#nightmares and dreamscaps

[allhailstephenking]

Stephen King Poll - Collections

[weirdlookindog]

Fritz Schwimbeck (1889–1972) - Traum (Dream)

[thegorgonist]

Tame your worst fears, ride the night mare for all it's worth, don't worry about where it will take you as long as it will take you away. Grab a print here

[ai-dream]

How did you get here, 10.

[the-barefoot-hatter]

spoilers for my current WIP Blind Bill AU drabble:

Ford was the same. Sure, maybe a little older, a little grayer than he last saw him but- Bill shrieked. “WHAT is THAT?” Fez betrayed him! How could he not mention, not even once, in the months he’d been here, that Ford grew a BEARD!!! Bill pinched his arm repeatedly. “Wake up, wake UP…” “Bill! Stop that!” Ford said exasperated. “What are you going to do?” “Either kill Stanley or shave you, whichever comes first,” Bill said darkly. The arm pinches weren’t working… a horrible thought hit him. What if it wasn’t just Ford? Bill’s eye widened in panic. “Does Stan have a beard? Does Shooting Star? DOES PINE TREE?” He could not deal with a fully furred Dipper. It was too horrific to contemplate. “No! Just me!” the scientist reassured. “Does it really look that bad?” Ford’s hand went self-consciously to his chin. “I thought it was… you know, rugged? For sea adventures?” “It’s… so different.” At most, Bill had only ever seen stubble, and that was after days of sleep-deprivation! Even running for his life across dimensions, Ford had always somehow found the time and equipment for a nice, clean-cut shave. “Is THAT why you smell weird?”

“You know what I smell like?”

“Of course I do!” Ford had always smelled faintly of brunt hair (he smelled like home).

(bonus, plain background version)

[blae-kitta]

Dreamscape chats before everything went wrong

[somegrumpynerd]

Good heavens, look at the time! (Points to a clock where every hour is replaced with "gooptales")

@topazshadowwolf's boys will be the death of me please read it it's so good

[lesweettooth]

Dreamscape anarchy post‼️

This is a silly au I’m working on! It’s still a work in progress but I still wanna show off doodles about the characters within it. I’ll soon post a character references about some of them! I usually post of tik tok about them so follow me there if you’re curious! (reytoons_24)

[callofthedeepdarkvoid]

everytime you try to focus the landscape warps before you, swallowing you into the ground

[garmgeyr]

[source] // This is how Gallagher's hound statues look in my mind

[bunnywan]

i like this

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Dreamscape (1984)

[ai-dream]

The Pink Backrooms 3.

[thegreatyin]

@thunder-threnodies morgan can definitely try!!!

the scoundrel REALLY doesn't take well to dream intrusions. they don't take well to any amount of messing with their mind, but. well. dreams are perhaps the thing that irritates them most of all. any amount of scoundrel dream diving would have to be quick, delicate, and most definitely behind their back- and they will notice regardless, and they will hold a grudge for the rest of their stupidly long batty life about it.

as for the actual contents of those dreams, well...

when they first achieved their ambition, the scoundrel used to dream of flower fields and starry skies. as time has gone on, this dream has. Distorted, somewhat.

the flowers have become wilder. the grass has become twisted and tangled amidst thorns and thickets. the stars have started blinking in and out of existence. ice has started creeping up along the edges of her mind, like a memory she just. can't quite get rid of.

(there's a certain city in the distance. he always tries not to look at it. he always fails.)

it's oddly peaceful, once you get past the frost and the foliage. the scoundrel usually sits at the valley's heart, surrounded by a web of dahlias and daisies. her exact dreams vary wildly, but no matter what, he always plays them out at the center, like the entire dreamscape is just a stage for that night's particular performance. there's always a chance to step away and go further into the field, if he wills it. he never seems to realize it's an option in the first place.

when her mind is kind, and quiet, she does have normal nights. simple time spent with her paramours. joyous days as a beast, hanging upside down and snacking on fruit and bugs to her heart's content. simply existing as she wills it.

but. well. most of her plays aren't that. most of her plays can only be best described as nightmares. her entire dreamscape is essentially one big fancy backdrop to that.

most often the play is a memory. a small mistake she made, a social interaction she floundered. sometimes it's a surgical appointment with her coworkers. sometimes it's an argument with someone he's never gotten over. sometimes it's performing open heart surgery on someone wearing her own face. sometimes it's a monkey and a single bronze fruit, never eaten.

sometimes it's a corpse pinning him against the ground and screaming, wailing, begging for the answer as to why he's done what he's done.

other times her dream-performance is more... esoteric. flocks of bats he can't quite recognize. a mirror he can't quite look through. a star commanding him to put a leash around his neck, which he obeys with utmost gratitude.

he tends to prefer those nights. they hit less closer to home.

for all of his power in parabola, he gets lost in his own dreams... Very Very Very Easily. it's probably part of why he's so protective over them. being seen completely enveloped in a torment nexus your own mind made up isn't exactly stellar for one's image. having her dreams exposed and sifted through is Deeply Unpleasant to the scoundrel. it means she's vulnerable. open. human.

and her mind can't imagine anything more terrifying than that.

[ritsu-shinjo]

Do you have nightmares? Is what happens in them more realistic or fantasy stress? What sorts of nightmares do you have in general, or would you be comfortable sharing the last one you had?

I suppose my dreams are more fantastical in nature. I rarely dream about the mundanity of my regular life, perhaps because the routine of my schedule provides comfort.

These are some of my recurring dreams.

(((Dreams under the cut: TW: Trypophobia

I sometimes dream of a rolling red fog. I cannot see beyond the span of my fingertips, save for the occasional flash of a pile of a chain link fence. I am trapped in a maze. There is no breeze. It almost feels as if there is no air at all. My shoes drag on the gravel below me, but I cannot even be sure whether I am indoors or out. I do not know where I am going, either in my ultimate destination, or in the direction I am currently facing. I feel a growing, bottomless dread before I wake.

My discomfort with irregular shapes started with lotus pods. My mother would bring fresh flowers into the house and sometimes, there would be pods in the arrangement.

The pods always seemed like they were staring, accusing to my young mind. Like the eye sockets of the dead, watching me hatefully as I lived my life in the sunlight.

Sometimes, I dream of eyes, multitudinous eyes, all watching me from every angle. My skin crawls with the memory of it, the agony of being perceived and known.

I also dream of libraries often, ruined, waterlogged, crumbling. I drag myself across those hallways, the unremembered knowledge of a thousand lifetimes nothing more than wet, malodorous muck beneath my fingernails as I struggle to run from a horror I have not seen and cannot name.

I hope that answered your question about my nightmares. Hopefully now, I will not have summoned these phantasms into my bedroom, or yours.

good night.

(((BONUS CONTENT)))

(((I started to draw out a nightmare that Ritsu experienced while having been unwittingly dosed with a drug for an RP server on Discord, but never finished it. Here are the raw from what I had done. Maybe if I get encouragement, I’ll finish it.)))