Dream

[letmefollow]

You're looking at a kaleidoscope. Patterns swirl in front of your eyes, circles with indeterminable patterns, shapes and symbols. Hourglasses. Salamanders. Flames. Stars. Triangles. The kaleidoscope keeps turning, turning, until the patterns catch fire and burst into flames.

Comments

[live_ringer]

[If he were to wake up right after this dream, Lyle would have no problem pinpointing its owner, because no one else in the Sphere has quite such a vendetta against that shirt. (Not that the garish thing wasn't asking for it.)

As it is, what will stick with him most when he eventually wakes up is the thing that sticks with most people: that this Colonel fellow really can't pull off a skirt and shouldn't be trying.]

[interveningly]

[This dream is highly illogical. Veda does not approve. He is also uncertain how he feels about Lockon and his rather sudden lack of top. Or the other man. Or the talking dog. Or the miniskirt.

...The dog seems the most illogical, when he awakens]

4/13

[burntorangesky]

[The word 'Gaellic' sounds very vaguely familiar, in that frustratingly elusive way. The word 'Xingese,' however, does not.

The clothing issues are just... odd. Seeing Lyle (no, that isn't him, is it? Goodness Aim looks exactly like his brother, doesn't he) shirtless is rather more appealing that Fred might have guessed; seeing Snap in such a short skirt, however, is not.]

Mmm... needs to be longer...

[She goes back to sleep.]