(no subject)

[sogonnaboneher.livejournal.com]

[loud splash and then a gasp as he surfaces]

What the---what the fri----om... [he's clinging to the iceberg and panting for breath and shivering]

... is that...


Okay, I'm baffled.




[OOC: DREAM PLOT BEGIN]

Session Number Three

[adoseoffear.livejournal.com]

[the recorded sound of footsteps falling in a silent echoing hallway]

[there is a moments pause where the footsteps stop and from a distance getting louder and louder is the sound of a strangled, uneven, rough and gaspy breathing]

[sound of journal falling on tiled floor]

[recorded in a whispered voice]

Scarecrow...

Act XLVIII; perchance to dream

[majestic-blue.livejournal.com]

[Romeo is currently sitting on a cloud in the middle of a comically painted stage sky, though the sky is very real... by dream standards. Uh. Anyway. There's a floating castle mansion... tower... thing of some sort, with a big balcony, and everyone's favorite crazy Endless is busying herself in the window. She's wearing a pretty but goth black dress.]

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Delirium is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!~ ♥

[ooc: Really, what else did you expect? Visitors can hitch a ride on a cloud, though everyone has Air Trecks inexplicably. Dream may switch to Puck's or Macbeth's at random... so there could be threadhopping involved, idk.]

(no subject)

[bloody-doctor.livejournal.com]

[dictated by two people; the voice is the same, as is their speech pattern, but you can feel a significant different in tone between the two]

Hn. How irritating. I'm awake, but yet you remain.

I am you. Is it really so surprising?

All things considered? Not so, doctor-kun.

Your journal is open, you realize.

My, my. So it is. [the sound of rustling as Akabane walks over to pick it up] Another day, another interesting turn of events...

0.15 [all dictated/recorded]

[rememberwhy.livejournal.com]

[The sound of screams and the crackle of flames; heavy footsteps and the whoosh of the wind. Jet wakes up abruptly, and his eyes go from confusion to shock to horror to anguish to rage as he registers the scene.]

What—no. No. NONONO.

[A child is screaming. A short look amongst the flames, and he discovers that the child is a young him. Nearby, a firebender kills a random villager.]

No.

No.

NOOOOOO!!

[Swords are drawn; he attacks the nearest firebender in a crazed frenzy.]

005

[shirtless]

[ He's running quickly through the woods, trees whizzing past him and the wind blowing through his growing fur. It feels utterly amazing to be running on four legs again.

You'd better hurry it up, Jake. Emily's almost done and you know how Sam gets when you're late! Young Seth's voice intrudes his mind, halting his train of thought, and he chuckles. He howls, knowing his call can be heard as he closes in on the house.

( (the dream continues, cut for length) )

He pays no attention to them, but turns his son upright while Bella returns with their firstborn, holding him up by the hands as the child "walks" on her feet. When she is close enough, he pulls her in for a long, passionate kiss. There are hoots and hollers, and he can pick out Leah's distinct grumbling.

Bella smiles after pushing him away, obviously embarrassed. "What was that for?"

"For loving me," he says, hoisting his son in one arm while reaching down to ruffle the hair of the other with his free hand. "For choosing me. For choosing this future."

"I wouldn't have had it any other way." ]

[ Jacob hastily rubs his hand over his cheek, not giving in to what the dream obviously wants from him. Denying it even a single glimmer of wetness in his eye. He scoffs, fully awake now, experiencing the dream for the third time in a row. ]

Yeah, right.

((ooc: For the more curious castle residents, feel free to experience everything from Jake's perspective, including the feeling of being a wolf, smelling the food, feeling the weight of the child, and kissing Bella. (ohoho!) Otherwise, you can just watch the scenes play out over and over again.))

12;

[cruxified]

[Kratos' dream is vague and unclear at some points, a guilt and hate-saturated memory playing in the back of his mind for the last twenty years. Some details are off, others are blown out of proportion to match his mental state. The realm is that of the inside of a house. Furniture has been smashed, broken, walls are scratched up and damaged-- there's been a fight. A fire is dying in the hearth. Blood is everywhere, black compared to the rusty hue of the entire dream. A strange, strangled howl and the grievous wail of a child can be heard from outside the house, but the only door actually goes back to the hallway.

In the center of the scene is Kratos, in his Judgment outfit and on his knees, beat-up and bloodied and sobbing.]

I can't do it... I can't do it...

[Out of the shadows near the bed, a horrendous, greenish creature looms, its eyeless head scraping against the ceiling. It's wounded. A tattered dress still clings to its clawed and unholy form.]

Kratos... please... kill me...

Anna... I-I can't...

You must... before I lose myself and... hurt our family again...

I-it's my fault... I couldn't save you... I couldn't protect anything I...

F-forgive me...

[ooc: After Kratos is pulled out, this dialogue can be heard, but she'll be begging the viewer to kill her too.]

fourth; Gallifrey

[cosmic-engineer.livejournal.com]

[In the background, there is a faint hum of several people talking quietly. Above that, though, a louder, far more powerful voice is growing in volume, deep and passionate.]

The amplification of forces from the stellar manipulator shall trigger the detonation in the star of Jaartus...

...What?

From there, the resulting black hole shall be harnessed as the power source to advance Gallifrey's mastery of Time itself!

[Dictated with open astonishment;]

Rass-- Rassilon?



[[Have a Citadel in your castle, Paradisa. :D]]

&hearts 109 &hearts

[misa-approves.livejournal.com]

[people whispering in the background]

Is that Misa-Misa?

Yeah, it is!

She's so much cuter in person.

Pretty legs, heh heh.

Huh? But... this is...

Oh my God, I'm home! This is Tokyo, with cute girls and pervy old men already! YES!!! TAKE THAT YOU STUPID CASTLE! MISA FINALLY WINS!

Is that a model thing?

Maybe... I want what she's on, too.

Um... Thank you for coming to see Misa, but this is a little sudden.

