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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"Yeah, I heard it was mainly a thing at the school," Garry said, comforted now that everything is making sense. But how come Bulba wasn't supposed to be there either, isn't he one of them? Hrm. Oh well, it seemed like Bulba was fine so Garry was.

"But still, this is a pleasant dream place you're in. It's so peaceful here."

Aaaaand there it is.

"It is, huh?" Bulba briefly looked back in the general direction they had come from, looking thoughtful. "I'd like to go back someday."

He turned away then, granting Garry a look at the intricate scrawl of a flower that was all over the skin of Bulba's back. The Ivysaur glanced over his shoulder, making a beckoning motion with his hand.

"This way."

Garry noted the "tattoo". He head tilted at it.

"Back to-ah."

Bulba must have known where they were going, so he just kind of tagged along. He lept thinking about that tattoo, though.

"Wow, that's some tattoo! What an intricate design that is. Such detail, whoever did it must be skilled."

He was very fascinated by it. He's an artist so.

Edited 2012-09-16 03:02 (UTC)

Bulba had actually no idea where they were going. His feet were leading and he was just following along because it felt right. If he had a human to take somewhere, he had to go this way. Whichever this way was.

He attempted to peer over his shoulder at the image, pursing his lips slightly. "I guess it is. I've never gotten a real good look at it before." It was just sort of there, and Bulba didn't go looking in mirrors all that often.

"It's not a real one though. That's just my flower."

"It's your...flower?"

Uhm.

"You don't mean the flower on your back as an Ivysaur, do you?"

Because the tattoo looks JUST like it.

His brows lifted.

"Hm? That's exactly what I mean. It had to go somewhere." He made a vague, awkward hand motion with his hand towards the majority of his back. "It's mostly internal, but I can feel it through the picture and stuff."

Garry tried not to think about the possibility that the flower was INSIDE his body, if he heard right. He supposed it was true, that thing can't just disappear. It's his lifeline basically. So he says nothing else about that fact, "But it IS pretty, it really looks like a tattoo done well."

Okay so now comes the big question, a little delayed in asking.

"Where are we going?"

"Haha, well, that's good to hear."

Not questioning the flower was probably for the best. Pokemon Science really wasn't anything you wanted to think about the details of very long unless you knew what you were getting into. But as if to illustrate the point, as vine casually slipped from just inside a shoulder blade, reaching out to gently hold back a branch that would have otherwise gotten in Garry's face if he wasn't looking. And if he was pre-occupied with that tattoo, then, well... yes. Hello vine.

Bulba was more focused on the way ahead. "This way.... mm..." He gave the forest a glance. "Home."

Which was odd. Home wasn't anywhere near the Garden. Huh.

...

That next five seconds are now bleached from his mind. Back vines. Shudder. Bulba just. Moved the branch. That is it. He is not crazy.

Ahahaha...ha.

"Home?"

That's a very vague place. Home as in "the school" or home as in "his house". This isn't real life, Bulba.

"...The forest?"

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Garry you poor, innocent soul.

Bulba's pace slowed a notch as he glanced back at Garry, a small melancholy twitch entering his smile. "No. That isn't my home. Home is..."

There was another pause and he looked a bit confused. Part of him was realizing that things were not quite right with where they were. This should not have been the way to home. The Garden was no where near Viridian, so why were they suddenly there? He had not previously been aware of his dreamings, but something was starting to stir now.

In the end he just shrugged and continued on. "Viridian City should be this way."

"Viridian City?"

Garry's confusion was up to 11. Okay now he had to ask.

"Bulba, where are we now...?"

The forest was giving way to a small path. It was not incredibly noticeable in the shrouds of trees, but it was there and it was a bit easier to navigate. The important part was that it was familiar.

"Viridian Forest," he informed Garry without another moment's hesitation. "Though to be honest I have no idea how you got here."

...Oh. Garry was sure he mentioned the dream thing but. Maybe he was being too subtle. Hrm...Did Bulba really notice?

"I walked through a door and I had no idea where I was going..."

A hand went and reached to touch Bulba's shoulder. Which means stop for one second and listen.

"Bulba, do you know what's even happening?"

Blink blink. Stopping and listening. Bulba raised his eyebrows and cocked his head.

"No...?"

Oh....Then let Garry take his other hand and place that on the second shoulder you have. Now look into his eyes because he looks serious and about to tell you something serious.

"Bulba, none of this here is real. You're dreaming. We all are."

Bulba glanced between the two hands holding his shoulders, but his eyebrows physically weren't able to raise any higher than they already were.

So he looked into Garry's eyes instead.

"..."

Blink. More blinking.

"I guess that would explain how we walked from Vermillion to Viridian in five minutes."

"I...don't know where those places are but I see your point."

He feels better Bulba got it so fast, he must be a serious veteran to weird things. Garry secretly sort of is, and he's thankful there's one less someone he's regarded as a friend has possibly not seen his nightmares.

"You're not the first dream I've accidentally stumbled on. It all started with mine and I've been seeing doors so."

Edited 2012-09-21 02:56 (UTC)

If people were stumbling into dreams then... For a moment clarity struck his thoughts and Bulba could deeply appreciate that of all the dreams he could have been having right then, this was the one that had happened. Similar to Garry's own nightmare, the less people who knew what might have gone on in Bulba's the better.

"You go through doors then? I wonder... This isn't really the first time people have been able to see each other's dreams."

"Is that so...?"

That's concerning. The thought of people on more than one occasion being able to see the inner workings of a person mentally...Garry is going to have to be on extra defense. Garry ran his shoe through the dirt out of uncomfortable habit.

"But yeah, I've gone through a number of them already."

"That's kind of neat, I guess," Bulba mused a little. "A bit disconcerting though, I bet."

Bulba tilt his head, considering things a bit. "I wonder if you'll even remember any of them when you wake up."

"I won't know until it happens."

He hopes he forgets, EVERYONE forgets. Garry looked around...so...what to now.

Since, Bulba, you now know this ain't real.

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