

And when did he get himself a horse? And where did her team go. The sheep scared them off, didn't they...

"We're on our way to San Antonio, but I gotta let the herd rest for a while." Flint explained, his voice sounding even twangier than usual. "We've been on the trail for two days and we still gotta long way to go."

Small typo, there. *Happy to be walking side-by-side with her family and also some blond asshole who had totally been there the whole time. Totally. Definitely. Yep.

He didn't bother to draw any attention to his presence (which had always been a perfectly normal part of the dream and didn't just happen two seconds ago). Why should he? It wasn't like she got to spend much time this happy, after all.

Nothing weird about that at all. As far as Blacky was convinced, he really had been there the whole time. What was he, a team member now or something? Yeah, that had to be it.

"I can't remember how that happened."

Just voicing random thoughts out loud, totally normal.

"There's a lot you can't remember," Uxie reminded her. "It's awfully nice to see you smile like that, though. I suppose there must be some merit to the saying ignorance is bliss."

"I can't?"

He was speaking to her... that was weird. Since the things she couldn't remember included the last time she heard her family speak to her. She knew they had to be talking about something before, but absolutely no words or even general conversations came to mind.

"I'm not ignorant of anything. I know there's no reason not to be happy."

He looked, for a moment, as if those words had been a tiny needle pinpricking at his ancient heart.

"Well, I'm not going to lie to you." If he intended to follow that up with something, he gave no sign of it. He simply closed his eyes, apparently not the least bit impeded in his walking by this particular move.

"You remember me, of course?"

"Of course I remember you. You're..."

Her hesitance wasn't out of trying to remember, but more out of some vague fear warning her that something was wrong. Things would still be okay and happy as long as she didn't say anything.

Had she always been wearing that red necklace?

He knew why she was pausing. Of course he knew -- to know was the same as to be for him. He would have looked at her, but where was the point in that when his eyes were closed?

Instead, he moved behind her, covering her own eyes with his hands. "You don't have to, dearest. Close your eyes, say nothing, stay happy."

TOO LATE.

"It's not real, is it. Not even you."

She reached up to lightly touch her fingertips to Uxie's hands, but made no move to push him away. He felt real, but it was just a trick of her own mind, wasn't it?

He let his hands drop, settling down to wrap around her instead. His head dropped down to her shoulder.

"You don't believe in fairies?" Uxie asked, almost playfully. "I am and am not real, I suppose. I do hope I'm not cold to the touch. Right now, I sleep in Lake Verity's arms. The mind, however... it wanders." Wanders a great distance, but the myths were quite familiar with the roving spirits of the Lake Trio -- and a power that shone as brightly as Casey's had a way of acting as a beacon.

"I suppose it's no surprise that it should wander back to you."

She wasn't sure whether or not to believe that it could really be him, but she accepted that it was at least a pretty accurate recreation. Just as she was pretty okay with the realization that everything was a dream. Now that she knew and could control it, she'd make sure to make it last as long as possible.

It sure had been a while since she had any kind of dream about people trying to seduce her or something though. HMM.

"Do you come spy on my dreams often?"

"Oh, no, hardly," Uxie confessed. "I'm only here because I'm piggybacking on a fellow psychic. Dreams don't interest me much, anyway. No synthesis of new information, only reiteration of things you already know."

He smiled, peeking one eye open. "Of course, I suppose that doesn't mean I've never showed up in your dreams before. Maybe you're conquring my image up on a regular basis."

"I'm sure you'd know if I was." It had been a while since she'd even given him much thought, to be honest. It was easier not to think about the people who were gone.

The grass at her feet withered and died.

"I wonder what that means... You actually being in a happy dream, I mean." Of course, 'happy' had become more 'bittersweet.' Things she could never really have, people she could never properly be with anymore.

It went without saying that he knew, but surely it was polite to at least allow a little aura of mystery? The contents of dreams really were awfully unimportant to him, after all. A little blip of cognition in the here-and-gone sleep cycle of an oh-so-gone ex-lifeform. It sounded almost insulting when put that way, didn't it? And speaking of insulting...

"Goodness, I'm almost offended. Does that mean I'm out of place in a happy dream, then?" Uxie teased, both eyes open now. He gave her neck a brief little nuzzle. "Ah, you're so awfully mean, dear creature."

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

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

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