[Anniversary] Morpheus strikes at noon

Mikhainon

In this grand, alcohol-induced dream, Mikhainon was completely cut off from his other, temporary human persona. He was surrounded by darkness — no, he was the darkness in the horizon, enveloping the forest like a mist, eyes and mouths and teeth gnashing menacingly in tendrils/shadows/tendrils made of shadows on the peripheral of Vanora's view. He was all-powerful and all-consuming again, whole, uncut from what used to be his everyday. He felt the power of the cosmos in his fingertips again.

So, why was he hearing a baby cry?

The shadows began dripping like thick oil, but somehow it never melted into the grass or earth. Every single drop crawled into a round plot of cement at the middle of the forest and began forming the shape of the man whose face he would walk around in. Mikhainon wasn't the horizon anymore; he was running from it, pursued by the sound of a baby cry turned into a child's laughter and, finally, impressions of what seemed to be garbled speech of a familiar voice echoing louder and louder and more menacing. (Whose voice, upon waking, he would recognize to be Chloe's.)

The sounds seemed to be gaining on him, but no discernible figure could be found.

In the end, he located Vanora's camp somehow. Sweating, nervous and wearing what looked like last season's men's haute coutoure, he walked up to her and said, "Grandma, I'm not ready to be a dad. And also, do you have some red wine to go with that meat? I'm hoping you're going to season that because that looks really gross. I'm not being pursued by the ghost of unplanned parenthood just to eat a dry freaking cheeseburger in the middle of what looks like a low budget 1980's horror movie."

He picked a rock up from the ground, which turned into a bottle of red wine. "Sweet! Beverages covered."

Her fingers were tangled in his hair and his mouth was on her neck, leaving a slow trail of kisses and small bites as he worked her way to her collar bone, and then back up to her mouth, where he kissed her greedily.

Her lips parted and her tongue touched his and

that's when Lochlann realized he was eating a cheeseburger.

Someone was screaming about clothes, which was ridiculous, because obviously the clothes were in the trees. You just had to pick them off the leaves.

"They're on the trees, asshole," Lochlann said. "Careful, you don't want to knock over the cheeseburgers. They don't grow back once you disconnect the stems."

Where they cheeseburgers or mushrooms? For that matter, how much did he have to drink last night?

"Not enough," he mumbled.

She thought she had fallen asleep? So why was she outside? The woods were tall, trees looming over her...actually, were they growing taller? Taller and taller the black masses grew, covering the starry sky...til she looked down and saw it was she herself who had shrunk.

Her oversized sweater was now a dress, with long yarn arms that fell past her hands...those seemed to be growing longer to? Lulu stepped out of the ring that her now vastly oversized skirt had become on the ground, moving forward. As she walked, to the speck of light she could see int he distance, her head started to get heavy. Heavier and heavier, as the glasses on her nose grew larger and larger. With tiny hands, she held them up, so she could see...

That the fire was getting farther away! "That's not fair..." Her voice was high pitched. She began to run to the light, holding her glasses in place as she went, and promptly tripped. Lulu's shoes were huge! She slipped them off, and looked at the elbows she had fallen on...they weren't scratched, or bruised at all. Still, something warm was in her cheeks, and her eyes, as tears streamed down her face at the imagined pain she should be feeling. Only then, did she look up to see the fire was barely a speck in the distance now!

Wiping her eyes on her super long sleeves, she held her glasses high once more and ran... away from the speck of fire on the horizon. And stumbled over a log that was angled for sitting beside the fire pit, with the old woman cooking, naked screaming man, and a man with wine in his hand.

The tiny little girl's lip wobbled, and she clung to the old woman's leg. "Ebrythin's wron' gramba!" Her teeny voice had the stuffy sound of someone with a stuffed nose.

<u>Samael Fein Carnige</u>

In his dreams he was always a tiger, a majestic beast of both beauty and strength, his body free of any pain, light yet strong in a way he could never achieve in the living world. It was how he knew, always, no matter what he dreamt of that it was only a dream. He even vaguely remembered falling asleep.

Still, even aware of the dream, he never tried to change a thing about it, for for him, these dreams of endless running, of chasing some distant, shapeless prey, were what to others, a dreams about flying were: a place of freedom and of peace. Thus, he always let his body run and his mind wonder, covering miles in his dream while his body rested, while never changing a thing. It was probably why the sudden change he could feel in that very dream irritated him so much. And he could feel that something in this dream was different from the way in which he usually dreamt.

For one thing, his prey had disappeared as soon as he had entered the forest, which was something that has never happened before, and the forest itself was dark and eerie and did not allow him to reach the light he could barely see in the distance. He refused to give up though, running faster and faster the further the light seamed, until suddenly, he was hit by the smell of bacon of all things. Soon after he burst into a clearing full of the strangest people he had ever seen.

"Would the lot of you shut up!" Kaya screamed at her other selves...or her Impatient self said as a group of five different Kayas walked along. All of them hovered around a 6th Kaya whole regarded all of them with disdain as she walked serenely though the forest. Knowing the dreamscape for what it was had summoned up her other selves to listen to her other thoughts out loud. To bad for her they all talked at once. Impatients had manifested as a nine year old self with wings above all the others. To Reality Kaya left was what she kindly called her Sexy self was three years older then her wearing nothing but saucy clothing made of lace and seemed to leave nothing to the imagination as it talked about all the things it wanted to do to Henry. To Kaya's right was her anger wearing her full demon steel plate armor yelling about how she had been acting for the past month or two. Behind Kaya was Shy, blushing full black as she listened and looked at Sexy. In front was always Adventure wanting to know what the world was like. Impatients started yelling at anger now getting into a heated argument. Sexy had moved back and whispered words to Shymaking the poor thing hide behind longer then her normal hair. Adventure was rambling on and on about nothing in particular.

It was shortly later that Kaya found something profoundly different. A bunch of people sitting around a campfire none of them looking like what she usually manifested and her otherselves were gone and she felt her face blushing at her thoughts towards Henry but also angry at her actions."well this is different...." she said staying out of the light and examining all of them from her spot.

Morgan floated around in a void of darkness, she could see nothing, as if her eyes were just shut. It was silent, but then a voice broke it.
"Water, fire, air, and dirt."
What did that mean? Did it have something to do with her abilities? She had some control over fire with Magmos, but what of the others? Would she meet spirits with control over water, air, and dirt? The voice returned.
"Fucking magnets, how do they work?"
What. That was stupid, everyone knows that magnets work through negatively and positively charged ions that cause magnetic attraction. Morgan quickly realized she was dreaming. Whenever she had a song stuck in her head she would usually hear it in her dreams, she remembered walking to her dorm room, and passing someone who was repeating the lyrics to this song, this stupid stupid song. Morgan tightly closed her eyes and wished for it to stop, she wished for this god awful song to stop.

This was possibly the most vivid, surreal dream Lochlann had in a long time. what had he been drinking before he'd fallen asleep?

There was a big, black cat, and a small person was fighting an old lady, music, a bunch of people talking from somewhere on the edge of the campfire, and he was honestly really hungry for another cheeseburger.

But wait.

There was a big, black cat.

"Awwww, kitty,"he said to the panther. "Do you want me to scratch behind your ears? Or do you want to find another cheeseburger with me?"