Dream's Office Hours, 3/22

[game_of_you]

The professor is in. He appears to be modifying a map that looks very old, and isn't written in a human alphabet.

[OOC: Heading home to deal with family stuff. On SP at least some of the time until 4, gone from then until 8 or 9, and then back with a vengeance.]

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[game_of_you]

"Okay, but, see, I had this dream," Angel said. "When I was sick. About this hotel I used to live in, and all this death that happened there, and about there being life in it again and... I dunno. Maybe it's related?"

"It may be," Dream agreed. "So many things end up back in the Dreaming."

"What makes you think your response to this person is related to this dream?"

[notstakedyet]

"Because it happened before I slipped?" Angel guessed. "And maybe - maybe the dream was about my evil side waking up? Wanting h - wanting to hurt this person again."

[game_of_you]

Dream thought about this for a long moment. "I am not a seer," he said finally. "But if you give me your hand? I could go with you to look at this dream, in my realm. That might give us the answers you seek."

[notstakedyet]

Angel stared at him.

"This is a literal giving my hand, right?" Angel asked. "Not some marriage thing? 'cause I'm already seeing someone."

[game_of_you]

Dream held out his palm impatiently. "Literal, yes. I have no plans of ever marrying again."

[notstakedyet]

"I imagine that's quite a story," Angel said, mostly because he didn't know what else to say. He held his hand out for Dream to take.

[game_of_you]

"A bit of one," Dream said earnestly.

He reached for Angel's hand an concentrated for a moment, and then they were in the Dreaming, in an area where reflections of old dreams play in endless loops, reflected on bits of water like a thousand clouds. "I think your own is ---" Dream navigated by sense and ancient instinct. "About here, yes?"

[notstakedyet]

"You'd be the one to know," Angel said, but even as he said it he could feel the dream that he and Isabel had shared.

[game_of_you]

Dream walked straight toward the dream, watching the action flicker between what looked like half a century ago, the present, and, perhaps, the future. "This feels right," he said, nodding at the hotel lobby. "Do you recognize this place?"

[notstakedyet]

Angel nodded. "Hyperion Hotel. I lived here back in the 50s."

He glanced up towards the balcony on the second floor. "If you could call it living."

[game_of_you]

"You were stagnant," Dream said. "It seems as though you feared yourself and the world, in equal measure."

[notstakedyet]

"Well yeah," Angel said with a non-committal shrug. "That and the wallpaper."

[game_of_you]

"Wallpaper has driven many men to madness," Dream said, apparently totally serious.

"But -- I think you know this is a place that matters greatly to you, past and, if I read this right, future." Dream rubbed his chin. "Though truly prophetic dreams are rare."

"Why does this place remind you of your friend?"

[notstakedyet]

Angel frowned. "This place doesn't remind me of L - "

He swallowed the name before he could say it.

If Dream looked carefully - or, perhaps being Dream he needn't have to be careful at all - he might notice faint shadows flickering in and out behind Angel. All of whom were people Angel knew, but not all belonged to his memories of the hotel.

[game_of_you]

"But Logan is here," Dream said simply, gesturing to the shadow in the lobby where Logan Echolls flickered in and out of sight. "This is your dream, Angel. In some way, you wished him here."

[notstakedyet]

Angel laughed, shaking his head. He didn't even look in the direction Dream was pointing in. "No. No way. I'd never wish Logan here."