(no subject)

[moeglasses.livejournal.com]

[continuous typing noises for ... like ... ever



Kyouya is hanging out in a HUGE-ASS office with like, gigantic windows that overlook some sort of pretty skyline and is at his desk, typing away about finances. ]

4th Time - Relive

[key-of-time.livejournal.com]

[The journal falls open just in time to pick up the sound of Pluto shouting her attack.]

Dead Scream!

[The attack passes right through the illusionary Sailor Galaxia, and the golden soldier raises her arms to steal the Sailor Crystal of one of the other equally illusionary Sailor Senshi in the dream. A young, black haired girl screams as her Sailor Crystal is taken and her body seems to disintegrate. Haruka and Michiru might recognize her. Setsuna certainly does. The girl is Hotaru.]

No... No! Not again. Why is this happening again...?

[All she can do is try to fight again, which she does...]

Recorded;

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

[the sound of a door being opened and closed; soft footsteps]

Kaito-nii? I'm ba --

Do you see what time it is, Akito? [the click of the gun's safety being turned off]

[a nervous pause] E-Eleven thirteen?

It's past curfew. I told you to be in by eleven.

[...doesn't remember that, rofl] I... I don't remember you saying that, Oniichan. Sorry!

[GUN SHOT] Were you ignoring me when I told you, brat?

[a pained squeak] N-No! I just... didn't hear you, Oniichan. I-I wouldn't ignore you!

[something else is said, but is cut off as the journal is kicked shut]




{added in later, after the above recording is neatly crossed out}

( Friends. )

[ooc: takes place before the plot! l-lol, this was supposed to be posted earlier but my computer died before I got the chance. >>]

(no subject)

[fiveby-five.livejournal.com]

[distracted giggling in the background]

Well, fuck me.

Baby, I was planning on it.

...Huh.




[OOC: XD klsdfghkfl I'm sorry. Someone's having a porny dream in 1503 with Buffy/Faith/Reno, so venture at your own risk. I have to crash soon, but I'll try to reply as much as I can tonight for both muses! Dream!Voice can belong to any of the three, depending. XD]

One Hundred Forty-One

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[recorded; it's a tense, angry atmosphere, and there are only angry voices to be heard, all being spoken simultaneously with a female voice; humans, frightened and accusing, and the Doctor knows that this isn't right --]

You called us humans like you're not one of us.

He did! That's what he said!

And the wiring, he went into the panel and opened up the wiring...

That was after! And this can't be real...

But how did you know what to do?

Because I'm clever! And -- listen, just -- listen, this isn't real --

( [there's a moment's pause] (cut for length) )

He's been lying to us, right from the start!

No one's called John Smith, come off it!

Listen to me. Listen to me right now. This is the castle. I know it is. There's no way I've gone back, so it's -- what, made dreams tangible? Projected my subconscious? Oh, I d -- [but he's cut off again, as though the other voices are on a pre-recorded track, but it's all very real for him]

So you keep saying! You've been repeating yourself more than her!

[have an incredibly frustrated noise, campers!]

sixty-seven:

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

[Lucy's standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down at the panorama spread out beneath her--a grimy, haphazard sort of industrial complex, red with the glow of furnaces and thick with smoke, and even from this distance the smell of burned and burning flesh is strong. The sky above is utterly dark and empty; there's not a single point of light to be found anywhere. There's a wind, probably stirred up by the heat rising from the complex, and it scatters prickly dust across her calves. The sense of all-encompassing emptiness is almost overpowering]

This is the end of the human race, Lucy.

[Her husband, Harold Saxon, the Master, is standing very close behind her, his hands on her shoulders, speaking into her ear]

The end of the universe. The end of everything.

[she's gotten so used to being silent over her time at Paradisa that, even in her dreams, she's beginning to forget what her voice sounds like, so it's startling to hear]

There really is no point... is there. I've been right. We all die and there's no point.

[the Master's hands squeeze on her shoulders]

Isn't it good, Lucy?

[in her dream, she doesn't answer, and the presence of her husband so close behind her vanishes, leaving her alone and cold--and that's when she wakes up, and finds herself still there on that cliff, with no voice again]


[ooc: any visitors can feel free to see this same tableau or some variation thereof, minus awake!Lucy.]

(no subject)

[imahumanryo.livejournal.com]

[There's the sound of paddles swishing through what sounds like water but just so happens to actually be blood. There's silence for a while and then there's a voice from a little way from the opened journal]

You're the biggest fucking idiot I've ever seen.

( Cut just in case it's too NSFW 8D )

((BLUE = TETSU 8D Ryoki probably won't be talking at all for a while.))

012:

[notyouruncle.livejournal.com]

[Dream!Gibberne is in his laboratory at the Imperial College in London, in The Year Of Our Lord 1896, so any visitors to this dream from his future can be all "lol quaint science stuff". He's in the middle of an involved experiment but is cranky because he can't shake the feeling that he's missing something important, and in scientific experiments that can be A Very Bad Thing]

Three minutes until the next addition--[scribbling noises]--blast blast blast, I've checked everything in triplicate and yet--

[four noises, all nearly concurrent--a FWOOM! sound, shattering glass, a startled yelp, and the thud of Gibberne hitting the deck]

[crackling fire noise]

DAMN!


[ooc: any visitors can witness that particular mishap, Gibberne cleaning up that mishap, Gibberne working prior to that mishap, and/or a young man and woman (H.G. Wells and Jane Robins) flitting in and out with bemused expressions on their faces]

fifth aria:

[repetiteur.livejournal.com]

[Hellooooooo loud opera music. It's live and in person, it's only a few feet away, and according to your particular tastes, it's probably not very good. The chief offender is center stage in an extremely elaborate gown, holding a fake severed head, and she's singing for all she's worth, and damn, is her voice ever LOUD and HIGH and does it have A LOT OF VIBRATO. Reyer hates her with every fiber of every cell in his body and boy does he wish she would just go die in a fire already. But he gets paid to put up with her so he tolerates her (just barely).

