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minecraft-fanfiction-house · 5 months ago
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I wrote my oc having a dream being an illager father in a found family with a teenage piglin, and they had sleepwalked over to another wolf bloodying in ketchup the pig in the pen that they've treated like a cat jumping into their trashcan.
Waking up have werewolf form, muddled out of their mind being caught defending themselves, "Why cant you let me hug my child in blood." A pig that they have shown dislike to and accidentally gotten parental attatchemnts from a dream. Of being a 40-something-year-old illager, bu really being a villager teen. Everyone was so confused to the sound, this would make an awsome, actual "It was all a dream" which was the friend we made along the way
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morganbritton132 · 5 months ago
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Eddie, posting to Tiktok at three in the morning: I think it’s perfectly okay if you’re a restless sleeper or you sleepwalk. That’s fine. I just think you should have goals…that’s not leaving my house.
Eddie: That makes it sound like I kidnapped someone. I didn’t. It’s just… My husband has been walking around in a circle for the last fifteen minutes
Eddie: And I want to go to bed but I can’t until he does because he has this bad habit of escaping and ending up at a hospital…or the woods.
Eddie: And yeah, I’m glad he’s not trying to break my ribs or- *flinches in surprise when a hand is suddenly shoved in front of his face*
Eddie, eyes flickering off screen: …yes?
Steve, after a long pause: Six dollar
Eddie, who adores sleeptalking Steve: For what?
Steve: Book fair
Eddie: …I have never wanted to live in your brain more than I do right now.
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aipurjopa · 1 month ago
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wake up from this dream before it fully submerges you !!
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rootsmachine · 1 year ago
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taissa turner // the animals at lockwood manor, jane healey
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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 years ago
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I was watching jerma985 sleepwalk through his living room window, he kept standing on his couch and coffee table and would sometimes even pick up Otto and carry him around.
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riz-key · 2 years ago
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Madchen Amick 1990
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weneedatdcharacterwho · 3 months ago
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We need a TD character who sleepwalks almost every night and it scares everyone. They don’t even do anything bad.
They just stand in random places for a while (sometimes in front of a camera) all Blair-Witch style before walking back to bed (eventually).
They have zero memory of it when it happens.
They’re a really good teammate though.
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yoursghouly · 1 year ago
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“Sleepwalking” by The Phantom Painter
(Black and White Version)
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randomfoggytiger · 2 months ago
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in my head: Ever since her abduction, Scully is a sleepwalker and sleep talker and that's why Mulder is often in her motel room. Her condition is exacerbated when she is under a lot of stress. Mulder know this, and it's one of the reasons that he doesn't sleep much. Plus, he likes having conversations with sleep talking Scully. It's the only time he can have true in depth and emotional talks and tells her how he feels. Additionally, he likes taking care of her when she is about to sleepwalk out of the room. He gets to distract her with very sweet, but innocent, hugs.
When she is adamant in leaving the room, he will walk her around the block and bring her back safely to her room.
This is why they have such an unspoken bond and communication that transcends all words.
Aww, what a nice... well, bittersweet headcanon. XDDD
There are sleep-waling Scully fics out there, too-- BWJournal's The Moon and The Sun and Meredith's Transition, for example-- so your idea is in good company! (And I'm not opposed to reading more and more and more of this genre.)
