△ inceptus nolanus overratus

[donotsummon]

THE DREAMSCAPER MEME

Welcome to the mind - your mind, to be exact. Inside your dreams, anything is possible. You can do whatever you can imagine... and a great deal about someone can be reflected by the world their psyche creates.
Of course, the dreamscape isn't only a place where the normal laws of reality do not apply. It is also home to one's fears, hopes, and memories... now free for you, the visiting dreamscaper, to explore. What will you discover in the maze of a thousand doors leading to each memory? What terrors and aspirations will you uncover? You have until it all fades away, as the dreamer wakes up.
So sweet dreams... and beware of lurking nightmares.

HOW TO PLAY:
△ Post with your character, giving a description of their mindscape! It can be as simple or as detailed as you like, but try not to leave your post blank, so others know what kind of dream world they're going to explore! Example: "Lucy's dream world is a kingdom made entirely of desserts. Her memories are located inside a giant chocolate castle."
△ Choose a scenario from the list, or use RNG if you're feeling indecisive!
△ Tag other characters and explore their dream worlds!

SCENARIOS:
1) EXPLORING THE DREAMSCAPE: The world inside the mind is as vast as you can imagine, and no fantasy is too great to be brought to life. What sort of incredible things are waiting to be found?

2) MEMORY OF A MEMORY: When searching through someone's memories, it's almost like experiencing them yourself as past events unfold before you. Perhaps you stumble upon a happy recollection of childhood, or a horrible, terrible secret locked away...

3) HOPES & DREAMS: We all have our goals, our desires. You can learn a lot about a person from seeing first hand what they want out of life. Are you involved somehow, and is it a surprise?

4) FACING FEARS: Where one holds their fears can be a dangerous place to tread. Do you have the bravery to conquer a phobia? Or maybe, you're just here looking for something to exploit...

5) AND YOU WERE THERE...: You've found yourself in this dream, whether you were meant to be there or not! The dreamer may not even be aware this isn't really happening. What's going on, and is it even something you want to be a part of?

6) IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHTMARE: Seems the pleasant dreams are over and the fears have gotten loose. As darkness takes hold of the dream world and you come face-to-face with a nightmare, it may become difficult to remember none of this is real... none of this is real...

7) BATTLE IN THE MIND: It's a dream fight! Whether it's against a strange dream creature, a horrid nightmare beast or another dreamscaper, you can conjure whatever you can conceive, so just think of cool fighting stuff and it'll happen!

8) YOUR WILDEST DREAMS: Obligatory wildcard or mix-and-match option! It's all up to you!

Inspired by episode 19 of Gravity Falls.
Meme created by donotsummon. Reposts welcome!

Comments

[lurkerwolf]

Derek's dreamland is the Hale house before it became the charred place that it is now. The most prominent feature is the lobby with a staircase which goes to the upper floors. There are plenty of doors however most of them is closed. Derek is a protective person even in his dreams. His secrets is behind doors covered in chains and locks and his fears in the basement with its barred windows. There's also charred places where his nightmares rest. Watch out for mind of his wolf though as it doesn't like intruders. Be weary.

[totallynotrobin]

[ooc: rolled a 6?]

This feels obligatory

[no_refunds]

[Stan's mindscape unsurprisingly takes the form of his home, The Mystery Shack. But it's clear that something is wrong with it, everything has the appearance of a fading black and white movie and the structure itself is falling apart. Gravity only has a loose grip on the broken pieces of the cabin as they float in midair.

The inside of the Shack is a winding maze of hallways and staircases in all directions. The points of greatest interest- his dreams, his hopes, his fears, and his memories stand out by their vivid colors.
The real question is where to start.]

