last night, i dreamt i was a muffler.

[bottecellie]

D R E A M S ~ M E M E

 

Dreams are difficult enough to understand. They range from embarrassing, to frightening, to thought-provoking, to just plain nonsensical. You may find yourself wondering what that was all about, or trying to forget about it as quickly as you can. It may be close enough to reality to confuse you, or dream logic may prevail. Whatever the case, the world of dreams is a way to delve into your psyche and deal with what happened to you that day, your fears, and whatever's on your mind.

 

Except... what's that person doing there?

 

Potential Trigger Warning!

 

How It Works:

~ Post with your character, name and fandom in the subject.

~ Others respond to your character.

~ Roll the RNG 1-6 for your situation, from the list below. That's the type of dream your character is having. Or, just pick the one you like the best.

~ The replier has found themselves in your character's dream, able to interact freely.

~ Have fun!

 

1. sweet dreams

Something like this might not happen too often in your waking life, if ever. You've found the world's largest supply of grape ice cream, you've won the lottery... or, perhaps, you're just having a really good day. Will this person share in your joy or ruin it for you?

 

2. nightmares

Your worst fears are being visited upon you tonight. Whether it's falling, losing those closest to you, insects, or something particular to you, there's no doubt you'd wake up in a cold sweat if everything went normally. Having this person there isn't 'normal', though. Maybe they can make things better.

 

3. sexy dreams

Isn't it so awkward when the person you're in bed with suddenly asks why you're dreaming about them in a schoolgirl costume?

 

4. bizarre dreams

It's hard to categorize this, but it probably seems perfectly natural to you that you need to find the smallest grain of sand in the world to stop an alien invasion up until someone points out how weird that is. And maybe it still seems normal to you even after that. They might be the ones being silly!

 

5. memories

The mind often revisits important events in one's life. For good or bad, you're back in time, reliving something that stuck in your head. But... that guy wasn't here before, was he? Or maybe he was, but hasn't seen it from your point of view yet.

 

6. combination/other

Dreams are many and varied. Mix up the flavors, or try something completely different. Wherever your mind will take you is game.

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[tothepoint]

Did she just pull an Eames? That earns you a brow lift. His eyes dart to the men who are indeed staring. Think about what the typical man would be like hungry, thirsty, exhausted, traumatized, and sex deprived for months on end.

"What's it look like sugar, it's a war." Halk again. "Where you from?"

"She your wife, Wilcox? Bit young don't you think." Another said. Another whistled amongst the comments and laughter. It was quieted pretty fast with a glare.

"Get a hold of yourselves," flat and strict. "War, remember." He turned to Ariadne. Tugs her aside gently. This was. Hm. This was awkward.

Quiet. "How did.. you get here?" This was his dream. He knew it was.

[buildingdreams]

There's a certain degree of wariness to her and she listens to the men speak, turning faintly pink. No, she wants to protest, No, I'm not his wife, we just have a daughter waiting for us at home. But Arthur's tugging her away, and she fiddles nervously with the bottom of her dress - much too close to her waist - before she replies.

And it's an Ariadne-worthy reply. "Your last name is Wilcox? ...Could've mentioned that before, don't you think?"

[tothepoint]

How much time did they have. He knew how this ended. The reason why he woke up in his sleep so often was this dream, and he'd lie, and he'd lie, and he'd lie, and now here you are. He was always trying to find a way to fix this dream but he never could.

He passes her a short look before shaking his head, voice still in a whisper. "We don't have time for this right now. Do you know how to use that?"

[buildingdreams]

She withers a little at the tone of her voice, staring at the gun in her hand like she's never seen one before. Finally, hesitantly, she says, "You pull the trigger? And... do something with the safety. And there's a kick. I think."

[tothepoint]

"You're kind of close," he reaches for her hand and steps behind her. Setting up her hands. Guiding her finger to turn the safety off. "You need to tell me how you got here, Ariadne. What do you remember before this?"

[buildingdreams]

She backs up slightly, tipping her head against his chin as her hands move fluidly with his. "I don't..." She bites her lip, shaking her head slightly, her messy updo - since when had she tied her hair up? - brushing against the back of her head. "I don't remember. I think... I came from over there?" She nods in a vague direction, but even then, she doesn't seem sure.

[tothepoint]

"You don't remember what happened before this, before you were dreaming?" He passes a glare back at one of the men who make a comment and told them to gather together what smoke bombs they had left and grenades. Keep an eye on the south-east. They'd come from there first and that was the direction they were going. If they could just get through that front.

They'd stopped asking how he knows these things, at least. His attention turns back to Ariadne.

[buildingdreams]

"No, I- I remember that." More uneasy shifting. She was going to get an earful for this, wasn't she? She could already anticipate it. "So you just pull the trigger after this? How many bullets can a pistol like this hold?"

Changing the subject is for winners, obviously.

[tothepoint]

Like you did with Cobb? Aria, there's a reason why people don't tell you things. There's a reason why Arthur never asked Cobb, poked or pried, he understood Cobb. Everyone has their crosses to bare. Especially people who turn out like they do, but. There wasn't much time to argue.

"Ten," he said quietly over her shoulder. "The sand is hot but you'll be faster without those heels."

"Sir. The plan," Gruber has been quiet until now. Right. The plan. He'd lost count on how many times he'd remade this plan. They always fail. Every single one.

