#is this supposed to happen when you try lucid dreaming a lot???

[savage-rhi]

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[oddinary4bts]

Coffee Stain | jjk

☆summary: you grief, and it's the expression of your everlasting love for Jungkook.

☆pairings: Jungkook x reader

☆rating: 18+ (it deals with heavy themes)

☆genre: grief!au, angst

☆warnings: this is a grief!au so it's rough. jungkook died and reader tries to grieve him. lucid dream where she sees him and talks to him again, curses, a lot of crying

☆word count: 1.9k

☆a/n: this hurts. idk why i wrote it. i was sad watching a sad instagram reel and then this happened. i apologize, and i love y'all, and if you need to talk just reach out <3 i'm always here for you guys.

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            There’s been a coffee stain on the kitchen counter for weeks.

Staring at it, you can almost hear the laughter it brought forth then. A laughter of crinkling doe eyes, of a bunny grin and arms wrapping around your middle. It’s a hand clutching around your heart, like it used to clutch around your fingers.

It’s the ghost of bodies entwined that weren’t meant to be separated.

In the bathroom, his towel has started to smell like humidity instead of the body wash he used, the one he claimed was good for his hair too. A 3-in-1 combo thing, something you used to tease him constantly about. And though the smell is a sign that you need to clean the towel, you can’t bring yourself to do the laundry.

In fact, you can’t bring yourself to do any chores. You just let Bam out three times a day, and then you go back to bed. Back to a cold bed that was supposed to be an island of you and him.

Now it’s an island of your grief, of tear-stained pillows and sorrow-filled sheets.

The sun rises and sets every day, but time has stopped. Time stopped on a surprised rainy day when he didn’t come home.

And he’ll never come home again.

It burns. It burns like the pizza you put in the oven, thinking that maybe you’d eat for the first time in weeks. The smoke pricks your eyes, suffocates your lungs. You hope it’ll steal your breath like his breath was stolen, too.

A last exhale, one you weren’t there to share.

You open the windows to air the room, and late spring flows in. Chirping birds and a soft breeze surround you, and you feel sick to your stomach. Because he won’t experience any other season. His life ended on a rainy April day, forever altering yours in the process.

Bam watches you from where he’s lying down by the door, still waiting for him to come home. Indeed, he’d used to come home around this time every day, to whisk you in his arms and tell you he loves you. But not that day.

No, that day, you sat on the couch watching the raindrops chasing themselves on the window, your phone clutched in your hand because he’d been supposed to be home an hour ago. When the phone rang bringing the news, your life became quiet.

It’s been quiet since then.

Your friends come over in the evening, with food you try to eat. You remember evenings that you’d spend with them and him, laughing and playing games and doing everything that young people do.

Young people aren’t supposed to die. Or so you tell yourself as you follow the conversation, but never participate, like maybe he left with your voice too. Your friends don’t complain about it – they know how much he meant to you, how much you meant to him, too.

You wonder what he’d say if he were here tonight, and you think you wouldn’t be able to hear it. Not when you haven’t been able to listen to his last voice message again, even though it sits on your phone, a keepsake of your love gone too soon.

When your friends leave, they hug you tight, though it’s never as tight as he used to hold you. Because he was the only one to know how to hold your pieces together and tonight, like every night since then, they fall apart. They fall apart like dandelions in the wind, so easily blown away.

You go to bed, Bam with you, staring up at the ceiling, imagining that it is his body next to yours. That it is his soft snores you can hear, his gentle breaths dragging you to sleep hours after you lied down.

You wake up feeling different. The light shines differently, like it’s from another world. The apartment smells of bacon and coffee, and you furrow your brows. The bed is empty, yet warmth lingers in the sheets next to you.

You step out of bed, tiptoe on a floor that you know to be usually cold in the morning, yet today it’s warm. You’re wearing an oversized white t-shirt he usually wears, and you feel like you’re forgetting something, yet you can’t quite tell what.

You walk out of the bedroom, and Bam greets you like he always does in the morning after his walk, with his tag wagging so wildly it’s making his whole body shake from side to side. You laugh, petting him as he tries to jump on you so that he can lick your face, though he eventually abandons to trot to the kitchen instead.

You follow behind him, smiling at the sight of his naked back, as he cooks something on the stove.

“You woke up just in time,” he tells you, shooting you a quick glance over his shoulder.

His eyes are sad. A sorrow deeper than the ocean hides in his pupils, and you’d frown if you hadn’t missed him so much.

“What are you making?” you ask.

He motions to a bowl on the counter. “Pancakes. And bacon and coffee, too.” He glances at you again, like maybe you disappeared while he was looking at the pan on the stove. “You can pour yourself a cup of coffee while I get everything ready.”

You nod, smiling softly, before doing so, grabbing your favourite mug from the cupboard. You frown – wasn’t there supposed to be a chip in it? Yet the mug looks pristine, entirely new. You shrug it off, and then you pour the coffee, before pouring one for him too. You set them on the table and sit in your usual spot, looking out the window.

The sky outside is purple and bright, and you think you can see constellations dusting it.

You know. You’ve known since you woke up, but you don’t care.

You watch him as he finishes cooking, and then he carries the food over to the table. He sits next to you, in his favourite spot because he gets to see you and the TV at the same time. The TV is not on right now, and his attention is solely on you, like he’s drinking you in like you’ve been drinking him in.

“How did you sleep?” he asks.

His eyes are infinitely sad. It’s startling, and you can’t bear the weight they hold. So you focus on your food, while he sits there watching you.

“I slept okay,” you reply. “You?”

He chuckles. “I slept too much.” He sighs, and it’s heavier than the universe. “I’m always sleeping lately.”

You laugh, because what else are you supposed to do?

“You’re awake now,” you tease, and you pat his arm.

His skin is soft and warm, void of any scars.

“Only because you’re here,” he replies, and he smiles again as you meet his doe eyes. “Now eat.”

You obey, enjoying the taste of his food – he’s always made the best pancakes, and today is no different. You even think they’re better, though you reckon that would be impossible.

“You should make pancakes more often,” you say when you’re done eating. “I can’t remember the last time you made them.”

He chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners, yet the depths remain eternally sorrowful. “I’ll make them again soon.”

You smile, pausing to admire him for a few seconds before you ask, “Should we go back to bed?”

“We’re not Sunday,” he teases.

You narrow your eyes. “It can be Sunday just this once.”

His giggles accompany you as he grabs your hand and pulls you to the bedroom, and soon you’re in bed again, laughing as he tickles you.

“Fuck, I missed your laugh,” he says, and you pout.

“I missed you,” you answer.

He nods, and the sadness invades all his features. “I know.” Bam appears, jumping on the bed to lie next to you while Jungkook kneels between your legs, hands still resting on your sides. “You’ve been taking good care of Bam?”

“Yes,” you say. “We’ve been taking a lot of walks.”

He grins like the sadness was never there, and then he turns towards the dog. “Aren’t you lucky?”

Bam rolls on his back as Jungkook starts petting him, and soon he’s rubbing the dog’s belly, cooing like he’s talking to a baby. It’s adorable, and you admire the view even though it hurts so deeply you think you might be dying.

When he’s done with the dog, he looks at you again, a soft smile gracing his lips. “What have you been up to?”

You sigh, and you pull on his arm until he’s lying with his head on your chest. “Nothing.”

“That sounds boring,” he teases, and you think you feel his tears wetting the shirt you’re wearing, though you don’t mention it.

“Hey, I’m just doing my best,” you reply, pinching his side.

He laughs. “I know.”

“How long until you have to go?” you ask.

He sighs, and he glances at the time on the night table. “Not long.”

You rub a hand on his back, your arms tightening around him. He looks up at you, and you meet his gaze, hoping to find an eternity in them.

“I wish you could stay,” you whisper.

“Me too.”

He kisses you then, his feather soft lips meeting yours for a short embrace of the love you share. Your heart settles in your chest, your ache momentarily forgotten, and you wish to get lost in him. Wish to stay here with him forever, but he inevitably pulls away from the kiss, looking over his shoulder.

“It’s time to go,” he says.

You nod, because you know. You feel it too, and so you force yourself to get up. He quickly puts a shirt on, and then you follow him to the door.

“Text me when you get to work?” you tell him, eyes filled with tears.

“I will.” He meets your gaze, his own eyes lined with silver. “Please be safe.”

You chuckle. “You be safe.”

“Always,” he says. He opens the door, looking outside, but he doesn’t move for a while.

“Should we hang out again soon?” you ask, hoping that it’ll make him stay.

He looks back at you. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

You nod, and he takes a step outside. He’s fading out of focus, yet you try to hold onto it, to keep him here with you. It’s like it works – he turns back around, and then rushes to you, wrapping his arm around your waist as he hides his face in your neck. But you’re losing him again – already, the apartment has faded away, and all that’s left is the purple sky with its infinity of stars.

“I love you,” you whisper as he, too, fades away.

In the vast expanse of nothing, you think you hear him saying it back. You reach for him, and you think you can see him again, see his smile, though he’s just a little too far for you to touch.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come home.”

You wake, the bleak light from the sun filtering through the blinds, and the sky proves to be the blue of sorrow again. Grief, the expression of your everlasting love, sits on your chest, and you can’t breathe.

“I love you,” you whisper through the pain, and you mean it, more than you’ve ever meant anything before.

After all, there’s been a coffee stain on the kitchen counter for weeks.

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if you need to talk please reach out, and also don't hesitate to scream at me for this bc idk wtf it is

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[theminecraftbee]

Joel stares at the ceiling. It’s sure a hospital ceiling alright. Grey tiles, fluorescent lights, a steady beep in the background. Great. He’s in the hospital his first day in town. He’s sure that bodes well for the future of his time in Hermiton, truly. What had he been saying to himself before he arrived? That he just had to survive one more year of high school and then he could go be a hermit in the woods or at least pass his exams to get that architecture degree he used to dream about.

“Oh, you’re awake! You’re the last to wake up. It’s just exhaustion, don’t worry. That always happens the first few times you summon your Persona. Your body gets used to it and stops trying to force you into the ground the moment you enter Real Space again eventually.”

He tries very hard not to groan out loud. If he doesn’t move or make any noise, maybe the weird guy won’t notice he’s awake. Maybe he’ll go away and like, whatever adult in town is currently supposed to be in charge of him will show up and sign some paperwork and Joel can leave.

There’s a long, awkward silence.

“You know, I can tell you’re awake. I already said so,” the stranger says.

“Shut up, I’m trying to make you go away,” Joel says.

The stranger snorts. “What, you don’t want information on your two friends you apparently risked your life to save?”

Joel… would kind of like that information, actually, but he’s not just going to say so.

“It’s not like I know them. I’ve been here five days. Idiot,” Joel says.

“I don’t know. Seems a lot like you know them,” the stranger says. “You’ll probably get to know them even more soon, after we do an assessment to make sure it’s safe for you all to enter Altered Space. It’s just been me and Scar for so long, I didn’t think other Persona users would ever show up!”

“What,” Joel says. “I don’t believe in Personas. They’re stupid. I was lucid dreaming. This is stupid.”

“Can’t you still hear yours? I think I’d go insane if I stopped.”

Yes.

“No.”

“Well then, maybe you’re the weak one. A strong Persona user would definitely still hear their Persona,” the stranger says, and look man, Joel doesn’t want to be doing this, but he can’t let ‘maybe you’re the weak one’ stand. It’s a matter of honor. Of pride.

“No, buzz off. I’m the strong one. I didn’t just awaken Pygmalion, I kicked ass using Pygmalion. Stupid Skizz and Impulse passed out immediately. And I was the only one who knew how to get to Skizz so, so, screw you, I’m super strong with your fake brain ghost thing.”

The stranger is quiet for a long moment. “Did you say you knew how to get to Skizz?”

“Yeah you just follow the evil butterflies. You should know, since you’re crazy,” Joel says.

“Oh my god,” the stranger says. “Oh my god. This changes everything.”

Something sinks in Joel’s stomach. “Wait, what does that—”

“I have to go tell Mr. Hills. Meet us when you get out of here, a doctor should let you out once you’re awake! But I have to tell him! Being able to preemptively find entrances to Altered Space! Fighting off a shadow and rescuing people your first time summoning a Persona! Me and Scar won’t have to be alone anymore!”

“No, I, uh, was lying, stop that,” Joel says unconvincingly.

“See you!” the stranger says.

“You forgot to tell me what happened to Skizz,” Joel says, finally sitting up to try to stop the stranger, but it’s too late. He’s already gone. Joel stares blankly after the space where he’d once been.

