I walked with you once upon a dream-meme

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The Inception Dream Meme

 

Your character is in a dream. Maybe it's a reoccuring dream, maybe it's a fantasy, or even a nightmare? Maybe they're dreaming about their best friend dressed in a maid costume. Who cares, it's your dream, and dreams are private.

Or that's what you thought before your best friend magically stepped into your dream.


1. Post your character, for best results, describe a dream that they're having.
2. Characters tagging your character are suddenly there in the dream.
3. Run away from zombies, sip margaritas on the beach, gawk at just who they're dreaming about. Are you both aware it's a dream? Are you extra reckless because it is a dream? Do whatever you want! Have fun.

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Rose Lalonde | Homestuck | OTA

[lighttheshadows]

[ So these are those dream bubbles, huh?

She's not totally sure what this is all about but, for now it seems they're back in the Land of Light and Rain. Nothing... out of the ordinary so far.... ]

Homura Akemi | Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magica

[timebombing]

[Walpurgisnacht and Homura are having their umpteenth rematch battle. You don't get any points for guessing who is winning (again).]

Scorpius Malfoy | Harry Potter | M/M for romance/smut, ota for gen

[unyieldingebony]

[Pick one:
1. Sex dream
2. Awkward sex dream
3. Chased by Death Eaters
4. Trapped in a dungeon
5. Crack dream ]

Irene Adler || BBC Sherlock || Options below, others welcome.

[womanwhobeatyou]

Option 1
[It is hot in her dream, the air bone dry and heat radiating from the ground beneath her feet and the buildings around her. It is dark, and Irene runs. There is no logical reason for it, nothing but fear-sharpened memories that drive her. She runs, but the sand swirls and it obscures the clear moonless night.

She runs and cannot escape.]


Option 2
[The air is warm, heavy with the scent of the ocean and tropical flowers. The sound of lapping waves is a constant, pleasant drone, and the sand is pale and soft beneath Irene's feet.

The Irene Adler in this dream is distinctly different from the one that had brought a nation to its knees. Her hair falls in loosely curling waves down her back, and she is dressed in a light, flowing aquamarine dress, its knee-length hem wet with seawater. Her feet are bare, and her lips are pale pink, free of lipstick.

An unseen bird cries out, and she steps into the water.]

2

[mattersverymuch]

[ Several things are irritating him at this moment. The first is that he doesn't know how he got here. This is clearly a dream - he hasn't been anywhere near a beach in hundreds of years - but he doesn't remember falling asleep. Further, he doesn't dream this kind of dream. His dreams are the damp and dark of London, not these bright colors and calm sounds. ]

[ He sees her by the edge of the water and watches her, kicking his shoes off for a bad job. The sand feels good, which also irritates him. ]

Takashi Natsume | Natsume's Book of Friends | ota!

[namedropping]

[It's someplace in the country, with grassy hills and forest not far off in the distance. Children are walking home from school in the bright afternoon sun. Upon one of the paths is a young boy walking alone. A group of children, perhaps his classmates, are not far behind. One can hear their taunts as they catch up to him: "It's the liar!", "I heard he's cursed...", "That's why his relatives don't want him.", "Tell us another lie, Natsume!"

"Hey, Natsume!" One picks up a rock and gets ready to throw.]

[chocorune]

Oi! What do you think your doing!?

[A girl had appeared from behind the hills and was now screaming at the group of kids.]

Get out of here or I will kick your asses!

Byakuran | Katekyo Hitman Reborn

[creepinacup]

[Byakuran sat on his throne, looking down at the world he had conquered. He had become a true god over all time and space. If he willed something it would happen. Nothing and no one was standing in his way.]

[sole_choice]

Are you actually satisfied now?

[The voice is familiar enough, but the tone is harder to read. Carefully masked and kept neutral. It comes from behind the new monarch and if he was turn to observe, there would be Shouichi, strangely enough in his Millefiore uniform, watching him with a mostly cool expression, though there is a hint of sadness in those green eyes.]

Ankh | Kamen Rider OOO

[creamyice]

[He was in a desert. Or to be more precise, a palace in the desert. He lazily looked out the window at the sky and sand. No matter how endless the world outside was he was not to be let out. This was his cage. This palace, this one room.]

