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bakerstreet2016-01-31 08:33 pm
thelongcon) wrote in bakerstreet2016-01-31 08:33 pm
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Dreams of war, dreams of liars, dreams of dragon's fire
the nightmare meme
"So on his Nightmare through the evening fog
Flits the squab Fiend o'er fen, and lake, and bog;
Seeks some love-wilder'd maid with sleep oppress'd,
Alights, and grinning sits upon her breast."
- Erasmus Darwin, "Night-Mare"
Flits the squab Fiend o'er fen, and lake, and bog;
Seeks some love-wilder'd maid with sleep oppress'd,
Alights, and grinning sits upon her breast."
- Erasmus Darwin, "Night-Mare"
Everyone has nightmares right? The dark thoughts lurking in the depths of our minds. Our fears out of our control. At least they only occur in our sleeping hours... right?
This meme is designed to wretch that comfort right out from under you.
Your character is stuck in their worst nightmare and worse yet, someone is stuck in there with them. Whether it's a familiar face, a stranger, intentional or accidental, you have to dig your way out. Good luck lost souls. And remember. The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself.
Feel free to use the prompts below as a jumping point, or make up whatever you want. As a warning this meme will possibly contain TRIGGERS and MATURE CONTENT. Read ahead with caution.
i. the WEAVER (the nightmare)
001 - waking nightmare - wake up. Wake up. Wake. UP. The only sure guarantee out of a dream. And yet when your eyes open, the fear still surrounds you. The nightmare has its hold. You've woken up to your own nightmare. Why hasn't it gone away?
002 - stuck - Slowly, you begin to realize this is all just a dream. But you can't get out. You're stuck to the whims of your subconscious, unable to escape. Completely aware that this is just a nightmare, but unable to escape.
003 - pursuit - You're being chased, endlessly, by something, someone. Maybe it's a boogey monster, maybe it's only a metaphor. But you're out of breath and places to run.
004 - the end of your world - The apocalypse. Brought about around you. Maybe it came slowly, like a slow burning fire-- or perhaps it was a conflagration. Your entire world is falling apart around you and you can do nothing to stop it. Or perhaps even worse, you're the cause.
005 - your greatest fear - Maybe your greatest fear is something common, like spiders, or something which seems completely mundane, such as the color yellow. Whatever it is, it's surrounding you. Keeping you in it's embrace.
006 - ground hog day - It starts out harmless. One day, not unlike any other. Except, it's repeated over. And over. And over. And over. Until slowly your mind just.... slips away.
007 - i have no mouth and I must scream - slowly, against your will, you're transforming. Turning into a creature unlike yourself. Perhaps a monster, maybe a pile of goo. Whatever it is, you're helpless to stop it.
008 - free style - take these prompts and throw em' out the window. Do it however you want.
ii. the THREAD (why the other character is there)
001 - the devil on their chest. - Maybe the dreamer was someone in your way, someone who had done harm to you or someone you care about, maybe it’s just for shits and giggles. But you are the one who has stuck them in this nightmare, and you want to watch them fall victim to their own mind.
002 - mind link - for some reason you share a connection with this person. Perhaps it's just the passing of the stars, a jolt of electricity, or their mind reaching for yours. But now you’re stuck here, trying to get them out.
003 - experiment - Just a quick injection, maybe a little sting, it won't hurt. That's what the men in coats said. But look where that got you.
004 - save them - you've been tasked to save this person, no matter the cost. Maybe they're a stranger, maybe they're your closest friend, even your greatest enemy, but you have to save them.
005 - just following orders - It's a job, and you've been tasked to it. They may have some info you need. Or maybe you have to keep them in for the benefit of someone else. It doesn't matter. It's only a job. Right?
006 - we have ways of making you talk - They have something you need. And it's time you squeeze it out of them.
007 - free style - take these prompts and throw em' out the window. Do it however you want.
Source:
memeswearhouse
Jacob Johnson | A Nightmare on Elm Street | OTA
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[Kylo Ren hadn't been an easy sleeper, not since he was a teenager. Slaughtering a group of Jedi padawans to further his quest to become a Sith would have been enough to cause anyone to toss and turn for nights on end. During his illustrious career, he'd done many terrible things and slaughtered many people, all for the sake of his power. The side of him that craved the dark wasn't bothered in the least.
But the side still pushing towards the light acted as his conscious. During the day, he was able to push all of it aside. It was only at night when they came rising up out of the depths of his subconscious. There, he saw every face he had ever cut down. They came at him, marked with lightsaber cuts and crushed throats, their dead eyes seeking him. No matter how many he cut down, they still came after him. So, he turned and ran, terror coursing through him until he was exhausted, unable to go a step further. He collapsed, waiting for the horde of his victims to catch up to him.
His mind screamed out and he lashed out with the Force. He searched desperately for someone, anyone to save him from this nightmare. The familiar mind of his apprentice was nearby and he latched onto it. That was how Jacob got yanked into his master's dream, a rain-soaked battlefield with victims that kept rising up from the graves dotted all over the place. At the center of it was Kylo Ren, still struggling to get up despite his exhaustion.]
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Not too long ago, Jacob wouldn't have been the best one to reach out to despite the fact that manipulating dreams is, actually, something he'd known how to do long before Kylo Ren had taken him. The simple fact of the matter is that Jacob still hates his newfound master.