Suddenly, mid-word, Carlotta (our hated soprano) goes stone-cold mute and nearly gags on the force of said muteness. Try as she might, she can't make another sound come out of her throat. And that noise you hear from the direction of the audience is every single opera critic in western Europe laughing fit to be tied.

Reyer loves this dream and would love for it to come true, but alas. So imagine his surprise when he wakes up, and he's still standing backstage, Carlotta is still gagging, and the critics are still laughing... only for it all to gently fade away back to square one]

Excellent...

† fifth evening

[refined.livejournal.com]

[ You've entered a nice-sized room that was probably finely decorated before, but it seems someone has taken the liberty of messing it up. Curtains are shredded, a mirror is broken and other trinkets lie scattered around the room, littering the floor in debris. At one corner, a man with blonde hair and amber-colored eyes approaches someone, his hands held up helplessly. ]

"This is what we are, Edward. Please, I--" [ But the man is cut off rather abruptly and rather than look irritated, his eyes reflected nothing but sorrow and anguish. Was this the right course of action? Was it selfish of him to make him what he was now, simply because he was lonely? No, it was so more than that. It had been the underlying determination in Elizabeth Masen's eyes when she asked him to save him.

But now.. ]

( Cut for length.. )

[ooc; Other dreams located here. I'm too lazy to write them all out. If you visit his room, expect to feel a dry, almost burning sensation in your throat to mirror Edward's newborn hunger.]

(no subject)

[odatakenaga.livejournal.com]

[Takenaga's room has become a lakeside resort in the middle of autumn. It's the kind of scene that should be pleasant, but it looks strangely gray and washed out. The wind causes the leaves to rustle in a way that's unpleasant and jittery. Occasionally you hear a crow cawing or a coyote howling. The buildings looks slightly worn and decrepit]


This all seems vaguely familiar for some reason...

[suddenly, strange music starts to play, the kind that you hear in suspense movies during a particularly exciting moment]

Huh?

[There is then the sound of manically laughter and a chain saw revving up along with the sound of an ax swinging. And it's coming from RIGHT behind him. Takenaga slowly turns himself around and he sees it, more than a few feet away from him. The guy is wielding both an ax and a chainsaw and is wearing a really ugly hockey mask with devil horns. His clothing is splattered in blood and human organs]

Holy Shit!

[Cue Running with the psycho right behind him. It takes ten minutes before Takenaga somehow reaches the door, tripping and falling just as the killer is about to hack him to death]

Oh... my... huh?

[looking through the door, he notices no killer, just the same seen before, but now it looks pleasant and bright and you can see people there. Families vacationing, teenagers riding jet skis on the lake, all that stuff.]

Okay, when I get home, I'm not watching her horror movies again.

((ooc: if you look into Takenaga's room, you will see this very appealing resort scene. Enter it though it will be the creepy place above and a serial killer will attack you. You cannot beat this serial killer, no matter how powerful you are. You can only run. You will not find the exit until he's finally able to catch you.))

005

[obstinateness.livejournal.com]

[ The room you will enter will not be a room at all, but in fact, a lavish wrap-around front porch. On the adjacent swing will be a fair-haired blonde man with a small child in his lap, reading her a story. The era is clearly different, one can note this from the style of clothing being worn. The setting is very joyous and pleasant, a typical family activity on a late summer Sunday morning. Rosalie was tending to the few plants that had residence on the porch, going over to refill Royce's glass of iced tea.]

Royce gave the book to his daughter and stood, placing a hand around Rosalie's waist and spinning her around, almost waltzing. The child giggled with glee and so did Rosalie.

" You are so beautiful Rose..." he said with a smile and a loving kiss to her forehead. Rosalie was beautiful, but she no longer possessed that other worldly god-like beauty as she did when she had been changed. She looked normal, as she should.

Distracted by Royce, Rosalie pulled away and took her daughter in her arms, noting the approaching storm.

" I think it's time we go inside, Vera, what do you say?~"

The child let out a sigh of disappointment and nuzzled closer to her mother. A maternal smile flashed acrossed Rosalie's lips as the family disappeared back into their home, seeking shelter from the approaching storm.

( cut for length... )

((ooc: If you wander into Rosalie's room, you'll feel something different depending on which part of the dream. If you're on the porch with Royce, you'll feel happy and aloof. If you're there when Rosalie was raped and nearly killed, you'll feel obvious pain. And if you're there with vamp!Rose, you'll get that awful burning feeling in your throat that never really goes away :\))

(no subject)

[chasingscars.livejournal.com]

[the Joker is sat in his room, which has now taken on the appearence of the DMV.  He;s sat, in his usual attire, at a desk.  Infront of him is an average Joe, sat at the desk infront of the Joker, complete with forms and paperwork  The Joker brings a rubber stamp down on the forms, leaving a big, red, glaring DENIED on them.  He doesn't give the guy a chance to argue, looks over the man's shoulder at the never ending queue waiting for their licenses]

Next.  [Another guy.  He denies it before the man says anything]

Next.  [Another denial.  The Joker rests his chin on his free hand, just denying the next four applications.  This dream is repetetive, boring, and orderly.  Almost a total nightmare.  It woould have been realistic if the Joker hadn't noticed three small bats, flapping their way around the lightbulb.  He denies another two people, he hasn't realised he's now awake yet, nor that he has any control over this one.]

Damn it Gotham, take the damned bus!

(no subject)

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[Oh to be here... Home and hearts and missing pieces. It was forever ago that this had never been, so why was it back...? it should go away. The field was still, except for the gentle weaving of the grass in a slight wind. The flowers were bright and happy, and the sun shown beautifully in the sky. It was impossible to hate, but it hurt so wonderfully. It hurt in a way the observer wouldn't understand, and would feel anyway. It hurt like memories. in the background, drifting to and fro with the wind is laughter. Hysterical quietly crying laughter.]

(no subject)

[ikurademo.livejournal.com]

[The soothing sound of waves can be heard over the journal as Michiru walks along the docks, along the shore. She is dressed in a white gown. Her hand rests on her stomach reflexively, though she's not sure why.]