Gamzee Makara | Homestuck | OTA

[honkityhonk]

This is some weird goddamn shit. And by that, I mean this motherfucker has no fuckin' clue what's goin' on. [From the looks of it, it was the Land of Tents and Mirth. That just wasn't possible though, so he was having to wonder if this wasn't one of those dream bubbles that everyone had been rattlin' on about.]

[Welp. Easy enough to flop down on one of the many pillars around, staring out at the whimsical scenery with some lingering sense of fondness. Yeah, this place was the shit.]

[slashersmile]

[ yeah Smile had no clue what the fuck was going on here. this place looked nothing like the rust and blood and drab layout he was used to. it didn't look like the fae-infested pace either. so what was going on now?

he wanders around, flipping his hammer into the air, other and in his pocket. ]

Lenalee Lee || D.Gray-Man || OTA

[weightofthesky]

[There is a storm in the air.

It's in the whispering breeze, cool and electric; it's in the purple-gray clouds churning in the sky. Something wild and untamed, lapping at the last rays of sun before it disappears behind another curtain of clouds.

Thunder rolls in the distance.

And as far as the eyes can see, there is an endless wheat field. It sways in the breeze like golden sea, parted only where a girl in a black sundress has tread. She holds her hands out, letting the wheat brush along her palms, and keeps her head tilted back, as if feeling the breeze on her cheeks.]

[power_of_dominance]

[The storm doesn't bother him either. If anything, it calls to the primal part of his soul, the part that boils with darkness. He doesn't want to answer its call, so he walks the field, the thunder at his back, his white coat fluttering around his legs and his silver hair tickling his face.

He can smell the warmth of her skin, the soft perfume of her hair over the distant ozone and the rich earthiness of the wheat. Her presence wraps his mind but he refuses to give in, wanting only to walk and lose himself in pretending to be mundane. He closes his eyes even as he continues to move through the golden waves, some of his myriad souls quivering at the soft rumble of thunder.]

Lydia Martin | Teen Wolf

[homemademolotov]

[ She's in the house again, only this time she is almost positive she's dreaming, because the house is in great shape: well-decorated, clean, and most importantly, not burned to the ground. She's sitting in a really, really comfortable chair with her back against the wall, wondering if he's going to show up this time. Her breathing, in the dream and in life, are shallow. ]

[smilederek]

[He doesn't think he's dreaming at all, at first. He just got home from School Work The Gym The Pool somewhere, and it doesn't seem strange at all for him to find the house empty.

His parents work. Laura has friends. Peter's probably out in the woods...

Then he turns into the lounge and there's Lydia. And it's not that he doesn't recognize her, because he does, it's just that recognizing who she is, and where he knows her from will make his belief in the dream just, dissolve.

It's a good dream. He's not ready to let it end, so he smiles, in a way that's unfamiliar to him somehow, and lifts a hand in greeting.]

Hey. You a friend of Laura's?

Hino Rei | Sailor Moon | OTA.

[flameandpassion]

[It's a peaceful temple setting, quiet and calm, with wind whistling through the branches of nearby trees. Certain rooms in the temple are open, certain rooms aren't, and the dream seems fluid, depending on how you're feeling.

You never know -- you could wind up in outer space.]

[sleightofhearts]

[The first thing he is aware of is that he is barefoot, and that the floor is cold. It gets the briefest scowl out of him. Could've sworn he was wearing his shoes before. No matter. This wasn't where he had fallen asleep. He's so far away from that train car now, and he knows the only way back is to keep walking forward.

At least he has his cigarettes.

He fishes one out of his pocket and strikes a match, taking a deep drag that burns as he flicks the match out. For a moment, he's tempted to toss the spent match over his shoulder; he pockets it instead and saunters forward.

He'll try the first door he waltzes up to. Might as well start looking for the exit.]

Hellsing | Alucard

[nolifeemperor]

[And he dreams he's the King of all Europe, England included. All of his loyal subjects goes all "Long live King Alucard! Hail Alucard!" As he sat on his throne. For the Prince of Darkness, it was the Count's coronation day~! How exciting.

What's missing is a loving, compassionate Queen, but who cares? Even though a part of his undead heart wishes to fall in love again, at least in the dream, the vampire is damned happy as he's sleeping inside his coffin. Riches, glory, all battles he goes into he always emerges victorious, loyalty from his subjects, and all the luxury he can ever dream off...ah, such is the life for the poor vampire!

