Dreamshare - Everyone Leaves

[cathar_jedi]

[Happens at about 4 a.m, open to lonely people everywhere.]

You are loved.

You are warm, safe, happy. Everything you need is here. You are with someone who you love and who in turn loves you. Who they are, their features, their scent, the feel of them, their presence in the Force, what kind of love you share, all are vague in the way that dreams are

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[grab_my_bells]

[This dream feels so much like his own that Bell is surprised when he discovers he is...slightly fuzzy. Physically covered in fuzz. If he put stock in dream symbolism, he would be questioning what that could mean.

When he wakes later, after all that the night has showed him, he feels overcome with a sense of worry and impending loss. He drags out various items relevant to his and Gai's relationship over the course of their time here and lays them out on the dresser like a memorial before draping Gai's towel over his shoulders and spending his off-work hours laying on the couch and reading back through his journal. First, just his conversations with Gai, and then it becomes their little family--Genius, Fred, Derrick, Lotus, Seven, etc--and finally everything, everyone. Even things Bell himself was not involved in.

Someday they'll all be gone. Everyone. He wants to remember them.]

[proudambassador]

[He wakes up to find himself crying. Angrily, defensively, even though no one is around to see him, Ambassador wipes the tears away. He gets up and makes his way to the bathroom, getting a cool cloth to wash his face with.

Hah. Love. It doesn't exist. Unless maybe that one girl, the one his dream called War, was... No. Love is a myth and an illusion, and he shouldn't be weak enough to cry over it. He shouldn't feel lonely, because there's no point in it. Everyone is alone.

He will never be loved. He knows this. Sometimes he hates this. But it is life, and every interminable day drags on and is dealt with.

It takes Ambassador a very, very long time to go back to sleep.]

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[iattractmushi]

[It's a familiar feeling, that everyone leaves... familiar, yet... not. Cloud wakes with the ache of tears in his throat, though his face is dry.

This can't be his dream. Because... because the feeling of being loved is... utterly alien. He can recognize it, in the way it's like a more intensive friendship. But he knows he's never felt anything like that before.

And he can see why, now, thanks to this dream. If it's so painful when people leave... then how can someone like him--a person who apparently can't stay in one place in his world--have anything like a relationship?

Everyone leaves. Or is it more accurate to say he always leaves? Either way... either way. The feeling of being alone is... achingly familiar.

Adashino comes from somewhere, wriggles himself under Cloud's hand. It's strange taking comfort from an animal, but it does make him feel better, somehow, as he closes his eyes. It's still a few hours before morning, and he hasn't gotten much actual sleep tonight. He's going to try for a few more hours, if he can.]

[notpissedoff]

[Drifting into wakefulness, Rain rolled over with a groan before sitting up and brushing his hair out of his face. He wasn't going to get anymore sleep tonight, he knew. He'd never had a dream like that before. Sure, he'd had a few that left him with the same deep sense of grief, of loss, but not quite like that. He'd never dreamed of being close to anyone else, of being cared for by anyone else. Was it better or worse, he drowsily wondered, to let people get close only to have them leave you, as opposed to keeping them at a distance

[longnosedliar]

[Sniper jerks awake with a small cry. He's having unpleasant dreams this night. It's no surprise, considering how he has been festering in his own bitterness since he had woken up, but it's still unpleasant.

This dream wasn't like his normal ones. Even his nightmares are loud and lively, full of bright colours and full of sensation. This one is vague, and he can only recall brief snatches of what he had felt.

He sits, hunched in his small, flat bed for a moment and hugs his knees close until the racing of his heart fades away. If there is anything that he fears, it is complete solitude.

He rouses himself, even though the hour is early and leaves the house. If he's not going to sleep, he will at least walk amongst the small homes and take solace in the illumination of the windows of those who stay up far too late.]