Edward Nygma | DC Comics

[questionslinger]

[ Edward's dreamscape is terrifying for those who don't know how logic puzzles or riddles. What is obviously one thing isn't. What leads one place can't be accessed unless you know how to find the door. It's a terrifying mental landscape unless you enjoy tests of intellectual might. ]

[ In the dark, though, there lurk hulking male forms, ready to call someone a cheat and a liar and pound them into the ground. A woman is often seen watching, judging-- but she never speaks, and never approaches. ]

[ And through it all? Bats swoop and shriek. ]

Re: Edward Nygma | DC Comics

[aceinthehood]

Red Hood is Theseus alone in the labyrinth, hunting a prey far more challenging than a minotaur. Psycho Pirate has trapped Edward in his domain and Hood has to pull him out before his brain is wiped completely. The place looks like a complete madhouse and Hood doesn't have the faintest clue where to start looking, or even how to get from one room to the next.

"Okay, now I'm seeing this big dome, with a path cut through it. Should be able to walk right though."

Don't. Go around it. The shortest distance between two points on a globe is a curve.

But like Theseus, he's brought along a lifeline from outside. Hood ignores the easy path and goes around the edges. When he reaches the other side he finds himself unable to find the path that seemed so clear from his starting point.

"Your brain is weird, Eddie. His brain. You know what I mean."

It makes perfect sense. You just need to be smart enough to see it.

Dipper Pines | Gravity Falls

[pinevestigator]

[The mind is a mysterious place. Private, known only to the person it belongs to. That being said, what you might find inside might be completely different from what you expected. You only know so much about a person from what you see on the outside, right?

The same rings true for Dipper Pines.

His mindscape takes the form of a forest, one that's quiet and peaceful. Almost...too quiet. There are no natural sounds to speak of, nor are there any animals. It's just eerie and silent, making the sound of your own breathing and footsteps the only thing you're likely to hear out here. It seems to be perpetually dusk, without it ever getting any darker.

The forest is dense but relatively uniform throughout until you reach the heart. In the center of a large clearing is a massive house, completely organized and clean-cut from the outside, without a window or shingle out of place. It looks like it was just built days ago. The inside is a much different story. Inside it's dark and just as quiet as the outside, with objects all over cluttering nearly every available space. So many things on the mind, so much to keep track of... it's far too much for a 12-year old to be thinking about.

Past the first room lies a hallway, with rows and rows of doors, each door leading to a different floor or area of the home. Fears, memories, hopes, and dreams- they're all there. Many of the doors seem to be locked up tight, some of them padlocked with chains even. There really isn't much completely open to peruse, but that doesn't mean it's impossible to force your way in...]

Gideon Gleeful ✯ Gravity Falls

[telemysticist]

[The dreamscape belonging to one "Lil' Gideon" Gleeful takes on the form of an amusement park in perpetual night. The decorative, flashy rides and attractions have primarily a star theme, blue and white as the dominating colors along with other pastels, and are lit up brightly under the shining stars and crescent moon in the sky.

The various sections of Gideon's mind are represented by the attractions, such as the Hall of Memories, a funhouse maze of mirrors and doors. His fears are kept in, appropriately enough, a haunted house - the House of Fear, while his hopes reside in the Chapel of Hope... even if it is odd to find a chapel inside an amusement park.

Although the park appears shiny and new, as if it were just built yesterday, it quickly becomes apparent that it is entirely abandoned. There is no one around, and everything from the rides to the food stands seem to be operated and maintained entirely on their own. The emptiness gives the feeling, despite its almost overwhelmingly spectacular appearance, of being cold, distant and hollow... yet perhaps also, strangely lonely.]

1/7ish

[pinevestigator]

[Gideon's mind was the last place Dipper ever wanted to be, no matter how unassuming it seems as a glance. After he summoned Bill to invade Stan's mind, Dipper didn't want to have anything to do with the kid. He'd be satisfied if he never had to speak to him again.

But of course, Dipper wasn't completely heartless.

Gideon made the mistake of double crossing the demon. They made a deal that was binding, and Gideon broke it in his frustration in favor of another plan that turned out to be doomed for failure anyway. Bill wasn't about to let that slide. He was going to make the kid suffer for pulling a fast one on him by whatever means necessary. He was out for revenge.

