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[smileforaliving]

After the whole 'getting sedated' thing his dreams have been more than a little surreal. He's walked through paintings, saw music as it danced around him, explored a city that was twisted and warped by his mind

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[withoutshrimp]

[It was still taking some getting used to it, the whole shared dreaming thing. Still she was walking through the chaos, tilting her head in confusion as she spotted a familiar face. One of the people who had visited her at the Magic Box.]

What's going on?

[smileforaliving]

He looks up when she speaks, blinking when he realizes that he knows her. "Anya," he says with a slight smile. "Hi there."

He wasn't expecting to see anyone he knew and if he did, it was certainly not her.

"I'm not really sure," he admits. "But my instincts are telling me that we should stay away from that." He jabs a finger behind them towards the approaching lights and sound. "In the mood for a little walk?"

[withoutshrimp]

She nodded a little in agreement. "I'm of the general agreement that tagging that would be in our best interest. As it looks unsafe and it would be foolish to knowingly go into something that dangerous."

Which seemed to be stating the obvious, but that was something Anya ended up doing a lot. She nodded a little again.

"A walk would be fine."

[smileforaliving]

He's about to say something about the whole 'stating the obvious' thing but shakes his head and decides against it. It's wasting time and he feels like they don't really have much of it to spare.

"Great," he says, starting in the opposite direction at a brisk walk that turns into a bit of a jog. He'd rather put as much distance between him and whatever the hell it is that's coming after him as possible.

Dream or not, nothing feels right about this situation.

[mobilisomnia]

There's a blur of movement. Ariadne's not entirely sure if that was possible, or if she was causing it. Either way, she emerges from it, like a still out of a scene in a movie where people out of focus hurry about. She's not questioning if it's a dream or not. It feels real for the moment, her subconscious not yet checking if it is.

She saw a man walking in the opposite direction. All motion and sound seems to be following him. Ariadne stops in the crowd, the flow moving around her.

"This is for you, isn't it?" She asks, her voice trying to grab his attention.

[smileforaliving]

As soon as the crowd catches up to him,, he winces his hands immediately going to his temples. The migraine comes on hard and fast as soon as the activity meets him.

He swallows down a bit of nausea as he tries to concentrate on something, anything at all but the pain in his head.

He barely hears her but it does push through. He looks up, peers at her. "I guess it is," he says, his voice soft, not wanting to add to the noise around him.

[mobilisomnia]

Ariadne looked up at him, he didn't look well. He was taller than her, though most people were. Even in dreams. He was older, but not old. "Change it." She told him, the idea suddenly coming to her.

This was a dream. Her eyes looked from him to the crowd continuing to buzz around them. "Take us somewhere else." She got jostled by a projection, the person pushing her into his line.

[smileforaliving]

"I can't,,," he snaps and it comes out harsher tyhan he meant to but the pain keeps increasing and it's making him tetchy.

"I'm not good at it yet,," he tries again. "I can do smaller things but I can't....move us." He's been working on getting better at changing his dreams, making things appear and disappear but he's not gotten good enough to simply change the entire dream yet.