mister sandman, bring me a dream ...

[the9thdream]

[Today, tonight, wherever you are, you find yourself drifting ... in the dark places behind your eyes, there's something very soft ...

You're dreaming. But whose are you seeing?]

((DREAM POST! Feel free to have your own, wander into someone else's, or what-have-you.))

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[noarmyatmyback]

[this dream is a empty expanse of battlefield, the ground littered with shattered spears, the bones of dead horses (but none of dead men), a solitary flag hanging in the distance. a flag hangs limply next to you, the emblem on it tattered beyond recognition.

it's still. there's no wind here; no clouds in the sky; everything is in shades of gray. except for you.]

[onthenightroad]

--ah, this isn't International Crepe House. I must have read the map wrong.

[noarmyatmyback]

[there are no crepes on the battlefield, no.

but in the distance, movement: someone or something approaching :|b awfully far away though.]

[onthenightroad]

--ah! Excuse me, excuse me, can you give me directions? France should be French, you see. And as everything is gray, I'm going to assume we're in Londinium, which means I took...maybe...thirty-three wrong turns since my last stop? Oh, dear.

SOMEWHERE...

[fuckyou_chorus]

[You open your eyes-in a dream?- to see a calm summer day. Marcy is waving her tentacles from her silo and the cows are mooing softly in time with the wind. Still, you can't shake a hint of fear that crawls down your neck. You shake your head, determined: this is silly. For camp, this all looks peaceful.

You look down at the lakeshore and notice the bubbles forming around the edge of the lake, and the faint wisps of haze coming off the lake. Something beeps, slightly forlorn, in the distance.

You watch bubbles lazily form at the edge of the lake. In the distance, there’s a faint, forlorn beeping, but the depth of the water muffles it. A good thing, too; it’s peaceful down here, with no distractions but the lapping of water as it moves in slow waves above you.

After a moment, the intensity of the scene fades, slightly, but the chill is still there.]

[ooc: Questions about this dream may be directed at Morrolan and Castor.]

[heightruled]

[this totally feels safe]

[fuckyou_chorus]

[of course it is.

you keep sinking into the lake water.]

[heightruled]

[SWIMMING FOR THE SURFACE]

[holysiscon]

[you're among the roots of a giant tree, so huge they curve overhead and block out everything else. the sky, likewise, is blotted out--nothing but leaves and branches overhead. it's beautiful here. restful.

someone's crying nearby, out of sight.]

[spacelark]

[ah. climbing to her feet.]

...hello?

[holysiscon]

Go away! Who are you? Get out!

[you can't tell where the voice is coming from]

[spacelark]

...Go where?

[right_hand_of]

[here, there stands a table, where a group of people sit, drinking, boasting and laughing, loudly. around them, the boat creaks in the wind. at the head of the table sits Hellboy.]

...and then he turned the dial to cheese, if you can believe it.

[say_thee_nay]

[Inexplicably pint-sized godling is joining the table in trying to reach whatever's there for drinking. Also the conversation.]

I cannot. What is a dial?

[right_hand_of]

It's a thing. That you spin.

You're kind of short.

[say_thee_nay]

A spinning thing of cheese does not make sense.

I am not. Everything else is too tall.

[reincarceration]

[ THIS DREAM IS A FIELD OF FLOWERS. THERE IS ALSO A DOUBLE RAINBOW. HOW IDYLLIC. There is also a couch, and some candy.

( may or may not be safe ) ]

[the9thdream]

[oooooo I like rainbows and flowers]

[reincarceration]

[ CHILLIN' ON THE COUCH. ]

Hello.

[the9thdream]

Hi~ may I sit?