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metalinjector95 · 1 year ago
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Andrea Davenport Sleepwalker, dreaming about Molly in her sleep 😴 that her subconscious takes over and attempts to brings flowers to Molly McGee
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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 1 year ago
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hmmmm having angsty Lights Out thoughts
#i know when i post about it i usually make it Lighthearted if not outright Memey#but oh boy. this au is dark. like - like beyond the literal meaning#imagine being abandoned by your creators without so much as a warning#one day the lights go out and thats it. no answers. no comfort. no friendly faces or explanation#show's over. curtains closed. doors locked. they're all gone#it's just waiting in a pitch black room because surely the lights will turn back on. the next day will come#but it Won't. the next day won't come. it will never come. your friends won't open their eyes again. it's just you now.#you've always had company - friends and the comfort of feeling Watched Over by something beyond your understanding#but you blinked and its gone now. it's just you. no matter what you try or what you do - its. just. you.#days and weeks and moths and years of silence and a complete lack of color#burning matches down to your fingertips just to remember what shade of yellow your fleece is#its still wrong. firelight stains the color.#slowly forgetting the sound of your friends voices and what their smiles looked like and what the memories you made with them were#what was your best friends favorite joke? what was his hotdog order? how did he laugh? he used to pose for your paintings didnt he?#you can't be sure anymore. maybe the neighborhood was always dead. maybe You're dead. how can you tell?#you don't breathe. they don't either. they used to didn't they? you never did but they used to. ...right? you hope their dreams are sweet#one of your friends starts sleepwalking. you're so happy. she hurts you. you know she didnt mean it. you're scared anyway.#you can only see with one eye now. it feels... Wrong. all of your chalk drawings start coming out wrong too.#you keep missing when you reach for things. just one more thing to adjust to#were the lights ever on? or was that your own dream? you thought that was something you couldnt do.#you also thought the lights always come back. you were wrong about that. what else are you wrong about?#wh lights out au#wailing sobbing screaming etc over lights out wally... this poor little 12 apples dude...#aimlessly wandering through the town... walking through the buildings....#eventually getting so fucking lonely and desperate that you keep your best friend's severed arm for comfort#all you can do is protect your eternally sleeping friends from the Things crawling out of the shadows#mark another tally on the ground for each full circle the town clock's short hand completes#and wait for the day you fall asleep and join your friends dreams. it will happen someday.#you can feel it in the pitch seeping from your eyes and mouth. more with each decade that passes#just a little while longer. some more waiting. just you. in the dark.
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axiseart · 1 year ago
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Fever stairs
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feytouched · 1 year ago
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tonight i kept waking up from dreams through my sleeping medication haze. first i dreamt i was in the line of succession for a throne, but i was murdered by one of my scheming sisters. through sheer rage and perhaps a necromancer i was revived, but my head was rather unseemly and disfigured so i carved out a portion of my own chin and lips and replaced them with blood red stone. this made speaking difficult, but possible. walking was harder: it felt like when your legs go dead numb and you try to move them, and instead end up flinging them about and near collapsing under your own weight, except my entire body was like this. (i think i may have been trying to sleepwalk, and the struggle was from this.) but i was so angry that i kept dragging myself like some ungodly puppet. i was so angry that this was my unlife now, for ever, doomed to fight against my body to do the simplest tasks, because of some birthright i did not choose. i'm sure it has nothing to do with my real circumstances!
anyway, later in the night, i dreamt of creeping out of the wings of a dusty ballet stage, going to join my mom in the empty aisle of the theatre; we went out on an errand to buy flowers for my grandmother, in a town that looked like a faded and peeling illustration of moulin rouge's paris - more like a scenery for a play than a real place. at the flower stall, while the seller wrapped the bouquet in brown paper, i discreetly asked for some flowers for my mother as well; i got her a sprig of forget-me-nots, to give her later. when we were walking back, there was a decaying house on a streetcorner with a line of iron nails going up a wall. my mother jovially made her way up, using each single tiny nail as a ladder step, floating weightlessly up, and i called after her because i knew i couldn't follow. i woke up then, too.
and yesterday i dreamt that my grandmother had died, but she had amicably returned to visit and we treated her as an honourable guest. she had one last very important thing to teach me before leaving. i either forgot, or awoke before we got there. (my grandmother is alive, and i should really go visit her.)
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ofpenrose · 1 year ago
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this is so embarrassing I think I've been reading too many hermitcraft fanfictions bc I dreamt I had a massive crush on goodtimeswithscar
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gregor-samsung · 5 months ago
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Герда (Gerda) [Lost girl] (Natalya Kudryashova, 2021)
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robobee · 2 months ago
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one of those legitimately traumatizing dreams that have you waking up and cataloging your schedule just be sure that couldn't have happened to you
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