[buildingdreams]

She can feel the guilt rising in her stomach, Arthur, okay? Guilt mixed with a heavy dose of Fear and Concern. She can't help but reach a hand out, tug at his sleeve, lift that same hand to catch at his chin if he turns back to her.

"Arthur - What's happening?" Tell her, please. She's imploring you.

[tothepoint]

A soldier never stops being a soldier. Once a solider always a soldier. Even working as the Point. What an awfully military like position, isn't it? Researching, training, getting people from point a to point b. Taking the lead, making sure everything functions, keeping everyone safe. It's a lot like a commander, isn't it? He only told you about the logistics. But it wasn't enough for him. It was in his blood, they said.

He can hear their ridiculous statements and raises a hand. Dealing with weathered men was not the easiest job in the world. You might notice quickly. He doesn't spare them his eyes though, but he does look away from her gaze.

"Afghanistan," he says quietly. "Tried to pull out the troops that had been there since early 2000 but another group came to the rise and things only got worse from there. In thirty seconds an enemy troupe of fifteen will come over the hill there."

He lifts his hand to move hers away slowly. "And we lost our sniper, we don't have the right ammo for the arm, we're down to two grenades, three smoke bombs, a machine pistol, and a hand gun each. And they have a whole lot of fire power."

[buildingdreams]

She looks at him, her eyes brimming with sorrow, guilt, concern. Why are you doing this to yourself? She wants to demand. Why are you repeating this over and over? What's there to gain?

"I'm not just going to stay here, Arthur," she warns instead, trying to move into his line of vision. "You hear me?" She lowers her voice slightly. "Please."

[tothepoint]

You wouldn't understand. What have you experienced in your life that was so devastating you would give anything to change it? He practiced lucid dreaming for exactly this reason, so he could change it, so he could have some kind of piece of mind but nothing was going to actually change what he did. No matter how many times he reworks the plan. He had a better grasp on reality than Cobb but he wasn't far behind him in means of broken.

"No," he's serious Ariadne. He will shoot you.

"Man, she's got a gun. Just fuckin' throw her in," he's leaving your side to deal with loud mouth, again. Grabbing him by the neck and pulling him up. Teeth grit but words just as steady as they always are.

"Guess who's not Commanding officer here, that's you. Take your gun out, do what I say, and shut up while you're at it." He lets go. "Clear?"

"Uh," one man piped up. "Hate to break this romantic moment guys but they're coming."

[buildingdreams]

She bites her lip, her hands wrapping tighter around the gun. No. No, he wasn't going to get a peace of mind from this. Even if he succeeded, he'd just beat himself up about not accomplishing the plan in real life. He'd get caught up in trying to save a dream set of men.

She could shoot you, Arthur. You said it held ten bullets - that was more than enough for the two of them. But for now, she held her ground. "Arthur, stop. You can't do this alone." He can't deal with this whole situation weighing on his mind alone. He has to let someone help him.

[tothepoint]

"Hold your fire," he addresses them first. "Wait until they get in close. "Shoot for the head or the knees, you know the drill." He un-arms himself and passes it to Dover. "You've got the best shot here. Take that. Shoot wisely, we need those rounds. Green, you toss the grenades. Hans, smoke bomb them. Then you run. Keep eyes."

There was a mash of, 'got its' as the men started to rearm. "Wilcox, sir. What about you?

"I'm staying here," you're not going to win this one, Aria. He can't let you see this. He just can't.

[buildingdreams]

"Stop it. Arthur, let's-- at least, let's leave." She reaches her hands out to him, the voice hushed. "You don't have to do this again."

Please, leave with her. He can't - shouldn't - she won't let him experience this again.

[tothepoint]

The better idea. He lets his forehead fall against hers. You weren't suppose to see this, Aria. Everyone has their problems; has their ways of dealing with things. Where do you think PTSD sprouted from? War. You just have to move on.

"Okay," he takes the hand. "Ready?"

[buildingdreams]

Her heart skips a beat as she raises her hand, facing the barrel of the gun towards Arthur. "You first." She doesn't trust him to kill himself, to wake up right after her.

[tothepoint]

It's okay. He's been down this road before both in the dream and in reality. With a curt nod -- His eyes opened to the dark room, ceiling, bed. Hardwood floors. Slowly lifting from the bed removing the strap and needle.

Damn you Ariadne. Sometimes your curiosity is dangerous.

[buildingdreams]

((She's curled up in an armchair she's pulled next to the bed, and her eyes flicker open. She glances at him, then silently removes the strap and needle, her lips twisting guiltily.))

[tothepoint]

"Happy?" His tone is flat, as always, nice and level. Putting the PASIV back in to order and closing it up.

oops awkward action tag sorry. ; ;

[buildingdreams]

"Yeah, a bit." Her voice is defiant as she crosses her arms, watching him carefully. "I'd use the word satisfied, actually."

[tothepoint]

Glad you feel that way. He meets your stare for a moment, silently, before getting up to grab some water.

[buildingdreams]

She falls quiet, looking down at her lap. A few minutes later, she's slipping up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and resting her cheek against his back.

"I'm sorry, Arthur."

[tothepoint]

He's quiet in his stalk to the kitchen, letting the water run, calming that bustle of emotions down beneath his ever steady mask. A short and small sigh fell from his lips when he felt those arms around him. He was suppose to be strong. The logical one. The steady one. The one in the know. Why would he ever want you to see these things from his past?

"It's alright," he says, quietly. Staring in to the glass of water and reaching over to turn off the tap.