Even though his true drab, boring reality begs to differ.]


[OOC: Smut is allowed, but females preferred. You can pissed him off too if you want to RUIN his day.]

... I had to do this...

[draculolz]

[well... that's a familiar looking face on the throne, Romania's favorite boss, and the other nations tried to tell him that vampires weren't real.

He's rather sparkly eyed as he joins the chanting of "Long Live King Alucard!" he's not sure when the name change occurred, but it was still awesome.

He's also wondering how this sudden change over of power occurred. He hadn't fought any wars, after all.]

Boss, you have to warn me of these things. [he's managed to make it up towards the throne]

Graham Spector | Baccano! | OTA

[deconstructwrench]

[Graham's dreams were often a dizzying, exhilarating mish mash of disconnected thought and destruction. The landscape, if there was ever one, usually comprised a violent, jittery collage of machine parts and words, ever-shifting, ever-changing.

No matter how many times he bashed and kicked it, it would not change. The words, the turbine engines and cogs and gas canisters would not change. Ah well, he had no times he broke it, he was happy to take it apart again.]

Thorfinn son of Thors ♦ Vinland Saga ♦ ota

[emovikingninjapirate]

[ Once in a great while Thorfinn could tell when he was dreaming. Mastly because his days in the battlefield were so dizzying and chaotic that his dreams were either equally so, or nothing but a fuzzy foggy gray. But some days in his dreams he saw the land that Leif Erikson had told him about many years ago. About the land that was beyond the great sea where the serpent Jormungand supposedly slept. Vinland, the land of pastures, the land without wars or slaves or suffering.

The thought of it occasionally crossed his mind while he was awake, though usually he scoffed at the notion that such a place existed, Leif was a crazy old coot with wild stories.

But some part of him must have wanted to believe in such a tale. For in his sleep he could see the endless green fields stretching out before him, peaceful, perfect, untouched by man. He could almost feel the warm sun on his face.

He sighed, and gracelessly laid down in grass, a rare ghost of a smile on his lips. ]

Haa... Someday... someday maybe I'll...

[iamseven]

[Rydia didn't mean to pry into someones dream, but she had just stumbled in here. Maybe it was for the sake that her dreams as well build up these kind of peaceful scenery at times. She walked up to the only person she could see in this landscape.]

I am not disturbing you I hope.

Annette | Castlevania

[alwayskidnapped]

[ Annette's dreams were usually quite simple and quick, to the point. This one, however, was quite different. She'd found herself out and about in what appeared to be a very old cemetery. It was dark and cold, and the sun was setting -- not that one could truly tell, of course. There were far too many clouds in the sky, but the last rays of sun did filter through on occasion.

She allowed her fingers to skim the tops of some of the old headstones as she walked. Really, all she wanted to do was find a way out. She'd been walking for what seemed to be hours, and there was no way out in sight. Finally, she paused under an old weeping willow tree as it began to rain, and she jumped like she'd been struck by a bolt of lightning as the ravens that had been perched just above her suddenly flew off in a flurry of feathers and loud cawing noises.

Turning to lean her back against the trunk of the aging tree, the young woman squinted slightly; she wasn't really sure what she was seeing, the rain was pouring now and that combined with the darkness was making it terribly hard to tell, but she was fairly sure that there were figures moving about in the distance, getting closer and closer. She didn't want to stick around long enough to see what it was, and as such, she pushed herself away from the tree, quietly trekking out into the rain to find her way out... or not. ]

oh dear

[nolifeemperor]

[This must be fate. Fate is a fickle mistress. Because by fate, they meet again in this very same dream. Isn't he dead? But then again, he has been dead for centuries, and now he is one of the undead, undying, and by misfortune, being cursed and immortal.

There is only one figure that came into her line of vision. He too is trapped in this dream, but he pretended, he is not. He began by singing a soft tune, a lullaby he knew long ago from his past as human, a dead past, where he no longer mourns. Monsters don't cry for their dead selves.]

Ah, we met again...[A pause a beat when he looks at her...expectantly.]

