The Lucid Dreaming Meme

[mysockingstory]

The Lucid Dreaming Meme
 

 

... and then it hits you: none of this is real. You're dreaming. You've been dreaming all along.

Maybe you'd normally wake up now. The brain is a funny thing, though, and you can't seem to. Must be something you ate. You do, however, realize that you're in a dream - and in dream, you can do anything. Always wanted to dream about flying? It's your lucky night. Want to dream back a lost childhood home? It's there just as you remember, or perhaps imagine it. Been fantasizing about that one cute co-worker for weeks? Well then.

There's only one problem. There seems to be someone else in your dreamscape, and they can apparently control it just as easily as you can. They even have the audacity to claim that they are dreaming you!


All the usual:

• Post with your character's name and canon in the subject line.
• Said character is having a lucid dream, where since they know they are dreaming, they can do literally anything. Fun!
• ... except that the character that comments on your thread is also in the same dream and just as lucid. Both characters can affect the world around them, but not each other.
• Both characters are the "original" dreamer from their perspective, and neither is stronger than the other. Conflicting changes to the environment simply overwrite each other in a loop until one character or the other gives up.
• The setup of this meme is built to facilitate cross-canon interaction: it's probably a good idea to state in your subject line whether you're open to it.
• Tag around and play nice!
• TRIGGER WARNING: Meme may contain unpleasant themes. Please use warnings and browse responsibly.

Comments

charles xavier • x-men first class

[meliorism]

[womanwhobeatyou]

[Irene is walking down a narrow, cobblestone street, dodging around an old woman chasing a split bag of oranges. The buildings on both sides of the street are old world, Parisian, judging by the French signs on the doors. But as she passes them, the words on the signs begin to swirl, to writhe and dance until they are German. Spanish. French again. Portuguese. English.

She strolls with a confident air, pausing by a cart of flowers wildflowers tulips roses daisies.]

[meliorism]

( the buildings where charles chooses to stand look remarkably like those from oxford, and not his westchester home for a number of reasons. but then the signs begin to change, and instead of being threatened he is curious. french, spanish, german. languages that he has gleaned from other people's minds, and not languages that he has learned himself.

there is no one else on the street, and the root cause -- well. a woman. a woman he has never seen before, but one that he most certainly would have hit on just a few weeks prior to this. charles is utterly casual as he approaches, glancing up at the rapidly changing landscape as he does. )

Good evening.

[womanwhobeatyou]

[She looks up from a white daisy that melts into a bright orange tiger lily in her hand at the greeting and smiles. Her accent places her almost immediately. London, upper-class, or at least have been around them enough that any old accents have been mostly eclipsed.]

Evening. I take it this little [She gestures forwards, where the buildings become distinctly English in a thousand tiny ways] is your doing?