Picture yourself in a boat on a river/With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Characters: Bridge handy_psychic and OPEN to dreamers
Date/Time: September 12th, nighttime
Location: Dreamscapes
Rating: Pure G.
Summary: Bridge is having a fun- if a little psychadelic- dream. Why not join him?
Note that Bridge has psychic powers, so he's a very strong lucid dreamer and likes to change the environment at his whim. Altering the scenery yourself is permissable, and it's up to you whether your character appears as normal or as a clay person.
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Bridge's eyes were closed, and he gave a blissful sigh as he drifted on a cloud over a peaceful blue ocean. He lay back at his ease, the fluffy pink cloud supporting him comfortably. His dream world looked as though it had been made by a child that had gone wild with an art set; people (including himself) and animals were made of clay, and the sea below him seemed to have been drawn with crayon, cartoonish waves breaking over themselves. Boats of simple design drifted by, emanating glittery puffs of smoke. The sky above him seemed to have been painted with swirls of many different shades of blue watercolor paint.
Bridge was peaceful, which didn't happen much when he slept, and he was content to fly along.
Date/Time: September 12th, nighttime
Location: Dreamscapes
Rating: Pure G.
Summary: Bridge is having a fun- if a little psychadelic- dream. Why not join him?
Note that Bridge has psychic powers, so he's a very strong lucid dreamer and likes to change the environment at his whim. Altering the scenery yourself is permissable, and it's up to you whether your character appears as normal or as a clay person.
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Bridge's eyes were closed, and he gave a blissful sigh as he drifted on a cloud over a peaceful blue ocean. He lay back at his ease, the fluffy pink cloud supporting him comfortably. His dream world looked as though it had been made by a child that had gone wild with an art set; people (including himself) and animals were made of clay, and the sea below him seemed to have been drawn with crayon, cartoonish waves breaking over themselves. Boats of simple design drifted by, emanating glittery puffs of smoke. The sky above him seemed to have been painted with swirls of many different shades of blue watercolor paint.
Bridge was peaceful, which didn't happen much when he slept, and he was content to fly along.