“You also forgot to tell me your name, you moron,” Joel says weakly.

He buries his head in his hands, breathes, and calls the nurse. If his strange classmate isn’t going to tell him what’s actually happening, then Joel’s going to find out for himself.

(Power throbs beneath a scar on his hand. A voice whispers agreeing remarks in the back of his head. He has way too many aches and pangs for last night—or, well, however many nights ago it was now—to be fake. But for now, he just wants to know Skizz is okay and go back to his stupid apartment and pretend none of this happened. Is that too much to ask?)

[windvexer]

I'm still looking for good astral projection techniques and readings. Doing it at night doesn't seem to work because I end up falling asleep and lucid dreaming. I can't even tell if I'm in the astral or in my imagination when I try it because all I see is darkness, yet I can kind of describe certain locations I often frequent in my mind. I've discerned two of them as inner temple spaces but some I'm not even sure if it's astral or just making up scenarios in my head. I think two of them are actual locations where I've met dragons but I'm having trouble with visions since all I see is darkness even though I can give a physical description, if that makes sense?

The rope technique doesn't work and counting backwards doesn't work. Unless I need more practice? Lucid dreaming I have down easy at least. Any recommended techniques or readings?

Howdy;

It's hard to say if you need more practice. Personally, some people pick it up very quickly, and others take a lot longer at it. Generally I find that most people I talk to about it are traveling, they just aren't sure if they are or not because they tend to have unrealistic expectations.

One of those expectations is vividness; obtaining a very high level of vivid immersion is IMO difficult, must more difficult than obtaining valid travel experiences in general.

Obtaining vivid immersion also isn't linear; I used to have very vivid experiences, but now I don't. I also have spent I suppose thousands of hours traveling, but after spiritual growth I lost the ability to travel at all for a while (a few years I think, but I haven't put thought into the timeline). After many years of practice and traveling, I still sometimes have "blackout" sessions where I can recount experiences, but I see nothing.

So although you haven't said as much, it's not something that you just unlock and then you get the skill forever; it's a living skill, like all magic (in my opinion).

Anyway, it's totally possible to need plenty of practice, but also possible to pick it up quickly. The question is how do you know when you've done it correctly, and IMO the best solution is to just try and do whatever it is you want to do in the astral and see if it works.

I mean, astral travel can be purely entertainment, in which case you never need to verify anything because it's like playing a video game; the experience is what matters. But if your goal is to do something, like say meet and commune with dragon spirits, then go ahead doing that and carry on as if you really have met them, and see what happens.

What's the end goal? To learn special names of dragons, and gain one as a familiar or a teacher? To learn how to do new kinds of magic? Set out to do those things and see where it gets you; see if you learn new kinds of magic you can do in dreams, or in the waking world. See if you learn how to call these spirits in and out of trance states.

See if what you do in these practice sessions is making your life better, or bringing you closer to goals - or not.

The benefit to this approach is that it can bring structure to practice; practice is no longer open-ended, but becomes, "how do I find this certain spirit?" and then "...next I'll explore his home" and "now I'm going to learn to make astral offerings to leave at the shrine," and so on. So it's less tedious, in my opinion.

Yes, try more techniques; have fun experimenting with a lot of them. Give them all an honest go. I recommend trying any particular technique a solid twenty times or so, just to gain the experience of it. Even attempts which do not appear to result in travel will bring experience and development.

I favor any technique which involves going downwards, especially through the trunk of a tree, or down through a well. As a relaxing method before sleep, I sometimes like to swim down through an endless ocean and look for a trap door, or a glowing crevice or something; then I go down through that. Or sometimes I don't.

If we can say that there's a pre-astral state, like existing in the space with the rope before you climb the rope, then that space in and of itself can be lovely and fun to play with, and you don't have to try to 'astral' at all.

Maybe you want to climb down through the trunk of a tree via a hollow; you can practice immersion skills by wandering around an imaginary forest, without actually trying to bridge the gap into the astral. And it's alright if it's just your imagination, because of course it is.

Another technique you may find to be very effective is to begin in a memory, especially a memory that positions you near to a convenient loci of travel (such as a favored childhood tree), and at first recall the memory with clarity, but then begin moving differently in it and seek out the astral doorway.

Also in general practicing trance is helpful.

Also, practicing calming and relaxation techniques before trying to travel.

Alright, I think that's enough novel. Also, I'm not sure what you mean by astral readings, but I hope the above is helpful.

[tapintorealities]

Note to Self: Forget About Your DR Body!

This is for anyone (myself included) who struggles with trying to "feel" their DR body so they can shift.

When you suddenly become lucid in a dream and decide that you want to wake up, do you go looking for your bed in your dream so you can "get in the right position" in order to wake up? No! (I mean, probably not most of us, right? But no judgement if you do.)

When you wake from a dream, your physical body in your CR doesn't matter; you just decide to wake up, and then you're aware of your body as you regain "consciousness". Maybe you encountered something disturbing in your dream that snapped you into lucidity for just long enough to go, Hmm, y'know what, no, I'm outta here.

When you decide to wake from a dream, you don't curl up on a bed and try to feel your CR mattress, you just wake up.

Shifting is the same.

You can imagine your DR body, the position it's in, the fabrics it feels, the sounds and smells around it -- you can mentally immerse yourself there all you want, but that's not what causes you to wake up there.

You're gonna wake up there whether you're imagining it or not, because that's where you are.

So quit stressing about whether you're imagining your DR self "correctly" -- it's already there, you're already there, and when you decide to wake up (or someone from your DR wakes you), you'll open your eyes in your DR body and go, Ah, yeah, of course I fell asleep on the couch again 🙄 (or whatever the circumstances are).

Your DR body doesn't need you to "feel" it in order to exist. You don't need to "figure out" how you're "supposed" to be feeling. You're already there. It's done. All you have to do is wake up to it.

My best bet on how to do that is to maintain your lucidity in this "dream" (i.e., persist)!

Because in a sense, Consciousness is like one big, eternal, ever-shifting Dream. Your CR is like your primary dream. If anything, it's your CR "dreams" that reveal the truer nature of reality, because they're so wildly creative and imaginative, and often produce instant manifestations of your thoughts, concerns, desires, and so on.

You ever become lucid in a CR dream, realize you can control it, and then lose lucidity because you got too excited or something else within the dream distracted you?

I think that that might be what happens to a lot of us when we "attempt" to shift. We don't persist enough to actually manifest what we want.

If you want to have a lucid dream about kissing your crush, you've got to get lucid and stay lucid, or your dream crush will fizzle away or, idk, turn into a giant frog or something. 🐸😔

You've already done the hard part of gaining lucidity in the first place; that is, you've recognized that your Current Reality is not your Only Reality. You know you can shift to another "dream", now.

Now, maintain your lucidity. Persist. Don't get so distracted by whatever shenanigans are happening in your CR that you forget where your Home is. You're already there. Remember that. Persist in it.

I think a great way to maintain lucidity is to practice manifesting in your CR. Remind yourself constantly that this reality is malleable, that you are lucid enough to control it, and that you can shift "dreams" any time you want if you just decide to.

And as a bonus, your CR will start to be a lot more desirable, itself.

Disclaimer: These are just my thoughts, my way of processing the concepts of shifting and manifestation. The Law of Assumption always applies; if you don't vibe with something I said, you don't have to accept it as true, and thus it won't be true for you.

Also, no, I'm not saying this reality is literally "just a dream" as if it's on the same level as the strange/surreal/"shallow" dreams you have when you fall asleep. Please don't go throwing this reality in the trash because you just want to "wake up from it". I understand that emotion, believe me, but the world we live in here is just as real and valid and important as our DRs. I suggest practicing manifestation to make your CR as inviting as your DRs, and to boost your confidence in your ability to shape your reality.

(And, no, you don't have to master manifestation in your CR before you can go to your DR. I'm just saying if you find yourself frustrated with shifting, maybe redirect your attention to manifesting a more desirable CR for a bit, while maintaining your awareness that you have a Home in your DRs as well.)

Anyone with thoughts on the matter, please feel free to contribute your ideas! 💜 I love reading other people's ways of conceptualizing shifting, manifestation, and the very nature of Reality itself. [Anti shifters DNI.]

[estranha-de-all-star]

I'm suspicious to say this because of course I will talk a lot of the brazilians CCs

But the RP that Pac and Forever are doing is AMAZING

Forever is crazy and happy all the time, but he gets SO mad with things when the pills stops making effect on him (and dude, all the cutscenes his doing in the end of the lives? Like yesterday, when he was "dreaming" and showed that he run after Cucurucho with a chainsaw, and Cucurucho runned away scared of him? And Q!Forever exploding his base and making lots and lots of TNT to explode the Island, which btw he definitely did it successfully and they did a rollback and forced Q!Forever on drugs to stopping him to do it again, because the Federation saw that he can and will do it again to get his son and the other eggs back!) And if you don't se his lives, he keeps in character ALL THE TIME, he rarely breaks character, and when he does is just to talk something with chat or explains something, but it's truly amazing what his doing! He's acting crazy and happy, but he has a few moments of lucidity and try to use it to warn the other on the island before taking the pills again!

His fight with Q!Cellbit, and both started screaming with each other and Q!Cellbit desperately tries to put some sense on Q!Forever head and show him that that thing on the bed is not their son! (Honestly that fight reminded me so much of Joui and Arthur fighting that I just started crying) And when Q!Cellbit just left Q!Forever there and he started singing to Rochas I cried much more.

And Pac? Jesus Christ!

His RP yesterday was so good! Because he is crazy and happy taking the pills, BUT, he is not like Q!Forever, when he doesn't take the pills he gets sad and Q!Forever gets mad!

And we as the voices in his head we tried to make him remember what he has to do! Take the pills and try to find and antidote!

But his moments os lucidity are very subtle, when he was lucid he started talking very fast and analyzing what was the medicine the Federation did and how it affected him and Q!Forever and how he could make a antidote. He talked to Q!Fit and Q!Tubbo and said a lot of thing he wasn't supposed to, even showed Q!Fit (and latter to Q!Foolish) the bottle of the medicine, and answered things to them!

But I think the moment that was really amazing and made me really emotional was when he was doubting himself saying that he couldn't make a antidote, and he didn't want to read the book his past self write to him, but he read it. And he remembered why he was doing it, and even if he was afraid of what could happen, he taked one of the pills and leave it to Q!Cellbit on his Castle and leaves.

That was so amazing and I was crying so much! Because even doubting himself (probably because of the pills or something that the Federation said to make him believe that he couldn't find a antidote) and him leaving and saying that it was in the hands of Q!Cellbit? Because he trust his friend very much? (Btw is really good how Pac did his character still be cautious and afraid of Q!Cellbit and making him angry because of their past, he has traumas and even if he knows Q!Cellbit changed for good, he is still afraid (Q!Cellbit knows it too and respects and reassures him he doesn't want to be that person ever again, but he understands that Q!Pac is afraid of that and is always calm and never raises his voice at him, even when Q!Pac accidentally send a private message to Q!Forever instead of Q!Cellbit, he helped Q!Pac and reassures him it was fine!)

And man, Q!Pac character is amazing and many ways, but him knowing he couldn't say anything about the pills and still find ways to show others that something is wrong? Leaving one of the bottles for Q!Cellbit to try to help him to find a antidote?? And in the few moments of lucidity he talking fast and trying to explain to Q!Fit and Q!Tubbo what the pills do to him and Q!Forever?? (Do you know how hard it is to organize in your mind what you want to say in your second language and talks fast all what you're think because you don't have much time?)

Honestly Forever and Pac RPs are absolutely amazing and gave me chills and made me emotional and different ways: Forever makes me kind afraid and scared of how he is and how he is acting to his friends, pointing guns and threatening them because of the clock sound his hearing in his head.

Pac, in another way, makes me worried and sad because his doubting himself so much, even saying to Q!Tubbo and Q!Fit he the weakest of the Favela Five, when this is not true (My man robbed a police guard IN PRISON, he is the one who gives troubles to the Federation without trying, he is the one who tricked the King ot Alcatraz (who is now one of his closest friend... Sure, the guy ate his leg, but this is in the past now!)

Honestly they are amazing, and their RP is really really good!

P.s.: I'm don't know how Q!Cellbit is going to react to the news today, but I just know to be prepared to his RP because knowing this son of a bitch I will cry really hard to the point I will be sobbing (years of Ordem Paranormal prepared me to be aware of this)

Anyways! Love my brazilians CC! I'm very proud of them and very happy that people of other countries are as amazed as me with their RP!!!

