we are lost to one another. we are lost to the world. there is nothing left.

[thepull_mods]

Who: Siren's Port
When: The night of Wednesday, October 19th into the morning of Thursday, October 20th.
Where: In the mind, in the dreams, in the unconscious of the sleepers.
Summary: --
Warnings: These dreams may be considered not safe for work, with violence, gore, death, underlying sexual themes and other mentions of graphic nature. Having them

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[drinkthebleach]

[The last five nights had been like a horror movie marathon. His entire career was based in the ongoing discussion of these subjects: death, violence, and gore. The one unsettling detail was that the dreams weren't some random electric show that his brain concocted--suddenly everyone in the Port was linked together in some kind of mental daisy chain, sharing their nightmares. Other people's lives were invading his personal space.

He was able to shrug this off through the stunning combination of uppers and ignoring the whole thing. Though the images were a little too close for comfort, the only dream that manages to strike his composure was his own.

Pickles wakes up on his back, instantly aware that a weight was still pressing down on his sternum, and his heart was pounding against the wet pieces of cardboard that seemed to be his lungs. 'Seeing' his brother again doesn't even process as he throws his legs over the side of the bed and almost sticks his head between his knees, trying to swallow his anxiety.

He wasn't sure why that trick worked, but gradually he starts to creep back into his own skin and breathe, though he still feels a little dizzy. For a few seconds, he trains his ears and tries to hear through the walls for any extra sounds before he catches himself giving his nightmare too much credit.

Pickles scrubs his face with his hands, but all he wants to do is pitch something through something else, so he balls his fists and digs his nails briefly into the skin above his eyebrows. It helps a little bit, but goddamn it...just. Fucking Seth. He made everything impossible, even when he was a million miles away.

There was no way he was going to go back to sleep after that. He pulls his jeans on and stares at the other bed before finally shoving his NV in his pocket and going into the other room to check out what other people were doing on the network. Anything for a distraction.]