So what were the twins to do? No matter how awful he was, they couldn't just sit by and let Bill tear Gideon apart from the inside out. They had to do something.
So here they were, Dipper walking with Mabel close by his side as they quietly entered the amusement park. It seemed so inviting, yet eerie at the same time. To be honest, Dipper wasn't sure what to expect.]

..Stay close. Bill could be anywhere around here.

Jack Frost | Rise of the Guardians

[shivery]

[It's always winter in Jack's dreams, a world covered in a constantly falling and renewing veil of white. The trees bear icicles instead of leaves, weighing their branches down, a sound like softly shattering glass ringing out every time the wind blows. Snow hangs lazily in the air, in no hurry to finish its fall. It's a snow globe, frozen and unchanging.

But not empty. Laughter fills it sometimes, the sounds of children. Joyful shrieks and voices like chiming bells. Jack laughs with them. Snow crunches underfoot, scarred with footprints and snow angels where they tumble in their play.

The wind blows, and sometimes there are voices on it, one voice in particular again and again calling his name. But no matter how fast or far he chases after it, he's never any closer, the owner of the voice always just out of sight, just over the next hill. Sometimes his chases bring him through familiar streets, crowded and bustling, full of life and laughter and people. But none of them can see him. Again. That belief has been washed away and he's left invisible and intangible, darting around desperate to find one pair of eyes that doesn't look straight through him. This is the moment that dream becomes nightmare, and even the voice on the wind is silent. For all the ice and snow he wraps himself in, there's nothing colder than being so completely alone.]



((any scenario is fine. any part of the dream is fine. altering the dreamscape is also fine! :) castmates and non-castmates all adored.))

1/4/5 mix: exploring/facing fears-loneliness/and you were there?

[waterfell]

Up here!

[The source of the voice turns out to be sitting in the high branches of a tree on the hillside, posed prettily as if for a deliberate flippant effect. She, at least, seems able to see him. The Soldier of Ice shares many loves with a spirit of Frost. It might be that affinity that makes her understand what the solitude and feeling so separate from the thousand voices all around can do.

She is a girl in her late teen to judge by her appearance, all in blue from the short-skirted uniform that doesn't seem to bother her even in the snow, to the short, cotton-candy hair. Something about her seems to belong surrounded by winter.

After a moment to appreciate the setting Jack's mind has conjured, the girl lazily shapes a few of the icicles on the underside of the branch into fanciful designs with only a look. The air crackles as if forms. Her lips curve upward as she grins back at Jack, inviting him to enjoy the improvement. A few glittering flowers bloom among the abstract sculptures, each with a multitude of layered petals.

A simple, sudden leap brings her to a graceful landing on the ground, just near Jack, with no concern for the distance she falls. There's a whole hillside, a whole dreamscape to explore and use.]

Shall we have some fun?

Armin Arlert | SNK

[rationalising]

[Armin's dreamscape is vast in it's scope. Sea laps against desert, bordered by great mountains of ice. There's something off about it, though. The ice isn't cold, the desert isn't hot. Sand is solid, more like concrete than sand, and the sea is clear and still and too salty. This is the mind of a boy who dreams of something bigger, but hasn't quite reached it yet.

No matter how far you walk you'll find yourself under the shade of a wall. You can't see it, but it's always there, herding you towards a small town, half destroyed. One house still stands, and this is the house where Armin was born, where he grew up. Don't look around too much, though, the destroyed houses all around are covered in blood and body parts. The door to his house is locked, but there are the sounds of three people inside, happy and laughing. He's locked away the memories of his parents, protecting them from the destruction that affected the rest of his home town. He can be found here, sometimes, longingly looking at the locked door.

Walk on further and you'll find the training academy. Here some doors are open, and some locked. He keeps his hopes and dreams open, but there's a lot that he still keeps close. What you will find is books. Plenty of them, scattered everywhere like a trail of breadcrumbs, knowledge that he's collected and hoarded. This is where you're more likely to find him, curled up with a book.]

