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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[un_worthy]

"To where?" A pause. "Do I get clothes?"

This all sounded completely ridiculous (plus he had an exam to finish), but if this really was some sort of embarrassing clash of subconsciousnesses... What sort of harm could it possibly do?

But he really wanted some clothes. Edgeworth wasn't exactly in shame or anything, but... He couldn't help feeling as if this was a bit more of himself than he was willing to allow some lawyer he was imagining (or... real lawyer...? he still wasn't getting this very well) to see.

[thewrightidea]

"Out of this classroom," Phoenix said.

After all, if the classroom led out to that large carousel of doors, maybe there was something else there. Something that would give Phoenix a clue as to why this all seemed so odd. It was completely different than any sort of dream he'd ever had. There was an air of complete reality to Edgeworth, like he stood out amongst all the dream figures.

"I think... This is gonna sound weird, but I'm not exactly sure how much of this is a dream."

Phoenix didn't actually have clothes for Edgeworth, unfortunately, but he found that he was wearing a sweatshirt over a t-shirt and some slacks. Maybe that would do.

"Uh... here..." He hastily unzipped his sweatshirt and held it out for Edgeworth. Maybe that would be better than just wearing underwear.

[un_worthy]

"...What are you talking about?" Man, if Edgeworth was confused before, he was SUPER confused now. Dream? Not a dream? A dream within a dream? He would love a clear explanation of this nonsense but he was certain he wouldn't get one.

Edgeworth stared at Phoenix's sweatshirt like it was made out of poison and didn't want to touch it, but after much trepidation he finally sighed and took it. It was better than nothing, at least. WHAT WAS THAT SMELL

[thewrightidea]

Phoenix did feel somewhat bad for Edgeworth, if this Edgeworth was indeed real and not just part of his imagination. (He really couldn't figure that part out, though.) But it was pretty typical the way he grabbed the sweatshirt after a while. Almost funny. Phoenix's mind really got Edgeworth's nuances down pat, didn't he?

"I don't even know what I'm talking about..." He began walking toward the door. "But this school is just... Weird things have happened, and I've found that pretty much anything impossible can happen here."

What was he even saying? It was so surreal. And the surly Edgeworth of all people wouldn't be convinced, would he? But sure enough, when he opened the door, he found he was back at that hub of many, many doors. His mind hadn't altered the area at all.

time paradoxes with other threads? NO, IT'S DREAM LOGIC...

[un_worthy]

IT SMELLED LIKE... CHEESEBURGERS...??

"I've already seen 'weird,'" Edgeworth replied, idly sniffing at the sweatshirt as if he was trying to determine if it was safe to wear or not. He tried to avoid weird as much as possible.

It hasn't been working very well for him recently. As Phoenix seemed to be confident that he knew where to go, Edgeworth followed. He hoped the bar association would understand as he walked away, and... He did not remember that many doors. "Ah."

it's okay it works in Inception

[thewrightidea]

It also smelled like grape juice and pizza.

Yeah wow, there really were a lot of doors. Phoenix had forgotten shortly after he walked into the bar exam, or else he thought it was normal, but now it seemed so surreal, but so vivid.

"There's too many doors." He was stating the obvious. "I'm not even sure where we should go..."

a door within a door *BWAAAAARM*

[un_worthy]

GROOOOOSS...

"I'm not blind," he grumbled and folded his arms as he stared ominously at all the doors. Were they Phoenix's doing? Or his? Or... Someone else's? He was no psychiatrist, so all this subconscious mind mumbo-jumbo was completely lost on him. WHY DOORS? WHY SO MANY?

It would take too long to examine them one-by-one, but since this was a dream... "I suppose we just pick one and see where it goes...?"

Edgeworth picked a door at random and opened it. He heard the familiar ding! of an elevator, and without even looking inside when the elevator's doors slid open, he hastily closed it.

"......... Not that one."

[thewrightidea]

Phoenix didn't hear the ding of an elevator when Edgeworth picked his door, probably because he wasn't standing right next to it.

"Hm? What about that one?" he asked. Then when he heard the tone of Edgeworth's voice, there was something slightly different about it, that maybe he shouldn't press.

"Uh okay, how about this one over here?" And he opened the door to find a land that was without elevators. Instead, there was a courtroom.

Oh.

