Greens do it in your dreams. [OPEN TO ALL FLIGHTS]

[theshadowkissed]

Who: Rose and YOU!
What: Accidental Dreamwalking. (prose or action)
Where: IN YOUR DREAMS! Though Rose is physically in the Emerald Sanctum, hanging out near the hollowed out tree she's claimed as her own if a flightmate wants to bother her. Or Sleeping Beauty Ysera wants to reprimand her.
When: Throughout the first half of April very, very late at night.
Warnings: will update if the dreams get too weird.

Rose still hadn't adjusted herself to non-moroi timetables. To her, midnight was still mid-day thanks to the nocturnal lifestyle she'd lived practically most of her life. She was slowly working on transitioning, but it still had her awake at what most people thought were weird. Or they might if they didn't sleep for days on end like the green dragons.

It left Rose with a lot of free time in the Sanctum. She didn't like sitting about, but it was still marginally better than the jail cell she'd been in not too long before the demons had invaded her world. She wanted to get out there and destroy the demons so she could get back home. She really missed Lissa.

Getting out of the habit of slipping into her best friend's mind to comfort herself while separated from Lissa was hard to break. It wasn't as if she could go 'check up' on the Moroi princess anymore, but the act of relaxing and opening her mind up to the possibility was something that Rose automatically did when she was bored. Unfortunately, as a Dragonsworn of the Green Flight, that meant she accidentally found herself 'checking up' on people she had no bond with at all.

Ugh, Ysera had even told her about this eventually happening. Now, if only she knew who's dream she ended up in...

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DEMON DREAMS DEMON DREAMS

[kingdomofsaints]

Well, if you end up in Amane's dream... it's kind of a mess and still settling into place, but all dreams are, so there's not much to say.

The landscape is literally just one hue of black, with multicolored... faces... of no real distinguishable identity sticking out the floor and opening their mouths wide. Euurgh. If you walk around the weird but otherwise controlled landscape, you'll find Amane in mini Cartesian Garden. The dream's just beginning, however, so she might be groggy.

nonsensical stress dream ahead

[telaari]

Vastania's dream takes place in the crystal-lined heart of the Exodar. A gentle chiming fills he air, heard and yet not heard; it's as if the sound comes from within one's own head. Nevertheless it soothes the senses, even if there's no apparent source.

Vastania kneels before a crystalline figure suspended in the air. It's big enough to completely dwarf her, all seven feet of her, but she doesn't seem to be frightened by it. She has her hands up, reaching toward the naaru, pleading for something.

"... Please, Lightborn, I must know why the elekks have been loosed from the stables."

[amygdalae]

Bruce's dream are ones that don't exactly make sense either, although when one has two different mindsets locked together it is usually a recipe for disaster in one form or another.

As it is though, this time Bruce is reliving a memory (moment) rather than having a dream. It's the Battle of New York as he remembers it - or rather, whatever little he actually can recall. The cityscape is visible, but alongside with it being wrecked there's also patches of white where his mind is unable to recall the scene entirely and thus can't recreate it. Everything is frozen, locked in place, and Bruce could be found standing by the pavement as looks at the moment that's frozen in this dream and thinks on it.

He hasn't really had the chance due to the hectic aftermath of the battle against Loki, but now that he's stuck here and with not much to do... well, at least better late than ever,

[chronoillogical]

Rose will encounter a landscape of grey desert, interrupted only by broadcast towers stretching into the sky and to the distance, like a forest of tall pine trees. Each tower has dozens and dozens of TV monitors, which are either off or filled with the white-noise static of no signal.

In the center of them, or the center as the dreamscape dictates it, sits Caliborn. He's perched on top of a large computer console, staring at the one monitor with any coherent imagery on it. "Coherent" is a generous term, given that the show is comprised of brief flashes of memory that, despite sliding together in one long smoothly-flowing scene, are so unexplained and lacking in flow that they wouldn't be understandable to anyone else.

Humans, aliens, battles, stretches of stagnant empty room... Caliborn is enthralled by it, nonetheless.

i'm not sorry

[misterbrief]

The terrain is dusty and rocky, spanning for miles upon miles, as far as the eye can see. Huge craters line the surface, and in some parts, it looks almost if some of these holes had been created by a large blast. It's not dark, light hitting the surface from a star that's close, the sky not being that of the atmosphere of a planet, but rather, a clear view of the galaxy surrounding this rock that Rose has found herself upon. Stars line the view, and a planet, red in color, is clearly visible from this spot.

Because this spot is an asteroid, and they are on a rock that is acting as a pseudo-moon to this planet.

Meanwhile, a certain crabby someone is sitting on a outcropping, looking rather bored, eating pizza out of a pizza box. It doesn't look like he's really enjoying his meal, but there's nothing else to eat. He looks over to her, as if he knew she was there the whole time.

"Well? Did you figure out how to get out of here yet or what?"

[windandrain]

The dream Rose slips into this time is maybe a bit normal seeming at first. She'll find herself seated in a comfortable leather seat high up off the road in the cab of a semi truck that's currently plowing down a sunny stretch of highway. Next to her is a young looking woman dressed in a tan shirt and slacks, a green hat sporting this logo, and tapping her hands on the steering wheel in time to some indistinct sounding song that's coming out of the radio. The tune flits from a folk beat to a slow, traditional Japanese sounding melody, to a cheerful country song, and through a dozen other genres.

The woman, Saori, looks over at the newcomer with amusement. She hadn't really expected company at all, but on the road way out here odd things did happen, so it was easy enough to accept it. Smiling cheerfully, she offers the woman a polite inclination of her head as she reaches for an enormous Mega-Super-Gulp in the cup holder and takes a sip before speaking.

"Well, I wasn't really anticipating a visitor. How do you do?"

oh my god I'm almost sorry

[beholdthedrums]

This is not a dream anyone wants to be in, even the dreamer himself is barely aware of it, hidden beneath the layers and layers of drumming--a four beat sound that in his mind takes on an almost physical presence. It should be a shield, it should be enough to keep anyone out of his head, but sometimes it just isn't enough, so when Rose accidentally stumbles in, that horrible noise abruptly goes silent. It waits, pulled back like a viper, and the Master's eyes snap open to stare at the intruder with terror and anger and anticipation.

"You really shouldn't be here," he tells her in warning from where he's crouched amongst ash. Whether or not the warning is because of what he will do, or what his dream can do, is unclear.

The sky above was black and without stars, the air frigid. The whole of creation falling apart. Distant echoing of screams fall into childlike, maniacal laughter.

"Turn back now," he continues, voice hard. Then he laughs, another added to the chorus in the distance. "If you can."

[mortalforged]

This dream is strange-- primordial in its way, full of bright colors and plumage, willowy trees, and an incredible infinite sky of purple and blue. There is a very large green dragon sprawled out on the mossy ground. He isn't as large as Ysera, but he's easily one of the biggest green dragons seen in the sanctum... except, if you've an eye for detail, he rarely takes this form around people and thus it's pretty new.

The first clue to his identity is that he seems to be snoozing with a bunch of little birds on his head. The second is his sad little frill of a beard, which is cute but not quite as large as he'd like it to be.