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.

[noarmyatmyback]

[whatever it is stops at the sound of your voice! just close enough to register as a human silhouette. it lifts an arm, then it's gone]

[onthenightroad]

...oh, fine. Usually people feel inclined to help people so obviously hopeless with directions.

[folds up the map and tucks it back into his coat]

[noarmyatmyback]

*...behind you*

What are you doing here?

[onthenightroad]

[SPINS AROUND]

...

I could ask the same of you!

[noarmyatmyback]

...you shouldn't be here, Abel.

[onthenightroad]

I know, I know... I should be in France!

[noarmyatmyback]

...wrong world.

[onthenightroad]

--ah.

Well, now that you mention it, this is a bit bleak even for downtown.

[noarmyatmyback]

I'm sorry you had to see it this way.

[onthenightroad]

See what, exactly?

[noarmyatmyback]

Where I come from.

[onthenightroad]

...what, really?