Merida → Brave

[notyetlegend]

[Merida's dreamscape is DunBroch and the surrounding landscape; pristine ancient forests filled with mysterious spirits known as will-o'-the-wisps, witches and demon bears. Mor'du haunts this landscape as he did in his life, a symbol of Merida's fears, stalking the dark edges of the woods along the trail that has overhanging archery targets, leading to a waterfall that only the ancient kings were brave enough to climb and drink from, a symbol of courage.

Sunlight beams down through the valley, casting light across the kingdom of Merida's childhood and future, but danger lurks in the shadows.]

mabel pines | gravity falls

[bedazzling]

[Mabel's dreamscape takes the form of a whimsical wonderland, befitting her eccentricity. Vivid colours clash among each other, the sun burns brightly overhead in the afternoon sky, and if one looks into the distance, he or she will find a faint rainbow. Trees' tufts are replaced with cotton candy, bejeweled sidewalks sparkle under the sunlight, and every few minutes, a kitten or puppy safely falls from the sky. It's as though the expression "raining cats and dogs" is taken literally in her mind, and it is. Mabel's mind knows no sense of reality, and her imagination runs wild and free in her dreams.

A large pink castle stands beyond the horizon; however, upon entry, it appears to be empty and spacious. In lieu of furnishings, however, there are three long hallways: the left containing Mabel's hopes and dreams, the centre containing her memories, and the right containing her fears. Along each hallways are numerous doors, each adorned with a pattern from one of Mabel's sweaters.

For prying eyes, the first of the three hallways is the easiest to view, for their doors remain opened. The second is generally unlocked, with the exception of a few locked doors; while the last would be the most difficult. Hardly any of its doors are unlocked, but are not invulnerable to being seen if one was determined enough...]

I hope this is okay? Raz canonly does this all the time

[agent_aquato]

"Wow, and I thought Boyd's mind was bright."

[Raz squinted as he shielded his eyes from the sudden onslaught of vivid landscapes; a stark contrast against the dimly lit lab he had come from. With the brain tumblr going under some routine upgrades, random doors had been appearing in the collective unconsciousness and although they were expected, it was nevertheless his duty to check them out... okay maybe he was just curious too.]

"Agent Nein, I have successfully infiltrated one of the new doors. From the look of things, this one belongs to a young girl."

[Of course looks could be deceiving; Raz had been in more than his share of minds enough to know. Only one way to find out. Making his way to the castle, he starts down the most accessible hallway. Someone had to be in here somewhere.]

"Hopes and dreams, huh?"

Ril Sorrin | OC | [⦃IThe Amalthi Transition⦄] | [OTA]

[thewayshifter]

The blood red sea had lapped this same pristine white shore countless times in her dreams, just as it did now. Ril Sorrin walked barefoot, with her face to the wind, which tugged at her wavy copper and white streaked hair. How many times had she stood here, surrounded by obsidian rocks and that sheer cliff face that seemed to stretch until it raked the pale golden sky? Somewhere, she could smell the fragrance of flowers, lilac and perhaps vanilla, too. She walked the sands and let the cool red sea wash over her feet as she kept moving down the beach which never seemed to end.

Dale Cooper | Twin Peaks

[tibetanpeople]

[Dale's mind, like the man himself, carries an atmosphere of a calm, worldly peace. Anyone traipsing through his mind would find a gorgeous town, where the trees are plentiful and pies to die for. Perhaps you'd like to enjoy a meal at the local diner, renowned for its perfect coffee. Here, Cooper's hopes are for display to all. If a jaunt through his memories is your pleasure, the Great Northern Hotel is the place to stop. Everyone is welcome. He has nothing to hide. After all, secrets are dangerous things.

However, be wary of the woods, for that is where his fears are stored. You may feel brave at first, even as the darkness of the forest surrounds you. But Cooper isn't the only person in this dreamscape. Should you travel too far, you'll find yourself in the mind of the one thing Cooper fears most: Killer BOB. You'll find no fears here. BOB is fear. Inside the Black Lodge, hidden in Cooper's forest, lies a doorway to pain and destruction. That's the room of his hopes. His memories are under lock and key in the Red Room. There you'll discover heinous act after heinous act. Visions of his former host bodies can only watch with you in horror. Including our good friend Agent Cooper.

