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bakerstreet2012-02-13 05:53 pm
mysockingstory) wrote in bakerstreet2012-02-13 05:53 pm
The Lucid Dreaming Meme
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.
you can NEVER go wrong with giant clams. They instantly make every storyline better.
oh, Cloud...
It has her fingers curling to wind closer with his and it makes that little spot in her heart jump and ache beautifully all at the same time. She'd meant to spend the dream quietly spoiling him and instead she feels impossibly spoiled and cherished herself.
He'd remembered. More importantly, it had been important to him. It makes the memory of her awkward stumbling not-confession suddenly something sweet and precious instead of thwarted and embarrassing.}
Okay. {she has to swallow around the happy lump in her throat but she nods, eyes lifting to his, so... impossibly happy. A little bit of nudging on her part has her scooting closer to find her way under his arm and she settles her head on his shoulder, hair a quiet waterfall over him. Too pleased not to share, she lifts her face, brushing a soft kiss over one of his soot streaked cheeks, the gray reminder of loss whispering temporarily away across his skin.}
We'll need a piano - and a metronome.{the edges of her eyes curve} To help with your timing.
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[ His interest in the word he's not sure he's heard, before, is passing, at best. He hadn't thought anything of changing the scenery, even from the solid ground of their mountaintop town to a swaying little carriage suspended miles above the desert ground (the prison, which he'll do his best not to think about, now, memories of sleeping cramped in the front of a broken down truck with the unbearable heat of the day turned to a frightening chill at night somewhere deep, deep beneath the surface of this more significant place).
But the effect is better than he could've hoped. Maybe a little too good, for her to seem so overwhelmed, and he didn't mean for that but he can't help the reserved ghost of a smile that crosses his face, gone in a flash of pale, yellow light as he turns his mind back to more practical matters. ]
Where'll we keep something like that?
[ The bar's not yet rebuilt, and their plans are all half-formed and scattered...
Maybe the house in Costa, he thinks, though that could be a problem for practicing often. Cloud's never actually seriously considered retiring to the place he bought there on the coast, on a whim -- it's nice, serviceable, but in the middle of a tourist town with all the trappings of a resort, there really isn't much around for someone like him.
Maybe he should've asked her, instead, whether she'd mind it, there. Even though it's his dream, he's still hesitant to presume that her plans might mean staying with him. Or letting him stay with her. ]
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She's watching fireworks out the window, head content on his shoulder and trying to figure out how to explain a metronome so that he'll recognize what she's talking about when he asks his question.
He's serious.
He's serious about the piano and in Cloud fashion is already working out the way to get one and - and her heart gives a little shiver in her chest and she turns her face into his throat.
- and it means he's serious about staying with her.
She knows everything's up in the air for them now when it comes to their future and while she's hoped that it would be together, she's been quietly worried about that too. It was as if he came into her life just at the start of all of this and, now that it's finishing, she's worried that, once it's done, he'll disappear again. It's not rational exactly but telling herself that is only just so effective. She's never wanted anything so strongly in her life and the closer it seems to coming true the more she's been worrying about having it snatched away at the very last second. Being with Cloud isn't the end, she knows that life will go on and there will be new problems to overcome and trials to work though. It will be the beginning of something though and it's something she wants so badly it scares her.
Cloud's not just speculating vaguely about getting a piano - he's making actual plans for their future for it and her hand squeezes his a little where they're linked that way.
She thinks... she thinks if he found them a piano she might even feel brave enough to play it again. If he was there.}
I don't know. I guess we've got a lot of stuff to work out. Together. You might regret it though if I end up asking you to move it around too many times.