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Chapter Six

Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Y/N Burgess is the granddaughter of Alex and Paul, and after having spent so many summers at their manor and always wondering why she was forbidden from entering the basement, she descends the steps into the world of the Order. She broke out the being that had been trapped in that glass cage, but what does he want with her now that he is free?

Warnings: Language, Reader Getting Mad At Candy Crush, Reader Scolds Dream in the Mirror.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!GranddaughterReader, based on Netflix’s ‘The Sandman’, Reader now has long-ish hair for plot reasons (Just so Morpheus can tug on it later).

Word Count: ~2.1k

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Sitting at the archive table, you stared off into space. Paper marks were still fresh on your face from where you had fallen asleep on the folders and articles you had gotten out. You were in partial shock. In your quest to understand and learn more about what was going on with Fawny Rig, you had entirely forgotten about what had been the reason for your departure from Fawny Rig and ultimately, occasional institutionalizations. You dropped your face into your hands and softly groaned.

“My family is fuckin’ nuts,” You whispered into your hands, pushing your fingers through your hair. Roderick’s Order was one hundred percent real and he most definitely messed with something he shouldn’t have. Perhaps you had gotten your crazies from him, because it wasn’t normal to have such lucid dreams. You were sure of that. Well, you were sure that what you were seeing wasn’t normal, but you weren’t sure what was real and what was fake anymore. Not when your dreams felt so real. You added one last comment to yourself.  “…myself included.”

You wiped at your eyes, trying to get rid of the remaining tears that had leaked from your lashes. That wasn’t the worst thing to happen to you and you needed to get a grip on yourself before returning to Fawny Rig. It was frustrating, you had come here looking for answers to a host of question. What you ended up with was only more unanswered questions. You carefully started packing away the files you had pulled out and closed the bin. You returned it to the spot you had pulled it from and began making your way out of the archives.

While you walked, you pulled out your phone and checked your messages. Your eyebrows went up. It was nearly five o’clock… you knew you had spent a good chunk of time reading, but how long had you been asleep? That didn’t matter, you had about a dozen or so calls and text messages from Paul, all fraught with worry. Sitting on a bench outside the archives, you rang up Paul’s number and listened to it ring. He picked up after the second ring.

“Y/N, I’ve been trying to get in contact with you all day!” Paul rushed out in a scolding tone. “Herman said you’d gone out but we’ve haven’t heard a word from you since!?”

“Sorry, grandpapa, I decided to go to the local archives and lost track of time.” You told him, rubbing your chin. “I fell asleep at the desk. I didn’t intentionally stay out the entire day, okay?”

“You fell asleep? Are you getting enough sleep at night, darling? It’s not like you to nap let alone fall asleep doing research.” Always the worrywart, but you suppose that’s why Paul was your favorite. He was always so caring and supportive. At least supportive in everything save for whatever he and Alex were hiding from you of course.

“I know, I just think I’m not having quality sleep. I’ve got a lot on my mind as of late. I’m sure I’ll sleep better soon.” You said, trying to reassure him. Paul wasn’t convinced and went into protective mode.

“Well you better, Y/N, or I’m sending you back to Manchester. The move be damned, I’ll not stand to have anything happen to you, I won’t have it!”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me grandpapa, promise, I just need a good nights rest for once.” You chided him. “I’ll be on my way to Fawny Rig shortly, I’m quite tired and I think I’d do well to turn in early tonight.”

“Very well, I’ll inform Alex that you’re on your way home, I will see you at dinner tonight.” Code word for get your arse home before you worry us anymore.

“Of course, I love you.”

“And I love you, darling, See you soon.” Ending the call, you ordered a taxi to pick you up. Opening the candy crush app while you waited for your ride, you did a few tries at your latest level, getting irritated that no matter how many times you tried to pass the level, you still felt short on popping all of the little sodas. It was ridiculous at how mad this menial game made you, but you were determined to pass the level. “Oh come on,” You failed the level, again. Dropping your head back, you counted to ten in your head while staring at the sky. You fiddled with your phone until your cab arrived, and on your way back to Fawny Rig, you texted Jemima, wondering what she was up to this night.

Apparently she was heading out to a club, and you received an ample amount of pictures of her dressed in various outfits. She wanted to know what looked best on her for the night, and if her favorite dress was starting to make her look on the chubby side. You sighed and quickly text back telling her that what she wanted to know, wasn’t a question you were going to answer… which made her mad because she wanted you to be honest with her. So you gave in and told her that it was starting to show the less than flattering parts of her body and perhaps it was time to find a new favorite dress. She sent you a picture of her pouting in response. You snickered and liked her photo, making sure to save it to your phone.

You were still texting Jemima even as you walked into the manor and slipped your shoes off. Herman eyed you as you scurried for the dining room and you gave him a look, daring him to speak about your extended absence from the manor. Entering the dining room, you saw that both Paul and Alex were already seated. At least they hadn’t started eating yet.

“Sorry I’m late.” You spoke, stuffing your phone into your jean pocket. “I got caught up in research and then fell asleep.” Alex eyed you as Paul gave you a dirty look, his mustache twitching like he wanted to further scold you, but he held his tongue. You smiled pleasantly, taking the silent win on that conversation. Paul then scowled slightly at you to which you promptly ignored and proceeded to kiss both his and Alex’s cheeks before taking your seat. Dinner went by at an almost painfully slow pace, the atmosphere tense. Even Herman could tell that there was something going on between the three of you. Thankfully the man never spoke a word about it.

You didn’t even bother staying for dessert. You hadn’t been lying to Paul when you told him you felt tired, even after napping in the archives. Walking across the manor, you came upon the hallway with the door to the basement and paused. Two people were standing outside the door, talking.

“Well I don’t know, depends if they show up for their shift.” The woman huffed, tapping her thigh with a book. “None of my business if they don’t show up, I’m not paid to care, just to watch.”

“Hm, I’ve got three weeks until Corfu, then I can kiss that dungeon goodbye,” The man sighed. “I’ll be stinking of suntan lotion but at least I’ll be on the beach, far, far away from this place.”

You paused in step, your curiosity piquing. Both seemed to notice your presence when you paused in step. They gave you a polite nod.

“Evening, mum,” They both spoke. You gave them a polite smile before glancing at the door.

“Good evening,” You greeted warmly, your eyes trailing on the heavy wooden door. “It’s not too damp down there, is it? I can’t imagine your job is all too riveting and I’d hate to know that you have to sit in a dingy basement all day…”

“Oh don’t bother yourself over it, mum,” The woman spoke, her hand rising to wave your words off. “It’s an easy job we’re happy to sit through.”

You gave her a nod.

“Well, do tell me if you need anything.” You told her. “I can’t imagine you have much to do guarding a basement…Still an odd concept to me, I’ve always wondered what was down there…”

“You don’t know?” The woman asked, complete confusion on her face. You shook your head with a wry smile.

“Oh no, never even been down there. I’ve been coming to Fawny Rig since I was in diapers, I was always told to never go into the basement and never had the urge to… so no. I’ve never been down there. Not entirely sure I want to at this point in my life.” You explained before giving the locked door a wary look. The man shook his head.

“You ain’t missing much, mum, just a damp basement. Nothin’ to interesting down ‘ere.”

“Save for em’.” Your eyebrow went up at her words and you wondered what she meant. The man was quickly explaining for her.

“Ernie means what were guarding, that is… nothin’ special about that.”  He shrugged. Your eyes glossed over both of their bodies. They were now uncomfortable with the topic. Might as well drop it, you didn’t want to harass them about it when they felt so uncomfortable. They probably did have clauses in their contracts about who they were allowed to talk to regarding what they oversaw.

“Not to worry, I’ve always had a foreboding feel looking at that door. I still don’t want to go down there.… but never mind that… good night.”

“Have a good night, mum,” They both echoed as you continued your way down the hall. Working hard to not look over your shoulder and stare at the ominous door that seemed to hold so many mysteries, you jogged your way up the servants stairs. Entering your room, you stripped yourself from your clothes, eager to get into the shower and wash away your worries for however long that would last. Divided between taking a lovely bath in the beautiful claw foot tub and just a quick shower, you ultimately decided to simply have a quick shower and get yourself into bed.

Turning the shower on, you let the water stream over your palm until you were satisfied with the water temperature. Stepping into the shower, you stood underneath the shower of water for a minute or two, enjoying the way the heat eased the tension in your muscles. Letting out a sigh, you rubbed your right shoulder, specifically in the place that ached from hunching over a multitude of articles earlier today. You were really going to have to sit down with Paul and ensure that you have the conversation that you need to. Your grandfathers couldn’t avoid it forever and after over two decades, you think it’s time you were told whatever it is they had been hiding. You finished your shower quickly and wrung out the water from your hair before wrapping a fluffy towel around your body.

The bathroom was steamy as you stepped up to the bathroom counter and ran your fingers through your hair once more. The mirror was clouded over from condensation and you couldn’t see your reflection. Perhaps that was for the best at the moment, your reflection had been playing tricks on you for weeks. Opening a drawer, you rooted around it for a hair brush to somewhat tame your wet mane. You found one and ran it over your damp strands until they were neat enough to fix it to how you liked it when you slept. Readjusting the towel tucked at your shoulder, you reached forwards and wiped the condensation from the mirror. Your hand made one swipe before pausing.

He was back. Again. Staring back at you. While you were in a towel. Naked. Naturally. Was there any place he wouldn’t appear?

“This is an all time low,” You murmured to yourself, brushing the rest of the condensation away. “Even for you.”

You glared at the reflection, putting your hands on your hips to address the reflection sternly.

“I’m going to find out what you are, I can promise you that.” You spoke, your fingers curling against the towel. “This isn’t normal. One doesn’t just see some random man in their reflection! Especially one that she sees in her dreams.” You huffed out and crossed your arms. “Though you did pull me from that ocean nightmare so thank you I suppose? I’d really like to know what that place is… Can I please just have a night where I don’t have a lucid dream? I’m tired, grumpy, and need a peaceful night.” You paused for a thoughtful moment. “And the fact that I’m talking to a mirror is evidence of that, good night.”

You marched yourself out of the bathroom, not looking twice to see if he was still staring back at you. Changing into some comfortable sleepwear, you crawled into bed and flopped on your side, hoping that for once, you could have a peaceful nights rest. 

Date Published: 9/2/22

Last Edit: 5/29/23

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[TL] BIOHAZARD/Chapter 7

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Time: A little over an hour later

Location: In the underground livehouse in the shopping district by Yumenosaki

Kaoru: Welcome in~♪

Koga: ...

Kaoru: Oh? It’s a regular.

Back already? You know, I shouldn’t say this as an employee, but if you keep coming to dodgy places like this, your parents will start to worry~.

Well, whatever. It’s your decision, just don’t sue us when something bad happens, ‘kay?

Koga: Shut up, stop talkin’ t’me like we’re friends. You’re just an employee.

Keito: Do you know Hakaze, Oogami?

Koga: Hakaze? No, don’t know him. You two friends or somethin’?

Keito: No, but we are in the same class. He’s a notorious slacker, and everytime I see him I end up lecturing him about the importance of coming to school.

Kaoru: Ugh, glasses guy’s here too.

Keito: That’s not my name.

Kaoru: Sooorryyyy~, I have a policy of not remembering the name of guys since I’m not interested in them ♪

Anyway… I thought you had a unique face but hmm– oh yeah, you guys were on stage the other day.

You’re friends with Sakuma-san. That’s why you were told to come out here, right?

Keito: …I wouldn’t say we’re friends.

Koga: Huh~? We’re friends on paper, ‘cos we’re a part of Deadmanz~♪

Koga: Grraaaa! I’m pissed~!

There’s so much goin’ on but I can’t even open my own mouth t’speak~! I’m gonna lose it!

Kaoru: O-Oiii~ Koga-kun? Hm, you probably can’t hear me, can you?

Koga: ? Was that, is that you Hakaze-senpai? Where are you?

Kaoru: I’m right here in front of you… Wait, Koga-kun, is that your voice?

Koga: Who else would it be.

Kaoru: Fufu. There’s quite a lot of people here, so why don’t we go talk in the back?

This time, the client is me or more like, this livehouse I work in.

Do you think you guys could help me out with something—

Koga: Oi! So you actually can’t hear me? You’re just gonna ignore me ‘n keep talkin’!?

Kaoru: ...Ohhh~, so that’s what’s happening.