We hope you enjoy your stay. It's what Cooper would've wanted.]

Re: Dale Cooper | Twin Peaks

[oneofthosegirls]

(I love Coop and TP! <3 Do you mind? I rolled a 5. And first time with this character, so forgive me.)

Peggy can tell she's dreaming, but she doesn't know where she is. This isn't unusual. More than a few late nights spent agonizing and sweating over ad campaigns about dancing baked beans have provoked her share of nightmares, but this... this place isn't some horrific bean factory where she's in danger of being canned, no pun intended.

She's standing in the middle of an empty street in a charming town. It could possibly be a place nestled in upstate New York, she muses momentarily - but no, it's not as bucolic. The trees rise too high; there's mountains in the distance. A very faint smell of warm pie causes her to turn and realize she's standing right outside of a diner.

Andrew Carter | Hogan's Heroes

[stlg13bomber]

Carter's dream is a wide open forest in the mountains. There are no fences here, or guards, or barbed wire separating its inhabitants from the sky. Running through the trees are herds of bright-eyed deer, frolicking with cheerfully barking dogs. The head of the herd is Andrew, racing on delicate deer's hooves with small horns curving back from his face. His touch leaves scorch marks on the grass, but it's no oddity in this forest.

The trees are fire. Not on fire, are fire. Their leaves are flickering flames veined through with red-hot strands of copper. When the wind blows through their branches sparks fly off like seeds from a dandelion clock, to settle harmlessly onto the grass. The babbling streams among the roots are briskly flowing with lava that feels cool as water to the tongues of the thirsty animals.

Carter scoops up a mouthful in one hand and drinks deeply as the dogs lick at his hands. He stands, lets out a loud whoop, and starts running again. The trees never end, and the sky is ever-open to him.

(Hidden below a tall cliff, behind vines of waving embers, is a cave. Within the cave is a cold dark river, and across the river is an opening blocked by barbed wire. There are no fires in the cave.

Carter is a happy man. A gentle, kind man. A friend to even his enemies and targets. But Carter has seen some things he'd rather forget.)

sherlock holmes | bbc! sherlock | ota

[elementarily]

[ No individual comes without their own specific set of memories and neuroses, wisps of childhood carefully set aside and locked away from the conscious mind left to roam the recesses of the subconscious. Sherlock has no patience for these banalities; days growing up with an older brother who possessed a rare, more cutting brilliance that Sherlock had often chafed against. Mycroft Holmes inherited their mother's gift for manipulation, often turning it on the younger Holmes for the greater good, and most times, for lesser evils.

Sherlock roams empty corridors and sees pirates, caricatures of his childhood and ghosts of memory etched onto pristine walls. He's asked, a lifetime ago, "Do you think there's something wrong with us?", querying their capacity for caring, in the wake of witnessed grief, cloying and undesirable, sticking in his ribs in unwelcome ways. Mycroft had answered him then, but Sherlock had always preferred to draw his own conclusions, away from his brother's shadow.

Ultimately meaningless thing, caring, and Sherlock despises what he doesn't understand. He pushes open a door, painted blue and silver, and pauses at the sound of footsteps.

Now then, what have they here? ]

nepeta leijon | homestuck | ota

[moirailcompass]

[Nepeta's mind was remniscent of the wild forest from which she hailed. Trees soared high into the sky, their canopy nearly blocking out the sunlight completely. Moss grew up their thick trunks and vines hung from the many branches that splintered from them. Brightly colored flowers and plan were littered across the grassy floor

Among the tree tops was a sprawling haven--platforms encircled the trunks, connected by long, sturdy, rope bridges. Upon the trunks were doors which lead to the many memories, dreams, and thoughts of the young troll girl. It was a beautiful sight to take in, and yet there was something very noticeable about this makeshift forest and city in the trees---the complete and utter silence and stillness of it. Forests were loud, bustle with life from all the fauna and insects that it gave shelter to.