Elijah Elkwood | Todd Allison and the Petunia Violet

[smokefilledroom]

[A simple dream, for now. He is on a train, alone at the time, and he is watching the scenery pass by. Same dull fields, same sounds of the train...his fingers twitch on the armrest, and he wishes he could find some distraction. No one to chat to, nothing to read or write-it's frightfully boring, and thinking there's no one around, he gives a childishly large sigh to express his feelings toward this train.]

bruce wayne ♞ nolanverse (potential spoilers for TDKR)

[battyman]

one.

[ bruce wayne doesn't dream often. but when he does, it can often be considered to most as a nightmare. gotham destroys itself. his city burns, while he remains helpless, only able to watch. he's broken, frozen in place, and forced into the ground. the one responsible wears a mask. a burlap sack. clown makeup.

gotham burns. ]

two.

[ venturing down the part of gotham which will eventually become known as crime alley. bruce walks behind two people who's faces are shadowed and voices are blurred. he's frantic, opening his mouth to talk to them, warn them. plead with them to stop and just turn around.

they don't listen. two shots ring out. tears are streaming down bruce's face, but he doesn't seem to realize. his knees give out, and he drops to the filthy ground, his gaze locked on his father's glassy stare. martha wayne's scream still echoes. ]

three.

[ a flurry of bats inside a dark, dreary hole. this is the only one where bruce appears calm, as he is meditating in the middle of the storm. ]

Integra Hellsing | Hellsing

[integra_hellsing]

[ Flames; the sounds of panic and chaos. People screaming, babies crying, the undead chomping on those unfortunate enough to have escaped the bombs. It would appear that even in Integra's dreams, London burns and vampires have free roam of her beloved city.

Not that she realizes this is a dream, of course. To her, this is all very real; just as real as the ghoul she just put a bullet through, or the Nazi creature she'd cut down a moment before.

She stares up at the blimps in the sky -- the one she can see, at least, and she scowls. She's determined to get there, but the damned thing just keeps pulling farther and farther away, and the ghouls and vampires seem to becoming more frequent. ]

[nolifeemperor]

[Alucard has an entirely different dream. He dreams he is Count Dracula once more. He wears his aristocratic clothes, complete with a top hat and cane.

So Alucard is going out for a stroll, like a Victorian Gentleman, when his dream collided with hers, and his eyes widen. Didn't the war ended years ago?]

Good evening, my Master. [He bows] Integra, what's going on here?

John Watson {Sherlock}

[pulling_rank]

Gwaine | BBC's Merlin

[tavern_bum]

Elika - Prince of Persia 2008 - OTA

[duty]

[it's too good to be true. of course it is, it's a damned dream. but Elika is choosing to ignore that realization. logic rules her usually, but...this is too bittersweet, too painful in the most beautiful way to do anything but fall into it.

she's home. but it's not the home she grew up in; not the crumbling ruins, empty and forgotten, with hardly any of her people left. no, it's the land of the Ahura as she read about, was told about, dreamed about. gleaming golden spires and freshly painted murals, shining columns and stone walls without a pebble out of place. the royal gardens were awash with color and life; the Vale was breathtaking, the towers of the City of light were spectacular...

and Elika cries.

in the privacy of her own dream, she has no shame or reservation about doing so. she cries for her parents, her mother last years ago and her father lost so recently to misled intentions, her people who drifted away and forgot, her land which had turned to dust...]

Dave Strider | Homestuck | OTA

[moveslikestrider]

[ As thick metal grates run between giant gears that turn slowly above a sea of lava a young white haired boy stands at the railing over looking the face of a clocktower. The hour tolls as the fires below hiss and boil. The heat is unbearable yet the boy gives no sign of it bothering him.

All around him things age, they turn to dust and yet he alone remains unchanged. His eyes are covered with a pair of gold rimmed shades that look like they should belong on an adult, instead of a child. He says nothing and the scenery remains the same at last, as if held in stillness.

Everything changes again in an instant, the fires melting away.

Now a red slab of rock that looks suspiciously like a bed or an altar is the only thing holding him up in a vast dark space. The only light is the vast machine before him. Two vials far bigger than he is connect to a round engine like device.

It's clear crystal display shows a count down.

5...

4...

3...

2...

All things are seared to nothing in the resulting burst of emerald green.]