Koga-kun, Koga-kun. Calm down. I think I get it now.

Koga: Huh?

Kaoru: I think that maybe… we’re in some ghost-like state.

Koga: We’re ghosts? But I don’t remember dyin’— Ohhh, not like that?

Kaoru: Mhm. You act like a moron that doesn’t think about anything, but you’re surprisingly quick to catch on, Koga-kun.

Koga: ’Cos I’m always surrounded by people I don’t get. I’ve been able t’train my brain to understand ‘em.

Kaoru: I see, that makes sense ♪

Koga: So we’re dreaming like this ‘cos of the experiment.

In my dream, it was about the past. I’ve somehow been able t’stay semi-conscious.

Kaoru: That’s called lucid dreaming. On top of that, it seems we’re able to still talk to each other.

We can’t interfere with these dreams, but we can still talk from the sidelines.

Like I said earlier, we’ve been ‘turned into ghosts’.

Koga: Hn, that’s a pretty easy explanation to understand.

Ghosts ‘n dead people can’t interfere with reality.

We’ve actually become ‘deadmanz’. Ironic, ain’t it?

Kaoru: This is such a weird experience that I’m starting to enjoy myself.

Koga: Damn, you’re bein’ so positive, happy bastard.

Kaoru: You only live once, so I might as well have a little fun ♪

Well, I can’t say for sure if this’ll be any actual fun yet but…

Hey, Koga-kun. Am I misremembering?

At this time I wasn’t really interested in much so I took a step back, so that might be why I don’t remember a lot about this?

Koga: Huuh? Whaddya mean?

Kaoru: We’re supposed to be reminiscing on the past, right?...Unless I’m remembering wrong, I don’t recall anything like this happening.

I mean, this is basically how it went but, there’s things here that didn’t.

Koga: Huh? But this is what happened. I went t’the livehouse with Hasumi-senpai and–

Ah, you’re right. I don’t feel like I met you then.

I found out you was the manager of the livehouse later on–

Kaoru: Uhuh. They're only small, but there’s a lot of disparities.

Hm, I wonder what they’re trying to show us…?

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It felt like a police interrogation. The dining room chandelier was suddenly too bright, the wooden chair suddenly uncomfortable, and his brother's glances from across the table made Jack increasingly sweaty. That or it was too hot for the long sleeve he usually wore under his graphic tees. It also didn't help that Sung, who kept insisting he'd had everything under control, wouldn't stop frantically rambling. 

"How was I supposed to know he would be up this early? I've used that window countless times and no one is ever there! I mean, you never wake up until well after the sun has risen! And come on, it's DOCTOR Sung! How could he get that wrong? How do you think he found out? Aren't you going to answer me?"

Jack couldn't answer him. He was the only one who could hear Sung's annoying voice, and he wasn't about to look more insane than he did that morning. 

"Well," An exaggerated pause solidifying his annoyance. "I guess I'll just go fuck myself then!" 

Slightly less nervous than before Jack began the conversation. 

"How did you know?"

"Well, I started getting suspicious when you kept calling me Stone for some reason." How long had Sung been doing that? Come to think of it he'd never said his brother's name correctly. He seriously wondered if it was by choice.

"Yeah, he can't pronounce anything right." As he rolled his eyes he could feel Sung getting offended. He couldn't help but laugh. 

"And I was convinced when I saw you in that spandex while you were gone for days."

Jack's heart practically jumped into his throat. "Days?" 

"Yep. You were gone all weekend."

It only felt like a night. How had a whole weekend passed? He put his head in his hands trying to comprehend how much trouble he'd be in. He couldn't even imagine how worried his parents were. 

"Can I explain myself before you turn me in to mom and dad?" 

Stan quietly exhaled what sounded like a laugh. "Sure." 

"All this bullshit started when I left Andy's party. While I was walking home I saw this huge shooting star and I decided to follow it."

"Why did you follow it?"

"I thought it was cool, I guess." 

"Alright then, continue." He shrugged.

Retelling all of this felt like trying to remember a lucid dream. A dream he'd just made sense of himself. 

"Turns out it wasn't a shooting star, it was actually a spaceship," Thinking back to that moment, knowing everything he'd learned since, it put a lot of what happened into context. "And I think when I walked up to it and Sung opened the door he took control of the vessel for the first time, which caused me to black out."

Stan paused, trying to figure out what that could've meant. "You lost me, pal."

"Oh shit, sorry. I'm just trying to find a way to phrase what happened next that doesn't sound bad." 

"It sounds like you got possessed." 

"See that's what I didn't want to say." Jack had gotten used to referring to his body as 'the vessel', but possession still sounded super creepy. 

"So, what happened next?" 

"After a couple nights of weird dreams I woke up wearing that costume." He felt Sung's usual irritation when people called it a costume. 'It's obviously armor. Very tough, very cool, very tall armor.' He would say. 

"That's when I decided to tell you about it." 

"Oh yeah, I was worried about you, man." Stan patted his little brother on the shoulder.  "I'm not looking to judge, I just want to know what the hell happend." 

"Fair enough." Jack sighed. 

"I think that night was the first time you called me Stone." 

It was, and it was confusing to Stan at first. He thought his brother had already gone to bed until he heard repetitive knocking on his bedroom door. 

"Hey, ...bro!" The words sounded unsure, like it was the first time he'd said the word 'bro'. "Where are the pages of genius I gave you? I- I want them back for some reason." 

Stan assumed he was being sarcastic about the genius comment, so he laughed off the other strange things. 

"Sure, pal. I'll drop off your genius musical endeavor in the morning." He replied half asleep.

"Thank you, brother Stone!"

'Holy shit, could Sung have been more obvious?' Jack thought. 

"I thought you were trying something new," he chuckled "I didn't think too hard about it." 

"That's one way to put it." 

"I didn't believe the alien thing until there was that whole parking lot alien fight. I knew you wouldn'tve been interested if you didn't believe it." 

"I still have no idea what that was about." Jack whispered to himself. "Anyway, my personality started to fuse with his and I started going crazy." Thinking back to his extroverted outbursts made him facepalm, he must've looked like a total freak. 

"More than just your personality went nuts, man. You carried your entire drum kit to the van in one go! That's pretty damn cool." 

"Thanks, I guess." He shrugged. "He's the reason I missed the concert. All day I kept blacking out and having super intense flashbacks, I was fucking phasing out of my skin or something." 

Stan knew what he was referring to. His brother was especially anxious during the soundcheck, playing faster and faster, fervently shaking with either terror or excitement, then a sudden stop. He saw Jack frantically wiping beads of sweat dripping down his face as his drumsticks hit the ground. It was the most scared he'd been for his brother in a long time. 

"Then, I blacked out and woke up at home. I felt so bad about it he confessed right then and there."

"The alien?" 

"Yup. I'll spare you the monologue I got from him and say he can't be on Earth because of the atmosphere, so he's been using me as a host because we look similar, and his name is Doctor Sung,"

"Doctor? What is he a doctor of?" 

He paused, realizing he'd never thought to ask that before. He'd wondered if the lion commander was legit before he asked the being he was literally sharing a body with. 

"Good question. What are you a doctor of?"

Stan watched as his brother went silent, waiting for an answer from the alien. 

"Dude, that's not an answer." 

More silence.

"I never told you to go fuck yourself. I just didn't wanna talk to you in front of my brother but he had a question so..."

More silence. 

"Whatever, man. I'll tell him that." He looked back at an extremely confused Stan. "He said he's a doctor of vibes and high kicks and it's very nice to see you again." 

"Oh, tell him it's nice to see him again too. You guys totally rocked the other night." Stan's doubts and fears about his brother's alien possessor slowly dissipated as he watched the conversation unfold. From what he'd seen this guy was just as much of a dork as Jack. 

"Wait, the other night? What other night?" 

"The first night you didn't come home. How often does this guy make you forget stuff?"

"All the fucking time. So even what happened?"

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It had been hours since Jack had left the house. He said was going on a walk and he was never out by himself for longer than half an hour. Stan didn't think there was anything to worry about at first, but now he was searching the streets for his little brother like his life depended on it. He checked all the likely spots; the gas station, the comic book store, the dog park, the community college he went to, his band mate's houses, the various music shops they would browse, and still he had nothing. He wasn't even answering his phone calls. The possibility that Jack was hurt or worse was too terrifying to genuinely consider, so he kept looking. While walking near a street corner SeX-rays considered busking on he heard a faint drum solo, followed by the sound of his brother laughing. He raced toward the source of the music, relief washing over him. Jack was okay, he was okay and alive and laughing! Stan's worst fears faded to the back of his mind as he got to the scene, and as luck would have it there was his little brother, playing a keytar and laughing with a cone on his head. It was a strange sight up to be sure, four costumed weirdos playing eighties music slightly too loud at ten o clock at night. They looked similar to the descriptions of the alien sightings, a tall man with a lion's head, a black and white robot with glowing red eyes, and a short, caped man wearing a traffic cone. He'd already accepted that they were actual aliens, his main concern was what they wanted with Jack. While they set up for the next song Stan approached the cone man. 

"Stone! I'm slightly worried and mostly ecstatic that you're here!" He was practically vibrating with excitement.

"Jack, I've been worried sick! I haven't seen or heard from you for hours! Where have you been?" 

His smile faded as he pulled Stan away from the band to talk more privately. 

"I assure you I am perfectly safe and I'm truly sorry for making you worry." His words had a genuine empathetic tone to them, as if he felt exactly what Stan was feeling. "I was afraid of what you'd think if you knew about this." 

"What I'd think about what exactly?"

"All of this, I suppose. Performing while dressed as strange as this is extremely unlike me. I was afraid you'd be as embarrassed of me as I was." 

"Why?"

"I have no clue, you're a very kind person. I don't know why I was so scared." 

They both laughed as one of the band mates, the only one Stan didn't recognize, gestured for Jack to get back in front of the microphone. Before he left Stan gave him a tight hug, it seemed to confuse his brother more than anything. 

"I'm just happy you're safe, Jack."

"Splendid." He said, sounding unsure of how to respond. "And it's Doctor Sung when I look like this." 

"Ooh, kickass stage name, brah! I'll let you do your thing." 

Stan ended up staying for the entire set, or more accurately until the cops came by to shut them down. It was amazing to watch him play. His little brother, who usually couldn't step in front of a microphone without stuttering or biting his nails, was dancing and playing without a care. Maybe it was the silliness of it all that got him to come out of his shell. Whatever it was he looked happier than he ever did behind a drum set, and Stan couldn'tve been prouder.

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"And afterwards you said you were going back with the band so I headed home and told mom and dad you were staying with some new friends from school." 

Jack stared in total shock, attempting to comprehend everything he'd just heard. Sung spilled his guts, guts that weren't his to spill, without him even remembering. To be fair Jack probably never would've said any of that on his own, even though he'd been meaning to. Sharing a body with someone who could perfectly articulate emotions was kind of a nightmare. A very helpful nightmare, but a nightmare nonetheless. 

"Yeah, that sounds about right." He said standing up and pushing in his chair. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go to my room, lie down and never move." 

"Alright." Stan stood and hugged his brother's shoulders. "Love ya, brother." 

"Later, dude." 

As he walked away Stan heard him murmur "Now I'm telling you to go fuck yourself." 

Silence

"I'm being sarcastic, I think."

[vickyvicarious]

Someone suggested that the Count spiked the brandy before he drove into circles

Hm... while I can definitely see how you'd get there (it would especially be a nice parallel to the mysteriously drugged maids in Mrs. Westenra's house later), I'm going to have to disagree. At least, on spiked brandy being the cause of any of Jonathan's confusion about what he saw/whether he was asleep or awake.

"The night is chill, mein Herr, and my master the Count bade me take all care of you. There is a flask of slivovitz (the plum brandy of the country) underneath the seat, if you should require it." I did not take any, but it was a comfort to know it was there all the same. I felt a little strangely, and not a little frightened.

Jonathan didn't drink the brandy. Even if it were spiked, he didn't drink it. He makes a point to tell us this, just like he starts the entry by being very particular that he did not 'dine too well' (AKA get drunk at dinner) before the coach ride:

There are many odd things to put down, and, lest who reads them may fancy that I dined too well before I left Bistritz, let me put down my dinner exactly. I dined on what they called "robber steak"—bits of bacon, onion, and beef, seasoned with red pepper, and strung on sticks and roasted over the fire, in the simple style of the London cat's meat! The wine was Golden Mediasch, which produces a queer sting on the tongue, which is, however, not disagreeable. I had only a couple of glasses of this, and nothing else.