Phoenix suddenly remembered that this is what he had been dreaming about before. Except now he could hear the eerie tune of J.S. Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D minor playing distantly. Huh. This was almost like a dream he had had before...

[un_worthy]

NO BADGERING THE PROSECUTOR MR. WRIGHT YOU WILL BE PENALIZED just kidding. It was a relief that he didn't have to explain himself for once, sure, but that music he was hearing from the door Phoenix opened wasn't exactly relaxing. He wasn't the only one that heard it, was he?

He peered inside the open door, sort of glad to see a familiar sight, but something about it seemed... Off. Was he imagining things or did the ground just tremble? Well, of course he was imagining things, this was a dream, but... STOP there is no way to make this sound any more rational. "Wright... Did you feel that?"

[thewrightidea]

Phoenix did indeed feel that rumbling, and he knew that this courthouse was not the same as the one he had become accustomed to before. It was different, as if painted in the mind of a dreaming person. Which... it was. Technically.

And then he remembered why it was bad that the ground was trembling. Edgeworth. Whether this was dream-Edgeworth or real Edgeworth, Phoenix didn't want to have to subject him to one of his phobias.

But the music was gradually getting louder as the wall began tearing away to reveal.... a twenty-foot-tall judge?

"Wh-whaaaaaaaaaaat?!"

[un_worthy]

The tremors were fortunately not enough to reduce him to a sobbing mess on the ground, but they were more than enough to send him into a panic. After one glimpse of that giant judge he kept his arms folded and a neutral expression, like he was about to say something poignant, but after opening his mouth he closed it again and suddenly bolted back in the direction they came from.

THAT'S IT. EDGEWORTH, OUT.

Wait, wasn't he forgetting some...thing... ...!

He ran back and grabbed Phoenix's arm (WHAT A PAL) this time before he fled, but that magic dream door wouldn't open again (NOT A PAL).

[thewrightidea]

Phoenix was too surprised by the giant judge to notice Edgeworth running away and blatantly forgetting him. But when he felt the tug at his arm, he ended up running with Edgeworth. No, he didn't exactly want to face down a twenty-foot-tall judge either.

Of course, this was the perfect time for that door to not open, and they were stuck in this crumbling courtroom. Why exactly was Phoenix dreaming about a godzilla-sized judge? Well, that was easy: it was his anger over losing his badge gone haywire. Most people had trains in their dreams instead.

The judge began speaking, his loud voice echoing through the chamber, causing further shaking of the walls. He was saying something about Phoenix not being worthy of being a defense attorney, how he deserved to be stripped of his badge. It was kind of embarrassing having Edgeworth here to see this, but it wasn't exactly a secret how Phoenix felt about this whole affair.

Also, that giant gavel threatening to pound them into dust wasn't great either.

hafkjgh that icon

[un_worthy]

For being a dream, there was something definitely real-life threatening about that giant judge and the way he was waving around that gavel. He thought distantly that maybe he should confront Wright about his disbarment one of these days, especially if he was so hung-up about it that he was having nightmares, but let's get real he had other things on his mind. Like the room shaking, that was a pretty big one.

He turned to try the door again because a lot of his rational thought had been thrown out the window when the tremors became worse. When it still wouldn't open (DUH), he braced himself against the door and whispered to Phoenix.

"W-what are we supposed to do, run around like trapped rats!?" All right, maybe less 'whisper' and more 'terrified hiss.'

[thewrightidea]

There was still a hint of embarrassment in Phoenix's demeanor from this whole affair; Edgeworth was witnessing one of his bad dreams, if this was truly Edgeworth. But there were more pressing matters at hand: the giant judge threatening to kill them with his gavel. This was a dream, wasn't it? Then why was Phoenix still so scared?

Wait, if this was his dream, then maybe he could control it with lucidity.

"Uh, uh..." Phoenix stammered in response, glancing over his shoulder at his impending doom. He had to concentrate! This was a dream, he could make the judge disappear! He tried to focus his mind's energy to the giant judge, told himself over and over again that he wasn't real, that he didn't want him there.

And just before the gavel hit them, the judge seemed to disappear. Phoenix breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

[un_worthy]

The judge had vanished and Edgeworth was absolutely speechless. ...Or he had taken the opportunity to finally sink to the ground and curl up into a ball while Phoenix's back was turned. All those earthquakes and life-threatening giants had caught up with him, and he missed the exact moment Phoenix had willed the judge away because he was too busy cowering on the floor.