Here, despite its beauty and plant life, it almost seemed dead.]

I believe we've met in another life♥

[donotsummon]

[The opportunity to enter the mind of someone not just someone from another world, but an entirely other universe, was never one for Bill to pass up. They were some of the most fun. He knew lots of things already, but why miss the chance to learn more?
The lush extraterrestrial wilderness that Nepeta's dreamscape took the form of was lovely without a doubt, but the fact that it felt so lifeless otherwise only intrigued Bill further. He was highly curious to her home planet, her species, and of course the alien girl herself.
Looks like he'll be taking a tour of her memories. Floating to one of the tree trunks, he opens the door, and has a look inside.]

crona | soul eater | OTA

[terrified]

( for the purposes of this thread, post manga canon; and, for the sake of ease, i'll be referring to crona with male pronouns. )


[Crona isn't even sure that he dreams anymore. Or, maybe he is always dreaming; or, maybe he is always awake. Maybe he is neither. Sometimes it's even hard to tell whether or not his eyes are open. He feels like he's been on the moon for a very long time, and he's become swaddled in the wool of a black sheep, thick and muffling. Asura is somewhere, maybe. Could be that they have conversations sometimes. Could be that they don't. It's difficult for Crona to discern.

But it would make sense for this to be a dream. Not that things have to make sense anymore - not that they've ever really had to. But the moon is high in the sky, Crona can see it, and if he's on the moon right now, why is he seeing it in the sky? Well, sometimes he sees things, that's all. It doesn't always mean they're there.

He may not realize it, but he is asleep, and he is dreaming, and his dream has thick, heavy air, and it's colorless aside from that yellow moon, which bleeds from its mouth. If you're here, you might find yourself barefoot, and though it may be too dark to see your toes, you'll feel them dig into cool sand. Careful not to step on any thorns, or snakes, or spiders. The only thing to light your way are the rosebushes, which in fact are of devoid of roses, and which, though black, give off a very thin glow. Maybe you'll meet Crona, too, who walks with staggering footsteps that seem nightmarish in their own right. The lilac of his choppy hair is the only other dot of hue in the black of this place. He's so thin that he looks almost unreal. Maybe he is.]

Jaime Reyes | DC Comics

[khajidatass]

[ Jaime's dream world seems fairly simple and enclosed. A warm, cozy home with pictures of family and friends in the frames dotting the walls. The smell of barbecue is wafting in from the backyard along with the sound of people talking and laughing. The skies are clear and the sunlight's still fading in the distance, taking the Texan heat with it and allowing stars to appear.

But then... if you walk into the wrong room on your way to the bathroom, you'll find yourself in what looks like a control room—sterile and filled with technology far more advanced than you should be seeing on Earth this century. There's a hallway leading out of this room (which should be impossible given the size of the house) similar in its cold, metallic walls and wires leading the way further in. ]

Tardis (Dr. Who) - OTA

[1st_companion]

It had been questioned whether or not androids dream of electric sheep. No one really knew for sure. A TARDIS wasn't the same thing as an android, and a TARDIS' dreams were deep and vast.

The area was some part cave, some part starship, some part belly-of-the-beast, thrumming quietly and steadily, like an engine idling in the background, or something breathing.

There were will-o-wisp lights here and there, or bio-luminescence like a deep sea creature. But there were also places where there was no light, and no warmth, deep and dark and cold.

Apollo | Inception OC | OTA

[apollodreaming]

Apollo's dream was a deliberate one. A grassy bluff overlooking a stretch of beach. The water was almost blindingly blue, the sand almost blindingly white, and the grass he was sitting on almost blindingly green.

It was a scene taken in high-definition video and color-saturated. It was something he often did when he was practicing, just to remind himself that it was a dream and he could leave at any time.

He was breathing slowly, almost meditatively, the breakers on the beach below rolling in in time with his breath.