Jonathan had a couple of glasses of the wine at the inn, and then two glasses of "old Tokay" with his meal at the castle. Those were hours and hours apart, the latter after his creepy calèche ride in any case, and the meal in Bistritz clearly didn't get him drunk because he was fine and lucid in the coach with all the other locals for hours before meeting Dracula. Jonathan is very clear about all that he ate and drank today, precisely because he knows his experiences were weird and seemed somewhat inexplicable. He is asserting, or at least trying to assert: 'no, I wasn't drunk, this really happened, I know it doesn't make sense but it really - well, I think it happened like that. I suppose some parts might have been a dream, they did kind of seem that way...'

Jonathan's journal is already, even at this early point, becoming a place to record his experiences before his own logic makes him doubt them. And already, he's running into issues believing his own memories, because the pale fire shining through his driver's body? That odd encounter with the wolves? The way time seemed almost to warp and he couldn't be sure how many times they had passed by the same spot - despite being sure they were passing by the same spot - not to mention how he didn't notice the castle until they were right upon it... None of that makes sense, maybe he was dreaming. Yes, he must have been dreaming.

This sort of unreality is a big theme, and it crops up a lot for Jonathan especially during (and for a while after) his stay in Castle Dracula. He doesn't even begin to truly recover until he gets outside validation that those things really did happen, he wasn't crazy. It's a big deal for Jonathan, and every other time, his actual experiences (while real) aren't anything as mundane as drugged brandy. I stand by saying that a major aspect of the horror of Jonathan's time in the castle stems from abusive power dynamics that don't even need to have a supernatural element to them, but the times when his memory seems to get fuzzy are pretty much always down to vampiric causes.

And speaking of, something else that is a big theme? Dracula's influence on sleep. I've been commenting about it already, but it only continues and ramps up from here on out. There's a vulnerability associated with sleep, one linked in some way to vampires' hypnotic abilities. And we do see later with Jonathan (when watching the vampire ladies swirling in dust) that it can be possible to fight your way out when you're in the process of 'going under,' so long as you realize what's going on.

I personally believe much more that Dracula was exerting some kind of magical influence on Jonathan to put him in a sort of trance, at least part of the time. This would do a couple of things.

Ensure he doesn't know the way to the castle, and thus the way back to Bistritz if he ever got an opportunity to leave. (This actually would tie in really well to how Mina eventually seems to magically just know how to get there later when vampirizing, whereas van Helsing who had read the same journal she had and we just did today, did not. It also is a neat match for Castle Dracula not being on any maps, and vampires in general not casting shadows/showing in mirrors/being able to be depicted in any clear way. Also a fun contrast to how important knowing his addresses in London/having a paper trail to follow becomes later.)

Test his own influence on Jonathan fairly early on. Perhaps the fact that Jonathan managed to stay even partially awake despite the long trip of driving in circles points to him resisting Dracula, which would tie in well with later hypnotic attempts tending to only come when he is already asleep (or nearly asleep/exhausted) on his own. Perhaps the fact that he's just been loaded down with a crucifix and a bunch of other anti-vampire gifts has something to do with this.

Add extra layers of deliberate irony and creepiness to him wishing Jonathan to have good dreams later that night.

What I could see is maybe a combination of both. The brandy was drugged (perhaps meant as a catalyst to make it easier to affect him) and Dracula was trying to influence Jonathan's mind via magical means. But since Jonathan didn't drink the brandy (and had other protections) he was less vulnerable and thus stayed as awake as he did. They were also driving around all night until dawn, so it wouldn't be beyond belief for Jonathan to naturally start to drift off a few times, especially with magical encouragement, even if he was scared and trying to stay alert.

Perhaps the original plan was for him to be completely knocked out on the way to the castle and not even see the flames. After all, if we go with the story that those flames mark locations of buried treasure, which Dracula was collecting to add to his hoard, or at least marking to gather later, then he may not have wanted Jonathan to witness that.

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Joining The Superfriends - 22

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Lena settles back into her recliner and hugs Teddy Eddie to her chest, wrapping her arms around him and pushing her nose into his fur.

She closes her eyes and tilts her head back after a moment, basking in the peaceful quiet of her safe space. Today has been more than hectic with everything that happened with Nia and she can scarcely believe that she actually travelled into another person’s dreams, it’s truly insane to think about. It’s not something she’s ever going to willingly try again though, despite it happening in the dream, her boob still hurts a little from where Nia tossed a candle at it. I suppose it just lets her know that the stories are true, get hurt in a dream and you get hurt in real life, or worse, if you die in a dream, you die in real life too.

It's a lot to take in so having this time now, in the space that is her own and nobody else’s, it’s everything. This is something she’s never had before and it’s everything she’s always wished for but until recently, never dared to believe she could have, until she got it that is.

Her life has reached a strange point, one in which everything is simultaneously amazing and absolutely terrible at the same time, her mind drifting between being just content and full of crazed panic. It’s a wonder she’s able to get any sleep at night at all with the way she’s constantly flipping between the two.

She’s away from her family, that’s a major plus. She’s got a place of her own, and she’s very much on her way to having a girlfriend. Not only that, but the girlfriend in question is a complete and utter goddess, Supergirl herself. Lex would have a heart attack if he ever found out.

Lex, ugh.

He’s the main cause of all of the bad things in her life, even now when she doesn’t have anything to do with him. Especially now. She just can’t escape his disgusting clutches, he’s determined to force his way into her life again and is willing to do whatever it takes to do that, to kill whoever it takes to do that. That’s the scariest part.

On top of that, she’s pretty darn certain that Nia’s reoccurring dream that made her so tired her brain literally forced her into a lucid coma has something to do with him. He’s the one person on this planet that Lena is certain would destroy the entire world with every person on it just to enact his revenge against one person. Or in this case, probably a couple, she’s become his target just as much as Superman ever was and while it does stroke her ego a little to be grouped with a Kryptonian, it’s mostly just scary.

Just thinking about it makes her nervous and her fingers start raking down through the soft fur of the bear she’s become really emotionally attached to since Kara gave him to her. He reminds her of the bear she had as a child, the one her birth mother gave to her before she died, the one her adopted mother, Lillian, got rid of the day she turned seven because she was ‘too old for something so childish’. Thinking of that bear still makes her heart break just as much as it did that day and it makes her want to curl up and cry the way her seven-year-old-self did. She didn’t sleep properly for weeks without that bear to keep her company, her old reprieve from the life she was thrust into was stolen and it was a lot for a child to handle.

She moves him away from her chest so she can look at his little furry face. He’s cute and just knowing that he belonged to Kara first, that he provided her comfort in the way she’s getting now, it makes connects them in one more way and Lena loves any connection she can get with her.

Alex once mentioned that even she took a turn with Teddy Eddie and that makes her feel better too. Alex is so brave and strong that it’s easy to forget that someone like her might not be feeling as brave or as strong on the inside and she can see why Alex might have needed him too. It makes her feel less weak to be so fond of a silly little stuffed bear.

She tucks him under her arm and lets her eyes fall over her apartment, her space, her sanctuary. She loves every corner of this place. There are not many corners and not a whole lot of space between them either but it’s her home. She told Sam that she’s going to find a new place to move to once her lease is up and she really is going to do that but she’s going to enjoy every last second she can in this place while she has the chance to. This place has served her well and it would be a crime to let that go unappreciated.

It’s not just the apartment that has served her well though either. It’s the people that helped her build this space for herself that have served her well. Alex gifted her the furniture, Kara, the things that have helped make this place a home, specifically the painting she’s always enamoured by and spends at least ten minutes staring at before going to sleep each night, fascinated by the colours and the brushstrokes that show the story of Kara’s life behind them, and the little teddy bear that keeps her company. They have quickly become the things she treasures most, and she dreads the day she crosses paths with someone who needs the bear more than her because she won’t be able to say no to passing him on to do his duty in making the world a better place with his hugs.

If there’s one thing she’s learning though, it’s to drink in every good moment she can and commit them to memory because they are what will keep her warm at night, although if the night with Kara tells her anything, Kara is very good at making sure she doesn’t get cold, that woman is basically a walking space heater.

Her phone starts ringing and it actually makes her jump since she’s so in her head about reviewing everything going on in her life at present. She sees who the caller is and answers while praying the phone call is going to be short. She loves Sam but she’s far too tired for an hour-long call, the kind Sam likes best.

“Good evening, Samantha.”

“Do you have to be so weird?” Is Sam’s response, huffy and tired.

Lena’s lips quirk up at being able to be the one to annoy Sam for once. “Yes, I thought you’d appreciate it.”

“I would on any other day than today.”

“Why’s that? What’s happening?” Lena leans forward in her recliner, suddenly worried about her friend. It’s not normal for Sam to be anything other than happy and bright, or at least pretending to be so the fact that she’s being openly upset is troubling.

There’s a series of sighs coming from down the line as Sam tries her best to find the right words. “Luthor Corp is a mess, Lena. It has been since you left really. Without you down in the labs, barely anything gets done and what is done is, quite frankly, terrible. Lex is pissy that he can’t use any of it to do fuck-knows what and he’s been having shady meetings with a bunch of people nobody else knows anything about other than the fact that they have a lot of money.”

“So, what you’re saying is that my brother is probably doing a bunch of super illegal things, which is on brand for him, but he’s now doing it in a way that could affect not only the company but every employee if it gets found out?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I have half a mind to report his shadiness myself and take away whatever bullshit he’s doing by taking away his headquarters of disaster, but he has too many connections and would find out who did it and I can’t risk Ruby in that way.”

“I know you can’t, but it isn’t a bad idea to get him away from Luthor Corp. Let me speak to Brainy tomorrow and see what we can do, alright?”

Sam’s tone clears up almost instantly. “That sounds really good.”

“Don’t expect a super-fast turnaround though, Sammy. We’ve had our own issues here since you left that we have to deal with. All I can say is that something big is coming and we have no idea what it is.”

“That is not helpful for my anxiety.”

“It’s not helpful for mine either but here we are,” Lena says, fingers still raking through the fur of the teddy bear tucked into her.

“Whatever, I have to go anyway, I’m making dinner, I just called to dump my issues on you,” Sam says, the smug annoying tone she usually speaks in back in place.

Lena hears it and snipes back at her. “What else do you ever call me for, you’re a very high-maintenance person, Sam.”

“Rude, I’m never speaking to you again, or at least until tomorrow.”

“Awesome, talk to you later, bye.”

“Bye.”

Lena is pleasantly surprised at the length of the call. She was expecting for it to have lasted way longer than that so she’s pretty happy with how short it was and with the fact that she managed to make Sam feel a little better in the process.

She drops her phone onto the arm of the recliner but doesn’t even have the opportunity to fully stretch her head back to rest against the back of the chair before there’s a pounding on the door. The kind that makes her heart sink because it sounds a hell of a lot like someone is about to try and knock her door down.

Before she can fully register what’s happening, the door opens and a figure comes barrelling in, or more like, stumbling in while almost failing to keep their balance.

“Kara? What are you doing?”

Kara regains her footing and drops several bags onto the counter before going back to shut the door. “You should really lock this, you know?”

“Well, I was going to when I go up again. I forgot to do it when I got home and couldn’t be bothered to get back up right away when I noticed. I wasn’t expecting anyone to come barging in.” Lena’s cheeks are bright red, a little embarrassed that she’s been caught cuddling with a teddy bear, even though Kara gave her the teddy bear.

Kara looks kind of guilty. “I didn’t mean to kick your door, I slipped on your welcome mat and then grabbed the handle to try and get my balance back but it opened and I fell inside. If you tell Alex I’ll have to kill you and nobody will find your body.”

“Oh, the mighty Supergirl can’t even stand up without falling over like a klutz, how can us mere humans ever cope in the shadow of such a powerful being?”

“You’re mean and if you don’t stop bullying me, I won’t share the food I brought over. I thought you might want to have dinner with me but I can see where I’m not wanted.” Kara makes to pick the bags of food back up and head out but Lena calls her bluff, staring her down until she’s beside the door and waiting for Lena to stop her. “You’re extra mean.”

Lena grins as Kara puts the bags down for a second time, not planning on leaving at all. “You don’t seem too upset about that.”

Kara lets out a dramatic sigh that belongs on a soap opera of some kind and looks over her shoulder to send Lena a withering look. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty.”