Ahh... what is this place? It seems so familiar...

[Eventually, the beach melds away to the sharehouse instead. Methodically, she slips her shoes off and wanders inside.]

I'm home...

[She's surprised when Ruka pops out to greet her, of course.]

Welcome home!

Ruka...!

Hey, you two, you're going to miss it! They're showing Ruka's win on TV!

Eri-san, ah....

There's drinks too. C'mon, Michiru.

[Yup. This is both an awesome dream and a guilt trip. Michiru is led into the living room, a bunch of couches and comfy chairs surrounding a square table. The table is packed with food, and everyone in the sharehouse is pouring each other drinks. She settles in on the sofa with a glass in hand, smiling.]

I missed this place.

003

[earthgazing.livejournal.com]

[Maria's room has become a stunning meadow for as far as the eye can see, with an even blanket of large, white and perhaps very faintly glowing white flowers. For the moment there isn't much else visible except for the currently very blue sky and Maria herself, sat in the middle of it and looking fairly shocked at her surroundings. But also extremely pleased, of course.]

...How amazing...

[Lies down fully, smiling. Feel free to disturb her.]

(no subject)

[notcaged.livejournal.com]

Those who seek sanctuary may find it on the first floor. Nothing is touched there, save the ballroom, where the sky meets the ground.

To remain in such ill fantasies is folly. I bid you all flee.

(no subject)

[overninelives.livejournal.com]

[a school bell rings, and there's the sound of students chatting and laughing--and then it stops suddenly]

... what?

Why is everyone staring at me?

[some frantic footsteps, followed by the sound of people quickly moving away from them]

Wait! What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?

(no subject)

[lessthanstelar.livejournal.com]

[Subaru's voice sounds slightly echoed and distant, as if he were in a large room- which it probably would be if his room weren't a great big white... nothing. Subaru stands alone in the centre, moving to turn around only when he feels the gaze upon his back.]

...No... M-mom?

Mom, is... is it really you?

[The boy is struck dumb for a moment as his long-gone father appears as well, the parents standing just out of arm's reach.]

Dad!!

[Subaru runs at them, overjoyed, arms outstretched... but despite how he runs, he can't get any closer.]

Mom! Dad! I-I missed you so much, I- H-hey... Why can't I... wait!!

Where are you going?!

No! NO! Come back! MOM, DAD, MOM...!!

[some strangled sobbing... and then a sharp gasp as Subaru realizes his parents aren't the only ones standing out of his reach. Fading in and out of sight are friends, loved ones... people he'd left behind and people he'd seen go, each one tantalizingly close, but impossible to approach.]

[OOC: Some of the people are people he's met in Paradisa, so feel free to notice them/wtf at their being there as you pass by :Db]

(no subject)

[fired-once.livejournal.com]

[entirely dictated]

Shit. Shit. Didn't I wake up?!

Why the hell am I still here? [his voice sounds a little strained] All of this is over and done with...

[there's the sound of somebody banging on a large metal door, and then shouting in some made-up foreign language that may or may not sound like Arabic]

.....Shit.

~3

[locksleylady.livejournal.com]

[In Marian's dream it starts with a huge pit of sand, then slowly Gisbourne and Robin materialize in the middle of the pit, fighting to the death with swords.]

Robin! Sir Guy! Stop! No!

[They can't hear her and instead fight harder, then they slowly start to sink into the sand...]

Robin [sobs] oh God, get out of there!

[But they still can't hear and Marian is now on her knees sobbing.]

(no subject)

[awfulpoet.livejournal.com]

[Todays part is a run through of Cecily. Her taunting and cruelty and the epicly horrible poetry he wrote for her. Suddenly Bloody Awful will make sense, if you didn't understand it before. His dream is a mockery of everything he was and everything he wanted to be at the time. And it is the exact opposite of who he is now. It is the antithesis of day to day Spike. William is everything he ran away from. In the background the old song "Early One Morning" plays.]

...But! ...Cecily...

[004] (Accidental Dictation)

[cuteaninnocent.livejournal.com]

Oh, I fell asleep in a Chao Garden?

I better see if the Chao are okay...

((OOC: Come into the Chao Garden, where you can raise your very own Chao. You've only got a week to do it before the Chao disappears, so act fast!))

the twenty-third:

[kedavrad.livejournal.com]

[The dream you enter is steeped in fear and darkness. Cedric is alone in a graveyard where Harry Potter once accompanied him, the glow of the Triwizard cup all too far away. Harry's not here this time. He's holding his wand aloft as a man carrying a bundle of robes approaches, and though he's had this dream several times, he can't seem to change it.]

Who are you? What do you want?

Kill the spare.

AVADA KEDAVRA!

NO -- [and a flash of green light hits him, sending him flying. He's dead.

But only for a few seconds, and the scene starts again.]

--

[You're being chased by the tendrils of a Devil's Snare; unrelenting and unforgiving. Don't let them catch you, because if they do, they'll take you and drag you down, wrap round you until you can't breathe, and you'll never see daylight again.]

((ooc: Other variations here.))

007.x Nostalgic

[sosharpndull.livejournal.com]

[there is the sound of a woman in a background--]

What are you doing still asleep young lady? Hup to, get up! You need to get dressed quickly. Hurry up, the sun isn't going to wait for you.

M-mother?

This is my.. dream. [sigh] I'm awake, I know I'm awake. Is this more castle annoyance? [siiiiiiiiiigh]

Might as well look around I guess. Rather not see her more then I need to.

[there is the sound of walking. For a moment sounds of a busy street and delicious smells waft through the journal, but then the smells become more leafy, and flowery. In the distance two children can be heard]

Well... what do you know? [pause] Might as well watch for a little.

[Mai is settling down by the base of a tree, watching little Ty Lee, Mai, and Azula play]

(no subject)

[luciaseyes.livejournal.com]

[rustling sounds] Huh? Am I in... I'm home! I can't believe it... Yukari-chan, you'll never believe where--

[vwoomp sound of the holograms]

This... isn't... real?