Charles Xavier | XMFC | OTA

[calmestmind]

Charles' dreamscape was a library. A vast, enormous library, the ceiling was so far away as to be invisible from the ground, and the whole place was built on an ever-narrowing spiral, like a nautilus shell, though even that basic structure was nigh-invisible from the ground floor.

The ground floor contained the card catalog, and the walls on all the floors above were lined with endless shelves, books, accordion files, suitcases, keepsake boxes and even the occasional tin or ammunition box all fit together neatly, each of them labeled with a date or a time or what appeared to be a Dewey Decimal number, though they didn't correspond with the current classifications in any way.

Loki | MCU | OTA

[jotunblooded]

Loki's dreamscape takes the form of the cold, howling white wastes of Jotunheim, dotted with collapsed ruins that are slowly being reclaimed by the snow. The only proper structure there is a castle at the center of the tundra, a structure that is equal parts Asgard's soaring glory and twisted, alien structures that flicker with cold blue light. The sky overhead is pitch black, but lit by endless stars, a vast, yawning void that seems to suck in the world.

The cold outside is equal parts defense against intruders and an enemy in its own right. Flickering, chittering shadows dart over the castle, trying to keep it in good repair as the wind wears away at it, and the parts that are Asgard are always being slowly overtaken.

His dreams, fears, hopes, are safely tucked away in dark corners so hidden away that even he can't find them, sometimes. His memories take the form of books, some tucked away neatly on shelves, some scattered around and savaged.

Arthur (Inception) - OTA

[domsconsigliere]

It was raining in Arthur's dream. It often was, but this was a particularly Film Noir kind of rain, steady and misty and blurring the edges and haloing the lights, making distances difficult to gauge and making it almost impossible to tell just what city it was.

It could have been any major city in the US, really, Chicago, San Fransisco, New York, Seattle. It could even have been somewhere international, Prague, Tokyo, Sydney.

The exact location was inconsequential, really, the important thing was that Arthur himself was nowhere to be found.

Gretel | Hansel & Gretel: Witch Hunters | OTA

[headbuttinggretel]

Gretel's dreams were never pretty, and rarely made sense. Snippets and snatches of memory, mostly, only twisted, almost unrecognizable.

Hunts gone wrong, witches winning, Hansel dead or dying, her dying in his arms, or out of his reach, and they were both just as terrible as the other. Sometimes they died together, engulfed in flames.

Tonight even she wasn't sure what sort of turn the dream would take. Tonight all she knew was that it was a forest and there was no moon, even the stars had been blotted out by clouds, though the rain hadn't started yet.

[ooc: modern-day AU flavor also available!]

Clint 'Hawkeye' Barton - MCU - OTA

[ihazanest]

Clint's dreams were often tinted blue these days. The bad ones were, at any rate, the ones that he had no control over.

Granted, he didn't often have lucid dreams, but the ones that were lit with blue were particularly unsettling, mostly because he rarely realized at the start that he was dreaming, even despite the lighting.

They were the ones that usually ended bloody.

Arkady | FreakAngels | OTA

[justalilmental]

There was nothing there.
Or, not nothing, really, because was almost like thick fog, only without the chill or the feeling of damp that went with a thick fog. It was just that same blank white. Quiet too, and not really as though sounds were muffled, just that they were nonexistent outside of the little bubble of visibility.

Of course, the more people close together the bigger that bubble got, shared perception. And there were definitely objects in that blankness, pavement underfoot, even buildings if one was close enough to see them.
white silence with a bubble of visibility around individual people.

Ariadne (Inception) - OTA

[justpurecreation]

The cave was an archaeological dig straight out of an Indiana Jones movie, wooden worktables loaded with tools, lights strung across the ceiling, flickering and buzzing at random intervals as if they were powered by a generator that was on its last legs.

There was something wrong about the encroaching darkness outside those circles of light. It clung, like an oil-slick, as if it was reluctant to stay away from the edges of the light, just waiting for an opportune moment to surge in like something thick and viscous, muffling everything.