The words simultaneously make Lena blush and make her want to argue but Kara’s eyes have softened and she’s got a cute little smile across her face that makes Lena want to just get up and kiss her.

So she does.

Lena climbs to her feet, stumbling a little in the process as she hauls her ass off the recliner and ditches Teddy Eddie on the seat. She practically launches herself across the room and grabs Kara by the back of her neck to bring her into a kiss that she most definitely was not expecting. Not that she’s complaining though. Not at all. In fact, Kara greets her movements with a vigour of her own, gripping her around her waist to keep her close and when they part, it’s with a breathless giggle that makes Lena kiss her again.

Kara only lets it go on for a minute and for a second, Lena thinks she’s done something wrong but then Kara whispers the most unsexy things she could have said in the moment.

“The food is going cold.”

“You…” Lena frowns. “Did you just stop us kissing because you’re hungry?”

“Your lips aren’t going to go cold if I wait an hour, the food will.” Kara shrugs, unpacking the bags to reveal a whole load of Thai food. “I even got you something healthy since you’ve been complaining about all of the extra calories I’ve been forcing on you by bringing you take-out all the time.”

Lena really needs Kara to stop being cute because it’s making her want to kiss her again and she can’t do that at the minute because all of a sudden, Kara only has eyes for the food she’s unpacking and wasting no time digging into.

“And…I’ve lost you to the food.”

“Only temporarily, don’t worry. Here, this is for you but I got a few extras in case you want to indulge.” Kara slides over the food she ordered specifically for Lena.

Lena takes it with a hint of a smile. “We both know you ordered the extras for you and are only offering them to get into my good books.”

“I’m always in your good books so that’s pointless.”

Lena moves back to her chair, moving Teddy Eddie onto her pillow so she doesn’t accidentally get any food on him. Kara follows her and perches on the side of the bed, bouncing a little on the mattress as she lands. “That’s awfully presumptuous of you Kara Danvers.”

“I think it’s just a given.” Kara grins.

Lena rolls her eyes and changes the subject from Kara being insufferable. “Whatever you say. Now, have you spoken to Nia since everything happened?”

“Briefly. She’s doing better. She says she’s tired but nowhere near as tired as she was before she was sucked into the lucid dream. I think she’s more worried about what’s going to come at us since her dream was that bad she was forced into a lucid dream to protect her. Something really bad is coming and I’m not exactly thrilled about the prospect of it.”

“Me neither. It’s actually been something that’s been on my mind too. I’m thinking of updating the Tower’s security systems, maybe finding a way to block off the entry points in a pinch because the bugs got inside way too easily before and we had no way to stop them. I think we also need to get our heads in the game with surveillance.”

“I think that sounds very sensible.” Kara’s joking attitude dwindles as the conversation turns more serious. “It’s definitely making me nervous that we have no idea when our lives are going to become a hell of a lot more complicated.”

Lena nods, shovelling her food into her mouth and swallowing her bite before speaking. “Yeah. I hope it waits for me to move places though. It would be a pain to move in the middle of an apocalypse or something.”

Kara’s eyebrows shoot up, her eyes growing wide. “Wait, hold up. So, first of all, please don’t jinx us by saying we’re going to be trapped in an apocalypse and second of all, when are you moving places?”

“Oh yeah, I promised Sam and Jack that I’ll move when my lease is up, they are worried about me living in this area so I agreed if only to not have to listen to them complaining about it.”

“Well, when the time comes, I’ll give you a hand moving your things over and I’m sure Alex won’t mind helping either.” Kara looks quite pleased with the news and it becomes clear to Lena that this is what Kara had been hoping for, that she too is worried about Lena living in this area. She had mentioned it when she first found out about the apartment and was helping her out but hasn’t really mentioned it since so Lena had assumed she had gotten over it but that’s not true, she was simply allowing Lena to make her own decisions.

The freedom that Kara gives her is so refreshing that it makes her yearn for it all the more, to want the independence she’s never had and run with it for as long and as far as she can.

“I appreciate that. I haven’t got much longer left on my lease so I’m going to have to start looking for a place really, really soon. Would you mind giving me a hand with that? You know the city much better than I do and I need somewhere that’s safe enough I don’t hear any complaints but cheap enough my bank account doesn’t cry.”

“Of course, This is so exciting! I know which areas you want to look at already, oh, actually, can you make a list of the things you’re looking for in a place? I want to find you the best place I can.” Kara is grinning at the very thought of it and when Lena looks down, Kara has kicked off her shoes which means she's now displaying her toes as they curl in excitement. Damn, this woman is too cute. She needs to leave her shoes somewhere nobody will trip over them though.

Lena holds her hands up, a chuckle bubbling in her throat. “Woah, woah, slow down there, tiger. I just want something similar to what I have now. I love the cosy size of it and I am perfectly happy with just the bare minimum. I don’t care what it looks like or what facilities are available. Just having a space that is my own is enough for me.”

Kara mirrors Lena’s outstretched hands, ready to debate but making them look like a pair of mimes practising for a show. “I hear you but just because you’re ok with having the bare minimum, that doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve better. Think about it, don’t you want a place with a bathtub so you can have a soak after a long, hard day? Maybe with some bubbles, a glass of wine and a good book?” Kara can see Lena wavering. “You could have a place with enough space for a rug. I love a good rug; don’t you like a rug?”

Lena tilts her head, giving in with a smile that can’t be restrained. “I do like a rug.”

“You don’t need a massive place for those things, you just have to be open to paying a tiny bit extra to treat yourself because you’re special and you deserve it.”

Lena looks down for a moment as she feels her cheeks glow in a faint blush she’s almost embarrassed by. “Maybe I should look over my finances and see what I can spare for rent. Thanks to a certain job, I have a better budget than I had when I got this place.”

Kara finishes up her food while Lena talks. “Ok, you do that and I’ll start looking at what’s up for rent at the minute, let’s go, let’s go, round up the troops.”

Lena doesn’t move, just keeps slowly chewing. “You need to chill. There’s no rush.”

“But I—”

“Kara, I’m not rushing my food to look at finances, that’s boring. I’ll look after I’ve finished eating.” With her words, Kara loses the pouty puppy-dog look she was developing and her expression lightens immensely.

“Wait, you’re going to look?”

“Yes. Now, I think there’s still some of the extras you got on the counter, you forgot to grab them because they were behind the bag.” Lena points over to the counter but before her arm is even properly outstretched, Kara is tripping over her shoes and landing on the floor with a thunk. Lena can’t even react though because, in less time than it took her to fall, Kara is up and standing over the food left on the counter, already digging into it.

Lena opens her mouth to speak but there’s nothing but genuine shock in her system so it takes a moment for her to find words. “That was, well…ok.”

Kara smiles, her cheeks full of food, making her look like an adorable little chipmunk. Lena wants to kiss her again but it’s clear that’s not happening because the second they finish it looks like they are going to be doing some research on apartments. Just what Lena wants to be doing. Not. At least she’s doing it with Kara. That does make things a hell of a lot better.

-

“How do I end up in situations like this?” Lena complains, pinching the bridge of her nose between a thumb and a finger.

Kara shrugs next to her, sheepish. “Sorry.”

“Literally the first place we’re viewing and we get trapped in the elevator. It’s just my luck.”

“I can get us out if you need me to desperately but I don’t really want to give myself away as being an—”

“I get it.” Lena looks over at Kara, who is leaning against the wall opposite her, both keeping the doors to the elevator to one side of them and the mirrored back to their other side. “I’ll just cross this one off the list. This is a terrible first impression and there’s not going to be a second one.”

Kara nods. “I think that’s smart.”

Lena clicks her tongue rhythmically, her eyes darting around the metal death box they’re trapped in. “Do you think it would be passable if you managed to pry the doors open?”

Kara shrugs while pulling her glasses down her nose before using her X-ray vision to take a peek out at what is right outside of the doors. “No can do, buckaroo. We’re between floors.”

“Ugh. So, what now? We just wait and hope someone will eventually answer this garbage alarm button?”

Kara jams her finger onto the button again, nothing visually happens when she does so and no ringing happens either. “I guess so. Someone will find us though, there’s what, fifty units here? Someone will try and use the elevator and figure it’s broken or since we came early, the real estate agent who’s meant to show us around the place will figure it out when we don’t show up.”

“Kara, I’m halfway through arming the new security systems at the Tower, this was only meant to be a quick errand, not an all-day event, I’ve got to finish up the system.” Lena pulls her eyebrows together and rakes her fingers through her loose hair, stressed and a little panicky at the feeling of being so trapped, especially for an undetermined amount of time.

There’s nothing Kara can do except stand there awkwardly and try to come up with a solution that could work but there’s really not much she can do. She wants to make Lena feel better but it’s obvious that the only way she can do that is by getting them out of the situation but she can’t do that since their phones aren’t getting a signal and they haven’t had a response since they pressed the alert button, something they have done around half a dozen times at this point.

Kara leans her head back against the wall and as her eyes fall on the ceiling tiles of the elevator, she formulates a plan. With her x-ray vision, she can see that if they climb out of the top, they can ‘climb’ the beams and she can open the doors onto the level above them. Of course, she’ll actually fly them up there but if anyone questions, they can just say they managed to climb it.

“Hey, I’ve got an idea.” Kara grins and double checks there’s no camera, which there isn’t, thankfully. Then she floats up enough to shift a tile out of the way and make sure their path is clear, which it is.

Keeping the tile to one side, she floats back down and holds her arms out for Lena to step into. “Come on, let’s get you out of here.”

Lena is certainly not about to argue and presses herself into Kara, her arms coming out to wrap around Kara’s neck while Kara’s wrap around her waist before she’s being lifted into the air.

“Are you ok?” Kara asks as they gradually make their way up the elevator shaft.

“I’m good, just please keep going,” Lena replies, her grip on Kara strong enough that if she were to use that much force on a human, they would wake up with bruises the next day.

“Almost there.” Kara hovers beside the doors for a moment before realizing there was a flaw in her plan. She looks around and sees a thin ledge and flies towards it. “I’m going to need you to be super brave for me for a moment, Lena.”

Lena’s eyes are screwed shut so she has no idea what’s happening but she doesn’t like the tone Kara is using. “Why?”

“I need to put you down for a minute on a ledge so I can open the doors. Just keep your eyes shut and lean back into the wall. I’ll be right here if you fall but that won’t happen if you just press back away from the edge.”

Lena is not happy with the words coming out of Kara’s mouth and is not on board with that plan. She opens her eyes to assess what ledge Kara is talking about and she only sets her sights on it for a millisecond before she’s shaking her head dramatically. “Absolutely not.”

“I can’t hold you and get the doors open at the same time. The only other way is for me to let go of you and you hold yourself up on me.”

“Kara, I’m scared, I can’t do it. You know I don’t like heights.” Lena's lips tremble along with every bone in her body, fear coursing through her.

Kara squeezes her tighter for a moment before moving to the ledge, setting Lena’s feet down and holding her so she doesn’t fall. “Just get a feel for it. I’d put you back in the elevator until the doors are open if I could but I can’t risk someone looking down and seeing me flying you back up. Just get a feel for it and close your eyes, push back into the wall.”

Lena does as she’s told, her eyes drifting closed and her weight settling back. There’s just enough space that her feet are completely planted but that doesn’t make her feel much better.

“I’m only a couple of meters away, just stay how you are, you’re doing so good,” Kara reassures her, backing away from her slowly and then rushing to open the door, getting it open after using her x-ray vision once again, this time to check the coast is clear and she isn’t about to open the doors and show herself flying in front of a whole bunch of people.

Since it is clear, she gets the doors open with pretty much no effort and then uses a burst of her super-speed to grab Lena and move her out into the hallway. Lena gasps into her ear with the movement, not registering what is happening for a moment, causing a massive rush of adrenaline because she thought, for a moment, that she was falling to her death.

Safe from their predicament, they end up in a hug, one that grounds the pair of them. For Lena, it provides a safety net, a warmth that proves she’s out of the situation, and for Kara, it’s a finish line. Proof she solved the problem and an end to a few nerve-wracking minutes where she thought she might have accidentally outed her identity.

“That was not fun. Shall we get out of here?”

Lena answers quickly. “Yes, and next time, I’ll make the plans for viewings.”

“I’m not going to fight you on that.” Kara smiles. “Let’s get back to the Tower so you can keep working on that security system.”

“Are you going to stick around for a little while or do you have to get back to the office?” Lena asks, locating the stairwell and beginning her descent.

Kara checks her watch, following close behind her. “Um, I have a little while but I’ll have to go in a bit, I’ve got to go and meet with a guy for an article so I only have just over an hour.”