[there is the sound of conversation, castle residents would recognize Junpei and Minato, but everyone else would be strangers. There is a pause as Fuuka listens an then sighs]

It's not... real, is it?

☀ 004

[apologeticangel.livejournal.com]

[You hear a haughty male voice--]

Ahahaha, I've done it. It's finally complete! Martel's vessel is finally complete! With this, I will become one of the four Seraphim!

[and then, a female voice...]

Wait just a minute, what are you going to do with Colette?

[Colette's loopy handwriting appears on the page]

No... Sheena... please, run.

[a different female voice]

He's going to take her to heaven.

[and then a male voice]

You bastard... You'll pay for this! Cruxis, the goddess Martel, it's all a big lie, isn't it? Let her go!

No Lloyd, please, don't do this!

[the arrogant male voice returns]

That I cannot do. This body will become Martel's vessel! This is Martel's new body which took years to complete. I have no more use for any of you. Begone!

[battle sounds begin, everyone is yelling, screaming, cries of pain]

It's my fault... It's my fault... I'm sorry, please, run! Please don't hurt them... It's my fault, I couldn't... I'm selfish... how could-- I can't.. Lloyd, please, forget me... please be happy, don't be sad... No! [there is a pause, and then the talking/ sounds of battle grows fainter... it sounds vaguely like Kratos is talking to her friends, it's hard to make out what they are saying, the fighting resumes]

I couldn't save them... Why don't they... run away.... I can't... I don't want to be here again... Lloyd said-- Lloyd said.... No, no this is the past... Or, no I'm awake... but... Why-- please, let them live... If I can die to save them... please... I can't do... anything... Lloyd...

[ooc: So pretty much, it's this scene, except Colette is actually in it. Once someone comes and touches her in some way, hand, shakes her shoulders, ect she'll snap out of angel state. Things are pretty much the same, except once they start fighting Kratos they will start loosing. They will all die one by one, until there is only Lloyd left. By that point Kratos isn't even there, just a Lloyd near death. Bleh, she's reversing into her old mindset after seeing this a few times D: Once she leaves she'll be replaced with hologram!colette]

(no subject)

[debonairly.livejournal.com]

[SURPRISE!!! You're at the Sistine Chapel! ...And it's also the host club! Beautiful vaulted ceilings, marble floors, elaborate decoration on the walls and ceiling frescoed by the most renowned artists of the Renaissance period: Sandro Botticelli, Michaelangelo, and Raphael.

And, uh... the weird thing is that instead of the naked men that grace the walls and ceilings of the chapel, they're all.... Haruhi. Mind you, her face isn't just pasted on the manly bodies. It's all her, same poses and everything, but with her girly parts covered, of course! TAMAKI ISN'T A PERVERT, he just has really... interesting fantasies. SKJHDK To make it worse, if you look closely, you'll see the other members of the Host Club in the paintings as well. Don't worry, Kaoru and Kyouya, you're covered up :D

Orchestra music is playing softly, there are tables with trays of fancy cakes and exotic tea, and a white piano tucked away in a corner...

Oh, and there's a giant gold statue in the centre of the room: It's Tamaki! POSING DRAMATICALLY, OF COURSE! And who's that, draped all over him? It's Haruhi! ♥ Ho ho ho. A plaque is attached to the bottom and it reads, "The fantastic, astonishing, aspiring, and charming Tamaki-sama poses with his beloved and dearest love, Haruhi-chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan". But it's way too long, so it takes up two plaques. D:

There are rose petals, too! Floating softly from the ceiling... but if you look up, you can't see their source.

It's Paradise! A really wonky Paradise! And Tamaki is sitting on a throne, just basking in all this.]

Thank you, Castle! I am forever indebted to you! FOREVER!!!!!!!!! ♥♥♥

4th Proof - Transcribed/Dream Plot

[newswatchesyou.livejournal.com]

[Cacophony streams through the journal. The sounds of running feet, screaming voices—people begging, protesting, questioning, yelling out names and curses, oaths and prayers—and, above it all, harsh mechanical voices repeating one word, over and over and over:]

"EX-TER-MI-NATE! EX-TER-MI-NATE!"


((If you choose to investigate, you'll see some variation of this. You can experience it as an outside explorer, in which case, you'll likely spy the Editor somewhere in the riot, eventually. Chances are, he'll be focused on one of the appearances of those three people in the crowd—either trying to get to them, ignoring them pointedly, watching detachedly, or running in the other direction. He tries all these approaches, over the course of the dream—and, it being a dream, he may be trying them *all at once.* Impossible? Yeah, but what the hey. It's a dream.

You can also experience it as a participant, in which case, augh. RUN, here be Daleks! And the three people in the crowd will be replaced by someone(s) who really mattered in your past—people who you owe something to or have a strong bond with, but who you, perhaps, do not like. Or who you care for despite not wanting to. People you resent.))

[Emblem 09]

[tornado-piled.livejournal.com]

Damn, best fucking dream ever. Hey, what's-

...

What's going on? Why'm I out in the hall?

...

Where's my door?

...




Holy shit. Fuckin' tight. [laughing]

[[ooc: As soon as he figures out he sort of can't enter his own dream, he's probably gonna A-T down the halls and peek into other rooms. If your character is stuck in a nightmare and needs a hero, he'll probably oblige. =)]]

006

[tailstimestwo.livejournal.com]

[Tails' room has become a willy-wonka esque exprience for inventors. All manner of insane inventions are bouncing around, spurting colour out, whirring etc! You're welcome to find something fun to play around with/break etc. Tails'll be over here messing around with a bouncing motorbike thing that's careering off the walls in an effort to see how it works, not realising it's a dream]

This- makes- no- sense!

(no subject)

[thegoodturk.livejournal.com]

Midgar never looked this nice. Not even... the nicer areas. Even if I know it's a dream, it feels... like home. I missed it. I grew up here. I know it like the back of my hand.

[a sigh]

HQ was locked. I figured.