Once Judgezilla was gone the court went quiet, and Edgeworth glared into space. He continued to glare at it during the long silence until he eventually sat up and put his head in his hands. OF ALL THE DREAMS, WHY ONE LIKE THIS.

"Nnngh... Wr-Wright. The next time you have a nightmare, don't invite me."

[thewrightidea]

Phoenix didn't miss Edgeworth's cowering on the floor. He did see him, but he said nothing, letting Edgeworth recover at his own pace. Besides, Phoenix was still panting frantically, trying to recover from the horror of that Judgezilla.

Once Edgeworth stood up, though, Phoenix looked back at him, having calmed down a bit himself.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know that door led here," he said somewhat quietly, the utter shame of such a dream now coming to the surface. At least it wasn't a sex dream.

What now? Should he see if the door was unlocked? Maybe he could find a nice dream to hide away in, or else he would end up trapped in another nightmare again. It would be nice to just wake up or something.

[un_worthy]

As Edgeworth finally stood and dusted himself off, he sighed. He wasn't exactly familiar with Phoenix's special brand of shame, but he was familiar enough with shame that he wasn't going to push it. "... It's fine."

There wasn't much left in the room, and he briefly contemplated staying there to prevent any further dream-life-threatening situations, but he had a score to settle with that door. He turned to face the door and hesitated before he tried to turn the knob, because who knew if it would even open or what would be on the other side?

...It opened. "Of course," he grumbled and looked through the doorway to see if something else out there was out to kill him. It looked like the same hallway from before, but this time it sounded like there was some kind of music playing off in the distance.

[thewrightidea]

The hallway had indeed been unchanged from before. There was a long row of doors aligning the area, but now Phoenix was intrigued by that music. It was very faint, but it seemed to be growing louder and louder, regardless of what direction they moved.

"Well, at least we got that door open," he remarked sheepishly, strolling through the hallway with Edgeworth.

"Wait, that music!" Oh, he knew it! That was the Steel Samurai Theme, wasn't it? Someone must have been having a dream about the Steel Samurai.

Or wait.

"Oh! I think that's my cell phone..." He reached in his pocket for his phone, but it wasn't there. Then he realized... Wait. He was dreaming. That was his phone back in the "real" world. "Back in the 'real' world I guess..."

[un_worthy]

"Your... cell phone?" Since when did Wright have a Steel Samurai--

Wait... That was HIS cell phone! Ugh, he knew he should have gotten rid of that ringtone... While he displayed some nervousness over the music, he didn't seem too annoyed until the ringing chimed in.

After furrowing his eyebrows and trying to figure out very hard where it was coming from, he finally said, "I believe that's my alarm clock." Was he saved by the bell, or what? "I, err... I guess I should be leaving."

[thewrightidea]

"Oh okay," he said nonchalantly. Edgeworth's alarm clock. That made perfect sense!

Wait a minute.

"Wait, Edgeworth, why do you have a Steel Samurai alarm clock--"

But as soon as Phoenix began to say that, his grasp on the dream world began to fade, and his words seemed to come from so far away.

Gradually, Phoenix realized he was in his bedroom, no longer in that strange dream world. Looking over to his phone on the nightstand, he realized that it hadn't actually rung. Not yet. It was still early in the morning, but...

What the hell was up with that dream he just had? It seemed really different. Also.... his phone didn't actually ring, so that's not what woke him up. Was that truly Edgeworth in his subconscious? Did he somehow make his way into his dream space?

More importantly, did Edgeworth really have a Steel Samurai alarm clock?

[un_worthy]

AS IF EDGEWORTH WOULD HAVE A STEEL SAMURAI ALARM CLOCK... IN HIS ROOM...

He left it at home, thank goodness. He did, however, neglect to change the ringtone on his cell phone's alarm function... And one of the first things he did when he woke up was change it to something more acceptable. Something was still bothering him as it became apparent he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep and, after fixing himself some tea, sat down and tried to remember every detail of his (strangely realistic) dreams that night.

... Oh. He never gave Wright that atrocious sweatshirt back. There were more pressing matters at hand, of course, like trying to figure out a subtle way to ask Phoenix if he had a dream about a giant judge trying to kill him, so that detail was dismissed rather quickly.

Since when did Phoenix have a Steel Samurai ringtone, anywa-- Nevermind. It was probably just his subconscious playing tricks on him.