They have never been so glad as to be out of a building as that one and Lena takes one last look at it before Kara flies them back to remind herself to never go anywhere near it again if she can help it.

She’s not a fan of flying but she had to admit defeat and simply gets Kara to agree to fly slowly because she couldn’t borrow Alex’s car since she’s having a day out with Kelly and Esme. It’s actually not too bad though, not when she closes her eyes and just relaxes into Kara’s strong body as she’s held bridal style.

They land on the balcony of the Tower and Kara’s not surprised when Lena makes her way down the stairs on shaky legs before heading right for the kitchen with only a mumble of, “I need a cup of coffee the size of my head and I need it stronger than any alcohol I’ve ever had before. In fact, maybe I’ll make it an Irish coffee.”

Kara has to keep an eye on her to make sure she’s not about to do any day drinking, at least not when she’s doing security things. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

By the time Lena is sitting back at her desk with her laptop open in front of her, she’s a lot more relaxed and she’s feeling much better, or her legs have stopped shaking at least.

Kara sets herself up at the end of her desk and gets her laptop out too, content to do some research for her article while Lena does her work, happy to be in the same space as her, especially since it’s a space they aren’t trapped in and it’s an actual room instead of an elevator, something that Lena would like to avoid where possible from now on. Lena’s going to have to learn where the stairs are in the Tower just to avoid the elevator but then again, she’s never seen any so she might just have to get J’onn to do a little bit of home improvement.

They work like that for a little while, simply just sitting in silence with the tap tap tapping of their fingers on their keyboards as they type filling the air. They both jump when a resounding knock breaks their concentration.

They turn to the door to find Nia standing there awkwardly, waving at them jauntily despite the awkward stance though.

“Hey, Nia. How are you?” Lena greets her. “How have you been?”

“Better.” Nia smiles, grabbing a chair and taking a seat, “I’ve been sleeping a lot better but I’m still having lucid dreams so that’s the main reason for that. I think that whatever is coming, is coming soon.”

“Winter?” Kara adds, completely unhelpfully.

Nia sighs and facepalms. “I don’t think this is Game of Thrones.”

“Bad joke, I see that now.” Kara’s cheeks redden in a blush that takes no time to cover her skin, “I’d take it back if I could.”

“As you should.” Lena winces, replaying the joke in her head and immediately wishing she didn’t. “So, Nia, have you noticed anything out that might make you think that it’s going to be soon before shit goes down?”

Nia nods, the movement hesitant, scared she’s going to freak them out. “I have.”

Lena’s eyes widen a fraction but that’s the only giveaway that she’s heard the sentence at all.

“A large portion of the aliens in the city have been on edge, at least they are on edge enough that they have been staying as far away from the social scene as they can. Al’s bar has been practically deserted this past week.”

“Al’s bar?” Lena questions.

“It’s an alien bar. We go there sometimes; you should actually come the next time we go but you keep turning us down when we ask if you want to come for drinks after work.”

Lena freezes at being called out for her aversion to going out with the team after work. She’s going to have to go with them sometime to prove them wrong now. “Right, yes. That makes sense.”

“I haven’t been able to find out what they all know that has made them do that but I’m working on it, it could really give us some good insight.”

“That sounds good, keep up the good work, Nia.” Kara smiles at her. “Actually, how about we head over to Al’s tonight? I can meet you there at six if you want to grab some fries and a couple of beers.”

Nia’s face lights up but there’s a devilish glint in her eyes that makes both Kara and Lena nervous. Only one of them needs to be nervous though. “Lena, I think this is your opportunity to broaden your horizons. I think your brainpower would be really useful out there today so you’ll have to come with us.”

Lena looks to Kara for help. She’s open to going someday, just not today. She faces a betrayal like no other as Kara’s eyes light up so bright she might as well be staring into a pair of disco balls with a flashlight beaming at them. “I think that’s a great idea, Nia.”

“Lena and I will meet you there at six then,” Nia confirms, cutting Lena off before she can even speak, the words rushing out because she saw Lena open her mouth to argue.

Upon realizing that she has no way to argue with them and becoming resigned to the fact she just sinks back into her chair, mentally preparing herself for the evening she’s going to have. “Whatever, it can’t be as bad as the day I’ve had so far.”

“What?” Nia tilts her head, confused.

Kara pulls a face, one of guilt and disdain for the events that transpired. “We went to view an apartment today.”

Nia looks mildly intrigued but doesn’t say anything, just waits for Kara to elaborate.

“We didn’t see the apartment but we did see the elevator because we got trapped in it and I had to fly us out of the top of it and onto the floor above.”

“I don’t know if I want to go out for drinks with the pair of you if you’re bringing bad luck with you.” Nia stretches and her back cracks with a pop that makes Kara’s lips pull down in disgust. Her body doesn’t often crack because of her physiology but the sound of it in other people makes her shudder in repulsion.

“I’m ok with not going.” Lena takes the opportunity.

“Don’t even bother fighting, Lena. It’s happening.” Nia shakes her head softly and there’s amusement on her face that makes Lena dread the evening even more. Today can’t get any worse.

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[railingsofsorrow]

Dreams

[peter parker x reader]

summary: who would've thought meeting your friends would give you one answer and a thousand more questions.

— reader's perspective of the 1st chapter

pairing: h.osborn x fem!reader; p.parker x fem!reader.

w.c: 1.6K

warnings/content: memory loss; lucid dreams; harry osborn being the loml <3; ned & mj being the pair that knows it all; descriptions of missing someone.

A/N: the reader's perspective from broken promises 1st chapter that nobody asked for. I felt like building a four chapter fic around this one-shot so this is what I'm going to do. masterlist is in the oven!

[blast this on while reading, trust me.]

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❝ […]'Cause there we are

again when I loved you so.

Back before you lost

the one real thing you've

ever known.[…] ❞

The dreams were starting to become more realistic.

You'd wake up in a cold sweat with heavy-breathing and tear-stained cheeks. A not tied itself around your throat every time you recalled what happened. There was always someone that you were trying to hold on to; whom you begged to not leave, to not go.

“... I don't want you to go,”

“I'm not going anywhere,”

It scared you how you couldn't hear the voice but it felt so... so familiar. The touch in your cheek, the promise in the tone.

“I promise.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

They repeated it twice, and you felt extremely bothered by it. So much so that you couldn't stay on bed, you couldn't fall asleep every time you had that dream. But, this is what it was: a dream.

Yet.

Yet, there was no bigger feeling of betrayal swerving in your chest. Because whoever it was and for whatever reason that had occurred, they had broken the promise. A very important one at that. “I'm not going anywhere,” Well, you clearly did. You'd argue by yourself, out of spite.

It's just a dream, your head tried to reason.

But they left, your heart retorted back.

After the terrible night sleep you settled for catching up on a few assignments until your alarm rang. Once it did, you quickly silenced it. It was Saturday, your roommate didn't deserve to be woken up by the blaring sound. You glanced at her sleeping open-mouthed frame before moving into the bathroom to take a shower.

You and your friends were supposed to meet in half an hour still, so you took your time getting ready, making sure to apply extra concealer below your eyes. The bags were critical.

Fucking weird dreams.

You looked down at your phone as you were fixing the scarf around your neck when the notification popped in.

FROM HARRY: where are u?

Harry, who had became someone incredibly important in your life without warning. He integrated your small group of friends out of your vehemence — his saying. A few months ago you figure it out he also lived in New York, so it happened that both of you had a lot in common.

You held the phone with one hand as you shut the door slowly with the other. Typing away “coming. are all of you there yet?” you pressed send and descended the stairs in fast steps.

Your phone vibrated again.

FROM HARRY: came to pick you up.

A smirk reached your lips at the next message.

FROM HARRY: if you take longer the ride will not wait.

Moody bastard.

You buried your phone in your pocket as you saw the flashy black car of your friend at the parking lot. His sunglasses dangling from his nose as he typed something on his phone. Your phone vibrated.

FROM HARRY: bye.

“I'm here!” You laughed, jogging towards the car. When you reached the window, you stealthily pulled his sunglasses away to put it on your face. Harry scowled but you could see the hit of a smile on his lips, a rare sight in the mornings. “Good morning, moody bear.”

“Just morning. Hop in,” he unlocked the vehicle and you obeyed, entering the passenger side. You didn't take off the sunglasses and he didn't complained as you rode to the old Queen's donut shop.

It was MJ's last day at work because she was finally moving in to the dorms at MIT. You could even say she was a little more smiley that Saturday morning as you and Harry passed through the glass doors. All of you were to hang out for drinks later to celebrate.

“Hey, beautiful. Come here often?” You leaned on the balcony MJ was cleaning, wriggling your eyebrows suggestively. She gave you a roll of eyes, throwing at you the dirty fabric she had been using. You grabbed it before it could hit your face. “God, that was a brutal rejection.”

“You know she already got someone in line,” Ned chimed behind you, greeting Harry with handshake. “Looking good. Great style,” he teased knowing the accessory wasn't yours. You embraced the boy with a smile.

“Thanks, I try.”

“You mean you steal,” Harry says and nudges your hip for a table in the corner by the window. You nod and asks Ned to warn MJ, who had moved aside to greet a costumer, where you would be sitting.

“I didn't steal if it looks better on me,” you shrugged and sat down with your back to the entrance. Harry sat in front of you.

“Sure,” Harry pretended to search through the menu when in reality he was trying to not smile. It was so hard to not to when you were in the room. “Keep it then,” he blurted out.

Your hands froze on your way to put the sunglasses down on the table, “What?”

“You can keep them,” Harry moved the menu towards you and let his mouth spread in a teasing grin, “It does look better on you anyway.”

A scoff left your lips, “Don't flirt with me, Osborn.”

He raised his eyebrows in mocked surprise, “Flirt? Who is flirting here? I'm just saying the truth.”

“Oh, you're flirting alright,” MJ's deadpan interrupted your conversation as she positioned a extremely sweetened coffee in front of Harry and two chocolate sprinkled donuts in the middle, for both of you. Harry grinned up at her as if she had ended global warming, completely ignoring her jab.

“You are a god-given solace, Jones,”

She flicked his forehead but smiled, “Yeah, I'm aware, Osborn. I'm off at five today, you're gonna wait?” she questioned, stepping backwards to the balcony when the bell of the shop rang announcing a new costumer.

You nod, biting into your sugar pleasure, “Mhm.”

“Why did you think we came all this way for,” Ned rolls his eyes having overheard the question as he typed away something in his phone and sat down at their table.

“All this way— You live around the block, shut up,” MJ scoffs at him and turns towards the boy that had just arrived. Ned chuckled.

Your forehead creases as you study the newcomer at the shop, you were about to turn around to sit more comfortably when he arrived. He wore a plaid jacket over his shoulder and dirty white converses, you could make out some doodling on the sides of them but you weren't close enough to see it fully. It wasn't the shoes that grabbed your attention, though. It was his face. For some reason, it looked quite familiar. The pinched nose, warm brown hair and you couldn't see his eyes but you figure they might be a shade of brown, too. The piece of paper in his shaky hands ripped at the same time Ned snapped his fingers in front of you.

“Earth to you,” Ned sings, “Where did you go?”

Harry stared at you inquisitively, then his gaze flickered to the new person.

“Nowhere,” you said, brushing a strand behind your ear. “Were you saying something?”

“Yes, but you were too busy drooling over that kid,” Harry retorted, sipping his coffee.

Your cheeks flushed, “I was not—”

“You were so drooling over him,” Ned teased, gazing sideways at Harry, who was eyeing the newcomer with a curious expression.

“Yeah, okay—stop,” you said huffing and shifting in your chair. “I just found him familiar, that's all.”

“He does look kind of familiar, doesn't he?” Ned inspected the kid for a while and Harry pinched him to stop staring.

“It not polite to stare, Ned.”

“Was just trying to see what's familiar in him...”

Everything. Everything is familiar on the young man but you couldn't place the why. You have never seen him before in your life.

Why did your heart tell you otherwise?

You played with your scarf absentmindedly, the urge to get up and go talk to him blaring in your chest.

Just say something. Anything.

I don't know him!

Your eyes met honey brown ones and your whole world stopped.

Please, Peter. I don't want to forget you.

Peter.

Who on Earth is Peter?

“Guys, that was my last costumer. I'm gonna get ready so we can leave, yeah?” MJ's voice brought you back to reality and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

He was gone. The plaid jacket boy. Suddenly he was sitting there in a table by the window staring back at you, and then, he vanished.