[some footsteps as she walks idly around the area]

It's nice, though. I wish Midgar were like this. Everyone looks so happy.

(no subject)

[whirlpoolit.livejournal.com]

[little boy laughter, followed by her own laughter closer to the journal. You can also hear Dream!Minato chuckling nearby, too, since they're standing together watching Naruto try to catch little fish in a river, and laughing every time they swim around his legs.

There's a pause, and then the sound of some items being pulled out of a bag: a big bento box full of ... ramen LMAO. It's set down and opened on the table before Kushina calls out:]


Naruto! Lunchtime!


[and the sound of splashing as he makes his way out of the river and up to where Minato and Kushina are sitting, he's jumping up and down near the table and chanting:]

Ramen! Ramen! Ramen!!


[ooc: BAAAAAAWWWWW. Basically if you hang out in here you'll just .... see the three of them hanging out and doing ~*~family~*~ things that .. never happened because Minato and Kushina died lolololol. but yes, feel free to 'awww' or ... idk, have your teeth rot from cute or whatever. You can also join them on their ... picnic or whatever if you like.

Just don't touch dream!Naruto or YOU GONNA DIE]

[dream a little dream]

[bloodlessfaith.livejournal.com]

[When you enter, and it does have a strong pull, faith is that way, you take on Hidan's perspectives and emotions. You're in the middle of wreckage, bleeding out, and you feel the pulse of something holy through your veins. It's euphoria, but you can't move yet, and the euphoria just gets more pointed until it becomes pain and you aren't doing anything but crying (with or without tears). Something is just out of your reach, and with Hidan's knowledge, you know it is the final salvation and it's leaving you, leaving you behind because of something you can't change, and that hurts worst of all.

If you stay long enough to move, you'll stand up and be looking over the wreckage, one person's body pinned to the ground nearby, dead. They may take on the appearance of your mother, your lover, your best friend; it's someone close to you that you care about, or once cared. And beyond where you stand, and where that person lies, is a never-ending desolation of the dead, killed in as many bloody ways as possible. They'll never move, they'll never be okay, and even if one seems to be breathing, they will always die in your arms.

And the strongest feeling you'll have is wanting to be among their number, gasping your last, dead.]

(no subject)

[recordhistory.livejournal.com]

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37; Accidentally Recorded

[vanished-prince.livejournal.com]

[There are some soft sounds of female voices in the background--Cornelia, Euphemia, and Nunnally's voices might be recognized by those who know them.  There is some laughter and then a pause, with Lelouch's voice coming through authoritatively as he gives some orders.  Purple = Lelouch, Green = Suzaku]

I'll expect a report back once it's done.

Yes, Your Majesty!

[There are a few sounds of things shifting, then a soft laugh that sounds like Suzaku.]

Well, it looks like you really did it, Lelouch...  Things are they way they're meant to be.

We did it, Suzaku.  I couldn't have done it without you...

[It is then that the dream shifts, the setting becoming that of Ashford Academy.  The scene and Lelouch resemble this, this, and this.  Milly's voice rings out suddenly over the PA system.  Pink = Milly]

Attention Ashford Academy!  Your pet of the day will be Lelouch Lamperouge.  Your goal is simple:  catch him and take him ears, and he will become your pet.  I'm sure a lot of you would like to do with him as you wish~  Now that everything is in place, The Cat's Meow is ready to begin!  Release the feline!  In one minute's time, the pursuit can begin!

[Having heard the announcement, Lelouch begins running as soon as he's untied.  He's breathlessly making his way through the corridors of Ashford Academy when Milly's next announcement comes.  The way out is through the door to his own room, though Lelouch has no idea where it is at present.]

Let the pursuit begin!

number eight!

[commonerstyle.livejournal.com]

[recorded sounds of birds chirping, a calming breeze, water trickling. the scene takes place in a beautiful meadow with colorful flowers, fruit-bearing trees, and a fish-filled pond. (better description of it here.) someone humming can also be heard, not an exceptional voice, but soft and pleasant along with the rest of the atmosphere. the tune is an old, faraway piano piece that would strike most as familiar.

the humming stops, and the rustling of grass can be heard.]

Mm-? Is that you? ...ah. Guess not!

[more softly, almost a whisper.]
Where are you...? You're coming, aren't you? You promised you would. [a pause, then the crunch of a crisp fruit or vegetable being munched into.]


[ooc: Yay, picnic with Gino! Come in and eat all his delicious food for him.]

(no subject)

[disassociating.livejournal.com]

Akito! Akito! Fuck!


...Agito? Agito! Where are you? What's going on?


I don't know! Fuck! The castle's pulling some shit with dreams! [another angry curse] Just keep talking and I'll find you.

[faint, echoed footsteps]

You keep talking, too. It will be faster if we both look, right?

[a pause] Okay, just... be careful.

Okay. [footsteps] Hey, let's play Shiritori.

( Shiritori Game X3 )

Akito!

Agito! I was so scared that I lost you again!

As if I'd let that happen.


[hasty footsteps -- they're running for each other 8D]


[A REALLY LOUD THUD! because t-they hit a glass wall separating them from each other. lol, they're like a literal mirror this time]

[a pause for some pained groans. >>]

...What kind of weird ass dream did you have, Akito!?

I-I don't know! I was sleeping!


[ooc; the setting would be something like this if anyone were to pass by their dream.]

011

[thorned-hammer.livejournal.com]

[Amy's room has become a lovely, old fashioned living room with a warm fire, windows showing a field outside. A holographic Sonic- hedgehog form- is napping on the couch, with Amy, still human, trying to cuddle up. Photos showing the passage time are around, showing dates and romantic stuff the like.]

Aaaah... this is wonderful~

(no subject)

[collegegeekboy.livejournal.com]

[A low THUNK as someone falls...into a dream and onto the ground]

Shit- I didn't mean...

[long pause]

What happened here?

[crunching sound as Sam walks across scorched earth followed by a long sigh]

I wonder if anyone here has good dreams...

