[Fred barely wakes this time, only enough to roll over in bed, seek a new position. The uncomfortable feelings of being invisible in front of a crowd... they're there, yet they're not. The whole thing seems familiar... speaking in front of a crowd, speaking to people that look like that... it all seems so familiar.
The gaze of the person wearing the suit (or is it an android) was far too intense; Fred's thoughts skitter away from that, to focus (dimly, sleepily) on the other elements of the dream. The flower that goes to ash... being up on a stage... no one seeing you, invisible again... the pain of being ignored...
She blinks once, twice, and slips back into sleep, the painful loneliness chasing her on her way.]
[Juhani woke, slithered out of the blankets she'd settled under one of the beds, and paced her apartment silently. She'd dreamed of Ambassador suffering a problem that she sometimes wished was hers.]
[Though she knew, of course, that she did need interaction, sometimes. Although it complicated things, it made life so much brighter. She remembered her time alone on the Fourth Floor with a frission of displeasure.]
[No matter. Who could gauge the meaning of dreams? She checked the Force and found nothing untowards around her home. Best now to return to sleep.]
[As sometimes happened, the space she'd slept in looked less like a den now and more like a place to be trapped. Juhani climbed instead into a hammock and closed her eyes.]
[None of this is familiar to Bellflower - the places, the people. It feels like this place is not her's - except how could it be anyone else's? She recognizes Ambassador, though, tries to get his attention - but it's as though she were simply an observer here. Was this place his, then? She could see the people move around him, not notice him... was this how he felt?
She awoke with a vague feeling of sadness - and pity, too, for the strange man.]
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The gaze of the person wearing the suit (or is it an android) was far too intense; Fred's thoughts skitter away from that, to focus (dimly, sleepily) on the other elements of the dream. The flower that goes to ash... being up on a stage... no one seeing you, invisible again... the pain of being ignored...
She blinks once, twice, and slips back into sleep, the painful loneliness chasing her on her way.]
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[Though she knew, of course, that she did need interaction, sometimes. Although it complicated things, it made life so much brighter. She remembered her time alone on the Fourth Floor with a frission of displeasure.]
[No matter. Who could gauge the meaning of dreams? She checked the Force and found nothing untowards around her home. Best now to return to sleep.]
[As sometimes happened, the space she'd slept in looked less like a den now and more like a place to be trapped. Juhani climbed instead into a hammock and closed her eyes.]
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She awoke with a vague feeling of sadness - and pity, too, for the strange man.]
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