I don't want to forget you.

You've heard that before. The weirdest part was that it was your own voice. But how could you forget something like that? And how could you dream so realistically if it weren't real?

“You want me to ask MJ to place it to go?” Harry touched your shoulder, his hand cold against your skin. He noticed you clutching the red scarf around your neck and frowned in concern. “Hey, you okay?”

You didn't realize what you were doing until you followed his gaze and let go of the fabric slowly, confused as ever. Mumbling a meek yes in response to Harry, you stood up and followed them out of the donut shop. MJ and Ned discussing about a topic you couldn't hear, Harry entered the conversation after making sure you were actually okay and not lying.

“Please, Peter. I don't want to forget you.”

“You won't,” his touch was warm. Inviting. Safe. How did you know that? How did you feel it? “I'll make you remember me, I promise.”

“You promise?” There was fear in your shaky vocal cords. You've been crying.

“I promise.” You recalled once again as you crossed the street trailing after your friends.

Who are you, Peter? And what did you do?

[liskantope]

Lately I've been thinking a lot more about my love of creative writing from when I was much younger (part of this was triggered by the recent experience of reading Almost Nowhere I think) and how I wish I could try to build such a skill as an adult, starting with short stories, but my main problem is not really any good ideas for even a short a fiction story. My brain has long (for around twenty years, I'd say) given up spontaneously trying to generate them by habit.

And then I had the craziest dream experience last night, where I found myself in the midst of an intricate social plot where one of the people involved turned out not to be real but a psychotic delusion which had been nonetheless affecting everything that happened. And I "woke up" out of it while still dreaming (I suppose you could say in a "shallower" layer of dream), reflected on the story that had occurred in the dream, and used it to concoct a complex plot that I felt would be perfect for a short story (something that I had to admit would be on the fairly long end of the spectrum of "short story"). The main hook of the story would be this imaginary person which only existed in the mind of the narrator -- I even came up with a name for this person which was Tom with a single-syllable last name that I thought sounded like a really good fictional character name. Besides the eventually-revealed-to-be-imaginary Tom and the rather ambiguous narrator, there were two female characters involved (one of them inspired on a more aesthetic level by a real-life friend). At every moment I was coming up with another connection that made the structure of the story more brilliant in my mind (while pleasantly aware that many details still had to be filled in), thought triumphantly "I've finally come up with a great idea for a story!"...

...and then I sort of woke up but was still not entirely awake, fairly lucid but still convinced I had found a wonderful idea for a piece of fiction writing (telling myself "it's not like those ideas that come in dreams that turn out to be garbled nonsense", also "I should report this in a Tumblr post!"). But I had immediately forgotten most of the details, including Tom's last name (ah, if only I saw a list of possible surnames I would remember which one it was, but I decided for now, well, that could still be salvaged by calling him Tom Roots even though I was sure Roots was not the original last name). I actually spent quite a while in that almost-awake state trying to rack my brains or bring back the dream so that I could remember the full idea before giving up and falling back entirely asleep.

In the morning it occurred to me that having a major character turn out to be a product of the psyche of the narrator/protagonist obviously isn't as original as I'd imagined in my partly-asleep state -- see Tyler Durden for instance -- although I still have the strong feeling that I was employing that plot device in a very distinct way somehow. It seems likely that my idea really was partially nonsense or at least largely incoherent, but hey, it was fun for a bit of last night while getting some sleep in to think I had exciting fodder for some original fiction.

[outsidersproxy]

SPOILERS FOR FNAF MOVIE!!!

Here's my issue with the dream plot:

As someone who follows game theory for fnaf, I have a fairly good understanding of the game/lore. It's the lucid dream investigation that was confusing for me.

"You had one job, keep him in the dark, and kill him if he gets too close." -W.A

Was William Afton dream hunting him? Was his daughter supposed to keep track of his dreams? It's not like he was looking into police records to try to find what happened with brother, so when Vanessa said,

"You're getting too close, he knows you're looking for him now." -VA

Was it the discussion like, "hey dad, that new security guard you hired? He's been sleeping a lot in order to talk to the dead kids you killed through his dreams in order to find his brother."

And then was William like, "I can't have him sleeping on the job it's too dangerous! He's getting too close to the truth..."

I mean the whole dream plot in my opinion was honestly ridiculous. And I am aware of FNAF 4's dream theory so I understand why they might have went in that direction.

And not to mention there was a lot of subtext that I had to wait for them to kind of spell out in order to know what the heck they were talking about, and then they never did.

For example, "-why nebraska?" -V.A

Why Nebraska indeed. They zoomed in on that freaking poster as many times as they physically could. And they never explained why. I don't know if that was a Scott Cawthon theorist move, or if there was an implication I simply wasn't getting. The only thing I could come up with was his brother was taken in Nebraska.

I also recognize that William Afton only hired him after he learned Mike's last name because he recognized it was the last name of the Mike's brother he killed. But everything in between was being held together by weak plot glue.

I don't even mind the fort scene with the animatronics, because that was the movie trying to portray the souls in the animatronics are still kids.

But man oh man, the lucid dreaming investigation? That's is just too dangerous...

[cogbreath]

vent below idk what image to give to make it worth your while have geeked up spongebob sparkle

7 in the goddamn morning that family is YELLING YELLING. and by that i mean my. but i dont want to really be a part of it. not like they treat me like one anyway. really. except my mom. but when shit like this goes down im basically invisible. maybe its for the better that way. but i dunno. having to see that shit go down. really effects me still. i can enjoy watching nasty fights on reality tv and shit but this stuff isnt enjoyable. cuz like. well i live with these people and shit. whatever. point is. starts making some alters really freak out. i dont even really disagree with the ones who start feeling violent about it. if killing an abuser didnt land u in prison 4 life basically i dont think we'd even be dealing with this shit. probably cruel to say. but really whats cruel is someone who does this shit to people for 20 odd years. can i blame them at all for thinking that when we r like a caged animal who cant fidn a way out i really cant

itsnfine dont worey i wont let things come to that point. but ifnsomehow they do i guess my point that well you all know i tried ans you all know that the fucker had it coming and i will try to figure out how to fit a phone up my hole in prison ans i'll keep blogging as long as none of yall snitch

^ none of yall better act like thats something serious im being a bit funny but honestly i do think this site is pro killing your abuser more than other sites at least on the hypothetical level which helps becuse a lot of you won't disagree with us feeling that way

id love to do it but i wont because i've talked about it and alluded to it more than enough to warrant premeditation charge, and i wouldn't be able to feign innocence to hide it for the rest of my life and id always be paranoid about it so its not worth the mental weight either

i used to worry a lot that he would snap and kill me and mama

i guess it could still happen but i dont feel as scared about it as i used to.

maybe because i feel that im old enough to maybe stop it or at least be really hard to accomplish

this will all mean nothing when i forget about it mostly in a few hours

actually i'll be going to sleep in a few hours

since my schedule is literally the opposite of this family because i need time to myself

hopefully my dreams will be kind to me

i was really upset yesterday because i had a vivid dream where i was being affectionate and romantic with a guy who committed rape on me

woke up super disgusted and went back to sleep until 6 pm about it to get a better dream

does anyone on here care if i call it that if it wasnt violently penetrstive?

to me its a gross criteria plus what are you supposed to call someone who did less that that

whatever

point is i hsted the dream

all my dreams are vivid

many of them are lucid which is lovely

when they arent lucid though sometimes its awful but still its very vivid and all felt as real as life

this isnt really relevant anymore

right now i kind of feel nothing but my tummy hurts a lot

love you guys

[poppywriter]

❀ Pansy n°6 = Oneiric inspiration.

oneiric |ə(ʊ)ˈnʌɪrɪk| adjective - formal → relating to dreams or dreaming. ORIGIN = mid 19th century: from Greek oneiros ‘dream’ + -ic.

I love this word. In my opinion it is a formal but beautiful way to put into words the subconscious universe that is a dream.

I love dreaming.

As I wrote in a former entry, getting too far in my head and imagination is something I do a lot, enjoy and try to make healthy. My fascination for the oneiric world started at a young age with my ability to remember my dreams. I remembered them so well that more often than not I was able to continue them on multiple nights. It was also really cool to be able to count them back to people - it created many laughs, thanks to the weird dream logic. 

Then I started working (it was not really a difficult or boring task, still it took time) on being able to remember more by forcing myself to think about what I saw straight when I woke up. Sometimes - when I was not too lazy - I wrote them down to get all the details. It is by working on those details that I started creating universes, worlds and stories of my own. I ended up with multiple characters, their backgrounds; future, relationships and development in a made up world. That is how started my first ever draft for my fantasy story. Based on dreams and worked on in my dreams. I could not stop thinking about it. In fact, that’s what happens when I get really inspired for a story, I just can’t stop picturing things in my mind, trying to make sense of it and developing my ideas. I get so focused yet I struggle to write - writer’s block am I right ? :/

However, there was one time when I had difficulties expanding my dream into a story. Why ? you may ask. Well, dear reader, it was because I was inspired by a nightmare and at first thinking about it again made it difficult for me to fall asleep - obviously… I won’t go into much detail about this nightmare because I plan on making a thriller out of it, but what intrigued me the most was that it was one of those dreams…

A lucid dream.

In fact, I knew I was dreaming and could control some of the things happening around me. I LOVE those types of dreams - except when they’re nightmares, and of course it happens to me quite a lot. Lucid dreaming was the next step to improve my “dream ability”. Those dreams are when you realize you are dreaming and can control what you can do (sometimes ^^).

Usually, to work on lucid dreaming, we are told to try and have the reflex of looking at your hands - because they’ll never be normal in your dreams. Or try and read something - yet again you’re not supposed to be able to see coherent words written. Even though I know these tricks - called “reality checks” - work, I personally just let them happen normally. 

Indeed, I have been blessed with the ability to lucid dream without much effort since I was a child - only realizing it was that as I grew up. So often do I have periods during which many lucid dreams come to plague my mind at night. It usually happens when I am in a semi-state of sleep, like half-awake. So it happens that sometimes I am too tired and the control slips out of my grasp. Still, I think it’s an amazing experience.

I guess my lucid dreams are triggered thanks to the fact that I tend to fall asleep making up scenarios and fully controlling my dreams - at that moment. And what gets me to recognize I am lucid dreaming is that I am almost always in first person p.o.v. Nevertheless, what I like the most about lucid dreams and inspires me the most - as I remember it more and it shocks me - are the sensations I get.

Yes, sensations.

Call me crazy if you want but I happen to feel so many things while dreaming - it’s mainly why I believe in shifting. Most of the time I can feel the warmth of things in my dreams, especially when I am close to someone or being embraced. Things definitely don’t feel real but they feel extremely similar. And I think it is extraordinary that you can feel in your head.

What’s even more unreal and that I particularly love, is the dream feeling of being kissed. It is just ethereal… I am someone very fond of physical affection - like, that’s literally one of my love languages - and it is just so awesome and astounding to be able to feel these types of things in your head.Once, I remember, I had a dream in which I kissed someone’s cheek and it had a little stubble, and the feeling I thought I had on my lips was just so weird and felt so real !

So it’s when I started having more and more of those feelings filled lucid dreams that I realized how fascinating and powerful the human brain really is. We can truly trick ourselves, with our own imagination ! And it is why I believe shifting to be possible/real. I, personally, am not an active shifter. I have tried, succeeded a bit and tried again sometimes but I prefer not to force it. I also think that I have succeeded a few times without realizing, so I let it come naturally.

The shifting community can be quite biased and not of the best advice on certain platforms - *cough cough* tiktok… - but also because there are “conflicts” within the community. I don’t associate with it mostly because I don’t really keep myself informed about it, so I don’t want/can’t to appear as a specialist on the matter. But… I have my opinion on how shifting might work.

I think that you are just diving so deep in your subconscious that you can explore all of its power. I like this explanation better than projecting your mind into another dimension. Moreover, I think that both the opinions I gave - among many others - still work to explain reality shifting because in the end we explore other realities regardless.

Anyway !

Shifting is harder for me as I ask myself too many questions and don’t really like to plan my dreams with scripts. Don’t get me wrong, I loved writing scripts for universes I knew I wanted to shift to, but I am always so scared of forgetting something. Plus because of my dream obsession I am scared that if I succeed, I will never want to come back. Still, I know I am never going to stop being inspired by what my mind creates.

→ Quote I like = “Everything that is or was, began with a dream” - Lavagirl.

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