[sounds of Sam picking up some of the burnt rubble and moving it into a pile out of the way]

((OOC. Sam accidentally fell into Rydia's dream))

(no subject)

[soulagement.livejournal.com]

[Kiri's dream takes place within a small European town, on a crowded, busy street. People and walking back and forth, carrying big items and putting them together. Slowly, stands of games and food and other activities are set up, along with various statues that look ... kind of bizarre set up everywhere. Everyone is smiling and laughing and talking loudly. After awhile of setting up, the festival begins, which involves lots of loud cheering, lots of food, and lots of fun. Kiri is in the middle of this, directing everyone and helping them out where he can, occasionally whipping out his amazing art skills to fix a statue or two. He is very cheerful and laughing and shouting the whole time. You may also be able to spot a scary-looking girl with dark hair and a hula hoop following him around and stealing cherries from the fruit stand.]


On the other half of the room...


[There are two Elles.]

[Elle is running around in a room of darkness, filled with a crowd of people who one by one begin to disappear, leaving only stacks of clothing behind. Elle is trying to touch the people disappearing, but she always seems to just miss their hand. In her panicked running, she collides into people, making them disappear almost instantly. She keeps running, stumbling over bundles of discarded clothing. She keeps running.]

Please, I'm sorry, just... please stay still! Don't be scared! I'm trying to help you!

[a deep shuddering breath]

Please, I'm sorry, I'm just -- oh no, oh no, please, please, I'm just -- stop it! Stop disappearing! Stop, please! I'm -- please!

[more shaky breathing] Please, oh please, just don't leave me alone, don't go, don't leave me, don't, please...





[The other Elle is sitting on the ground, watching.]

[224]

[ino]

[shuffling noises, and steady breathing of ... several different people LMAO.

a little yawn, and she sits up ... and then freezes in surprise]


Oh!


[pause]


... Hi~ ♥ [waves cutely]



[ooc: Ino's ... surrounded by cute boys. I don't think any of them will be wearing shirts 8); Yes. AND SAM CAN BE IN THERE, THANK YOU YUFF. But yeah, if your cute/hot male character knows Ino, feel free to have them stop by and recognize themselves .... fawning over her HAHAHAHA]

107 - Dreaming of a New Tomorrow

[devil-blue.livejournal.com]

[The journal finally slips out and tumbles to the floor, opening to heavy breathing. Aside from that, there is nothing else. Nothing at all. And then, all of a sudden, chaos. A child screaming, calling out for his mother. Swords clashing, demonic growls and roars that chill the bone. The sound of someone near by pushing to his feet, then tearing off towards the scene, crying out in a battle driven fury.

And the chaos continues, until a woman screams her last, then collapses to the ground. Twisted and distorted laughter from demons rumble out, and a child is heard pleading for his mother to say something. Then pleading for her to repeat what she said. And he pleads and pleads and pleads, even when the woman has long since passed on. And the pleading runs together, and then all that is heard is sobbing. Constant sobbing, segmented only be a cry of agony that no child should ever let loose.

All is silent only mere moments later, until someone falls to his knees, then to his hands, an unsheathed sword clanging loudly against the floor. And a groan of deep pain is recorded. And then heavy breathing is recorded.

Then it all begins again.]

[ooc: Vergil went back to his nightmare in an attempt to try and stop it from happening, despite knowing it is a nightmare. He's been at it for hours now, ever since leaving Del's dream. If you wanted a count of just how many times he has tried before the journal finally started recording, it has been roughly 63 tries now.]

20 dictated

[blockoutnoise.livejournal.com]

...I watched my death.

I'm going to be mostly on the first floor.

Bombs Away- #6

[pyrotechnicalty.livejournal.com]

[Kuukaku has long since realized this is a dream, but... well, not for  a lack of her trying, there seems to be no way out of it- the meadow, after all, has no place for a door, of all things. Fireworks begin their hourly display once again and Kuukaku huffs and finally picks up her book from where she left it.]

Hello?
 

...Anyone?

...1515 has no door on the inside and it is boring as fuck in here right now. I'd really appreciate if someone could let me out.

T___T

(no subject)

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[The sound of explosions! And beachy sounds]

There's so much wrong with this. Still....blowing up the beach is always a good dream. I hate beaches.

((Basically, in Rose's dream, she's blowing up Bad Wolf Bay. Because explosions=good stress relief, especially when they involve that beach. And she's been (with permission!) canon-updated! So she's a little more unhinged now than she was before.))

(no subject)

[boomerangsquad.livejournal.com]

[imagine your favorite food, yeah, that smell is coming through your journal :P]
No way.

No way!!

Aaaaaah! [cue geeking out] This is so cool! It's my ultimate dream come true! Look at all the food. Where to start? I'll just have to EAT IT ALL [sorry, he's getting a little excited XD]

It's weird though, I haven't been to my room since I came here... or, I think it's my room. What if it's been like this the whole time? [pause] Has it been like this the whole time? Awww man, and I've been missing out?

Well, no better time to start then now. Beware meaty goodness, you will be in my stomach soon enough!

[ooc: yeah, he completely does not notice his bad drawings running around, but feel free to point them out]

(no subject)

[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

[the Master's dream takes place in the wreckage of a once-great city. Rubble is strewn everywhere; buildings that have stood for time immemorial have collapsed in the street. there are corpses, humanoid and alien, and the Master walks around them, barely sparing them a glance. he's headed away from the heart of the city - or, to those who are already familiar with it, the Citadel - his pace quick and purposeful. though it doesn't look like it, he's running away. he pauses for a moment to bend down and examine an eyestalk protruding from a pile of rubble, carefully looking around to make sure there aren't any more Daleks - but of course there aren't, they're all at the heart of the Citadel, with the Emperor. These are the last days of Gallifrey - two suns are about to set, and the sky is closer to blood-red than orange now, streaked with smoke where the city's protective dome once was]

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[sound of a loud stomach growl]

Ehhhh...Why did I come back here? This dream makes me so hungry...