On the other hand, he'd stopped trying to escape. He'd stopped resisting, stopped trying to claim that he'd never fall to the Dark Side, and, though he hadn't been working against Kylo's efforts to train him before, there's a new intensity he's brought into said training lately. Besides, he now understands the necessity of that hate: it was a gift, was the only thing that had kept him alive when nothing else would have. And he knows now that before long there will come a time when he no longer needs it. So many things have changed recently, gotten easier - not because the intensity of his training has done anything but increase, but because his power is finally catching up to it. He can see how far he's come, and finally, for the most part, he's become numb to the fear that had consumed him for so long.
He's no longer certain that, upon earning his lightsaber, his first action will be to try to feed it to Kylo Ren.
Which is not to say that, here and now, seeing his master suffer doesn't give him some satisfaction. He takes in the scene before him, trying to memorize every detail of the faces of Kylo's victims in particular. He's unsurprised by the clarity of them; the faces Jacob sees in his nightmares are almost as clear, even when, in life, he'd only caught brief glimpses of them. His own nightmares are the inverse of his master's: though Jacob's never killed anyone himself, there were several he'd led, unknowingly, to their deaths, and in his nightmares, it's his own hand wielding the blades that had ended their lives.
What truly makes them nightmares is the sick way in which he enjoys it.
He only observes for just long enough, knowing the reason he was brought here wasn't to make himself feel better. Then, he strides across the battlefield toward Kylo as though he's walking across uncontested land - which, to him, it is; these aren't his ghosts, and they can't hurt him. Not until he makes himself part of this.
He already knows he's cutting it close when he kneels to look straight into his master's eyes, grabbing him by the collar of his cloak as he focuses everything on bringing them both out of the nightmare. The dead are all around them, and he hadn't underestimated Kylo's stubbornness in the least; it takes everything he has in him to shift the dream, and he can feel skeletal fingers burrowing into the skin of his back by the time the clouds break and icy, stark light that's still dimmer than it ought to be washes over the two of them. When Jacob rises shakily to his feet, they're in a forest of pallid, barren trees, and the dead are once again resting as easily as they ever will.
"Don't expect me to do this for you next time." The leaf litter crunches under his feet as he steps back to lean against one of the trees.
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Kylo doesn't even realize at first what has happened. His mind is blanked out in a state of absolute terror as he struggles to get back to his feet. When he feels someone dragging him upwards and looks into the mismatched eyes of his apprentice, he realizes what has happened. "You shouldn't be here," he says to Jacob in a far steadier tone than he actually feels.
If he could have prevented it at all, he never would have allowed himself to be seen in such a state of weakness. If Jacob thought his master was weak, there was a chance that he thought he could overpower Kylo. It was the way of the Dark Side, for apprentices to betray masters and vice-versa, While Jacob was nowhere near being close to his level of raw power, Kylo still demanded respect from the boy. That would be hard to accomplish after seeing him terrified by a simple dream.
"I didn't ask for your help," he growls out. Now that his nightmare has retreated back, he's feeling more like himself. He sits down on the nearest gravestone, a simple grey stone that simply reads 'Han Solo'. Glancing around at his dream, he's never seen it this placid or calm before. Jacob has power, he'll admit that. It was what had drawn him to the boy in the first place.
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Fortunately for both of them, Jacob knows - no matter how much he'd sometimes like to think otherwise - that the day when he might be able to pose an actual threat to his master is a long way off, and he has too much to learn from him in the meantime for the possibility to seriously be worth contemplating. That's the reality of it, and the fact that, tonight, Kylo's nightmares have gotten the better of him doesn't change anything. Jacob doesn't plan on holding this over him, or even bringing it up ever again; his master has seen him in far weaker moments, and still decided that Jacob was worthy of his time. He realizes he owes him for that.
Right now, though, he isn't exactly pleased to have been pulled out of his own dreams, which, for a change, had not been horrific. Still, his voice is calm, toneless, utterly devoid of the sarcasm that's in his heart when he asks, "Are you asking me to put you back where I found you?" He's still taking a risk, he knows - he is entirely aware of how dangerous his master's wounded pride can be - but just the same, he suspects Kylo will lose what little respect he has for him if he doesn't push back at all.
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Kylo points a gloved finger at Jacob, his face darkening with anger. His usual temper is already hanging by a thread thanks to his nightmare. The sky overhead grows cloudy and rumbles with thunder in response. "Don't start with me, boy." Dream or no dream, he's not about to put up with his apprentice getting uppity with him.
The clouds began a soft, drizzling sort of rain, reflecting how quickly his mood can shift. It's not that Kylo's (completely) ungrateful for the help, he just wishes he never had to ask for it in the first place. He runs his hand through his hair, pushing back the damp strands. He doesn't want to dwell anymore on what he sees as his failures. Never mind that there was nobody holding him up to such impossible standards besides himself. He shifts his attention back over to Jacob. "Where did you learn to control dreams like that?"
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Inwardly, Jacob rolls his eyes at his master still calling him 'boy' - Jacob's nineteen years old, and though he's never asked, he suspects Kylo's barely a decade older than him, if that. As usual, though, he says nothing, figuring it's not worth the effort to try to correct.
"That is self-taught, actually." It actually isn't, not completely - though he'd refined the ability considerably on his own, his mother had been the one who had taught it to him originally. However, Jacob's not in the habit of discussing his past with his master, least of all why he'd come to him already possessing certain abilities. Maybe there will come a day when that changes, but it's also a long way off. "It's easier when they're not my dreams." He makes the rain taper back off, replacing it only with a faint mist.