[footsteps as he continues looking around the Ark] It's almost exactly how I remember it though- Eh?

[stops as he sees a random man in his dream that he's never seen before]

W-who are you...?

Would you like a slice of cheese?

EH?! Really?! Yes! I would lov- [cuts off as he sees that the man is no longer standing there]

[a surprised noise] AH! Where did he go?!

...Am I so hungry that I'm hallucinating? I need to get out of here!

(no subject)

[sofaultless.livejournal.com]

[brisk and pleasant, despite what many would consider intolerable, oppressive heat]

Should any of you be interested in seeing part of the Fire Nation, my palace is in 917. Bring only your best behaviour; you are in the presence of royalty, after all.

(no subject)

[walkingthedust.livejournal.com]

[Donna's human again, and her dreams are human, too. Er. Yeah. Not appropriate for small children or the Doctor. She's naked, still in Peter's room - as she's only just changed back - and with dream!Peter and dream!Jack.]

21st feather

[dafiteison.livejournal.com]

[recorded. W. so much joy in his voice.]

I almost... thought I'd never see these ever again... This is more like it!! [muffled; Pit pretty much just stuffed his face in the fluffy goodness] Clooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuds~~

Ah, this is great!! Sir Meta, what do you think?! You should try this one~

[long, relaxed sigh]

On the Way to the Library

[vanished-prince.livejournal.com]

[Lelouch is walking to the library along with Gino.  It's a good time to take a break from all the dreams so that he can show Gino the books like he promised.]

I think your dream must be one of the more relaxing ones I've seen...

[ooc:  Gino-mun, let me know if this is okay!  Suzaku's going to bump into them. :D]

(no subject)

[hatesdolls.livejournal.com]

[recorded, the journal opens mid yell]

-cking cheese! Get out of my dream!!!

[a disgruntled sigh as Asuka sits back down in the hallway]

Listen up! If any of you morons even think about looking into my room, I'll kill you! Stay in your own screwed up heads!

(no subject)

[cloakand_danger]

[the journal falls open to record quiet scraping noises, as of someone making a carving. Occasionally, there will be an off-key note, as if played on a half-completed instrument.]

[When he notices it's open, he sighs, and speaks in a quiet, heavy tone.]

Those who knew her, Martel Yggdrasill has...gone home.

(no subject)

[galacticthief.livejournal.com]

[recorded]

-- how many times have I told you, Daniel? I want them peeled. I can find another willing man servant, you see if I don't.

[ooc: Currently she's lounging on the table on the main meeting room of the SGC. Also, please do pretend this was earlier in the day. :D;; I was out.]

(no subject)

[darkevangel.livejournal.com]

[dictated here is a low, ominous evil chuckle]

The first floor is... quite safe. Do come down.

[Evangeline's down in the ballroom.... she will be giving makeovers to the pretty girls down there. Against their will, if need be. And she thinks the sexiest outfits ever are gothic lolita, so... be prepared.]

[Misa's safe though. She looks fine as is.]

64 years;

[nottwiceblessed.livejournal.com]

[The entrance to room 710 has been replaced by an old fashioned door, the windows of which are stained glass. Sunlight plays across the colors and projects onto the floor. Stepping inside leads to the Halliwell manor, back during Chris's childhood — two young boys, one blond and the other brunet, are in the foyer playing a game involving their telekinesis, their laughter recorded from the journal. Chris stands a silent sentry against the wall.

The entire house flickers, and the two boys are back, older, and run into the house amidst small chaos. A demon attack. Energy balls fly, but the three women standing in the doorway begin to chant and the demons explode.

Another flicker. The house is empty. Darkness descends, and outside of any window, the mostly-destroyed city of San Francisco can be seen smoldering. A scream comes from the kitchen, and Chris closes his eyes, fighting the instinct, but— then he rushes toward the noise in time to see a woman collapse to the ground, the life already gone from her eyes.]

M-Mom... I— [Energy explodes overhead, and more chaos descends. Too much, too quickly, and sunlight returns. The dream has looped.

Chris takes a couple of minutes to gather himself and eventually returns to his sentry against the wall, ready to chase anyone out if they linger in his nightmare for too long.]

(no subject)

[xxice-bullet.livejournal.com]

[there's soft noises, people whispering in the dark lit room. There's incense and spider lilies everywhere in this room, along with a myriad of Asian decor.

It also lacks the knick-knacks that Shito had picked up over time...]



Chizuru... Mother...





[ooc: ... Freud Was Right >> ]

(no subject)

[virtue-meister.livejournal.com]

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[jinga-magiiro.livejournal.com]

[The floor of 419 is very much like a checkerboard. On in, there are 5 pieces, each with a different color in a triangle like formation. The one in the very front is yellow with blue on his right and pink behind blue. On yellow's left are red and green. They are looking downwards while repeating, "It's her! It's really her!! We finally found her!

A second after those words, there is a rumble as the room shakes. The 5 chess-like pieces start moving forwards and they slash their wands like no other. There is a lot of yelling and suddenly everything is from Tsubasa's point of view as they are fighting a big ugly Toad. They pin him down and force the Hades God to open his hand, dropping what seems to be a pod of vines. Then, said pod goes flying off into the distance. The scene switches to them chasing after it in the air.

While they're flying, a bugle sound is heard in the background. The siblings look up with alertness and the level of fear and anxiety raises in the air. "No! Stop it!" they shout as a black blob moves at a rapid pace towards the pod. As they're mere centimeters away from catching the vines in the air, the blob envelopes the pod and destroys it.

There is an immediate cry of desperation from the 5 as the room shakes once again. There is a twikleing sound of magic as the siblings end up in their civilian forms, crying over the events. They're at the base of a cliff with water rushing up towards the sides. The word, "Kaa-san" is repeated over and over again. A few minutes of this and the dream loops again]

[ooc: ...Sorry, I lied. Tsubasa's going to have a nightmare of the events that practically led him to Paradisa. He's reliving the nightmare of their mother being destroyed right before their very eyes.]