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Dream didn’t expect the animals to react, so he came closer, kneeling to pet the dog and another one came to him too. “Don’t worry, she’s just asleep for a long time. You will be taken care of.” Now when was she going to wake was a different question. It was up to her if it was minutes or weeks.
“Alright, then.” He could walk out, it was just curiosity after all. But maybe a little lesson would be fine. “If that’s what you want.” The Endless stood tall, dark figured surrounded by sand staring at Darcy. Then the sand started moving towards the woman, surrounding her and all was left was for the sand to do its work.
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“Alright, then.” He could walk out, it was just curiosity after all. But maybe a little lesson would be fine. “If that’s what you want.” The Endless stood tall, dark figured surrounded by sand staring at Darcy. Then the sand started moving towards the woman, surrounding her and all was left was for the sand to do its work.
More than bothering him, he was amused. Someone so tiny with no respect for an Endless. Well, most humans now didn’t know about the Endless, or at least not by name since she seemed to recognize his realm.
“I am not the one stopping you from sleeping. That’s all your doing.”
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More than bothering him, he was amused. Someone so tiny with no respect for an Endless. Well, most humans now didn’t know about the Endless, or at least not by name since she seemed to recognize his realm.
“I am not the one stopping you from sleeping. That’s all your doing.”
It wasn’t unusual for mortals to recognize him, he was in their dreams after all. And he wasn’t hiding. If he wanted to be seen, then he will.
“Maybe if you rested instead of cursing me.”
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It wasn’t unusual for mortals to recognize him, he was in their dreams after all. And he wasn’t hiding. If he wanted to be seen, then he will.
“Maybe if you rested instead of cursing me.”
Even though the Dreaming had so much work to do, Dream would still wander off. Mostly in the mortals’ dreams and make sure things were in order.
There was one voice who would keep cursing him so he paid them a visit. Studying, waiting in the shadows.
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Even though the Dreaming had so much work to do, Dream would still wander off. Mostly in the mortals’ dreams and make sure things were in order.
There was one voice who would keep cursing him so he paid them a visit. Studying, waiting in the shadows.
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“Would you call this a nightmare?” Funny what humans would call a nightmare, for some it was a gruesome memory and for others could be something as simple as someone eating their cookies.
Humans are so weird.
“I don’t need to bake.” Why would he when he could take food from dreams? Usually went better than this. “They’re not ghost cookies, it’s only part of your dream.”
"Yes." Usually the food in dreams was delicious, it was rare when someone would dream of awful food and it was pretty clear when the food was bad, but the cookies were good.
"You can eat them, they will taste just as the ones you have in mind." There should be a reason why the man dreamed about those cookies specifically but Dream just didn't have the time to wonder about every detail in every human's dreams. "Just don't try to punch me again, or your dreams will be nightmares for years."
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"Yes." Usually the food in dreams was delicious, it was rare when someone would dream of awful food and it was pretty clear when the food was bad, but the cookies were good.
"You can eat them, they will taste just as the ones you have in mind." There should be a reason why the man dreamed about those cookies specifically but Dream just didn't have the time to wonder about every detail in every human's dreams. "Just don't try to punch me again, or your dreams will be nightmares for years."
...not a dream.
He blanked. Usually, these weren't the types of dreams he'd have when he was completely out of it, but it would make sense, that he would have fucked up dreams when he'd nod off.
Head turned up slightly to look at the ghost - someone from his past, maybe, someone he'd tried to forget perhaps - trying to follow along with their explanation. But suddenly a new plate of cookies appeared and the scent filled the strange space around him again.
The sadness turned to hope, turned to sadness again. He walked up to the plate, looked down at the cookies there. His hand hovered over them.
Just a dream.
"How were they..?" he asked. "Good?"
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“Not a dream. Those are part of my realm, along with the nightmares.” It was a shame that people nowadays didn’t know a thing about the Endless. Or a good thing, if that meant they would stop trying to capture one.
“Do what?” Ruin dreams? “I don’t ruin dreams. They are part of my realm, but you humans generate the dreams.” Or was the man talking about something else?
Oh.
Was it the cookies? They’re in his dreams often. He waved his hand and a new plate of cookies appeared. He couldn’t be that mean. That, and he didn’t want to get punched again.
This was ridiculous over a plate of cookies, so when the plate flew towards him, he didn’t bother to move. Instead, the plate turned into the sand and more sand appeared, surrounding them and changing the scenery, from a normal apartment to his kingdon, the Dreaming.
“I am not a genie and I don’t grant wishes. You’re in my realm, and the cookies were just a dream. How dare you disrespect Dream of the Endless?”
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This was ridiculous over a plate of cookies, so when the plate flew towards him, he didn’t bother to move. Instead, the plate turned into the sand and more sand appeared, surrounding them and changing the scenery, from a normal apartment to his kingdon, the Dreaming.
“I am not a genie and I don’t grant wishes. You’re in my realm, and the cookies were just a dream. How dare you disrespect Dream of the Endless?”
Morpheus has stolen food from dreams in all of his years of existence, and never had he seen such reaction from stolen food. He'd usually see surprised reactions, or just confused faces but anger? It was a first.
And the punch in the face? Also a first. A first he didn't enjoy, in fact, it pissed him off. Grabbing the man's arm and pushing it away, he rose taller thanks to being in his realm. "How dare you touch me, you mere mortal?" Maybe the man hasn't realized this was a dream, and Morpheus wasn't going to let him know just yet.
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Morpheus has stolen food from dreams in all of his years of existence, and never had he seen such reaction from stolen food. He'd usually see surprised reactions, or just confused faces but anger? It was a first.
And the punch in the face? Also a first. A first he didn't enjoy, in fact, it pissed him off. Grabbing the man's arm and pushing it away, he rose taller thanks to being in his realm. "How dare you touch me, you mere mortal?" Maybe the man hasn't realized this was a dream, and Morpheus wasn't going to let him know just yet.
The plate clattering to the floor filled his ears as his arms reached to grab the other man, the intruder, the emo looking cookie stealer.
"Those were my cookies, asshole!" his arm retracted before his fist flew towards the other with a vengeance. "You RUINED the only cookies I had left!!"
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Dream already ate one of the cookies when he heard the man screaming, surprised at that reaction. They were just cookies and this was just a dream, but the man didn't remember he was in his dream.
Dream tried to dodge the man's attack but he was too slow, distracted by the plate of cookies that ended up on the floor and they might've stepped on a few of them. Dream tried to push the man away from him but the Endless could see how furious the man was. "Stop this, now." What the hell.
A glass of milk as the cherry on top, is what he needed to devour the cookies left on his plate. His cookies, his cookies, the cookies that he loved that he always looked forward to oh god,
he could smell them, that special kind of scent, the cookie scent.
His mouth was watering-
Hey what- "The fuck??" he stared in disbelief. But rage consumed him and he threw his glass of milk at the intruder. "Those are MY COOKIES!"
And then he lunged at them.
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@fuascailt
As one of the Endless, he had a job to do, and after disappearing for a hundred years, Dream couldn't take a day off. But even an Endless could get hungry so while he was visiting one of the many dreams, he saw some cookies the man had planned to eat.
Carefully and while the man was away trying to get something else, Dream grabbed the plate filled with cookies and began to eat them, he just didn't expect the man would turn around before Dream could leave.
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i love my emo dramatic petty son, thank u very much
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I move from dreamer to dreamer, from dream to dream, hunting for what I need. Slipping and sliding and flickering through the dreams; and the dreamer will wake, and wonder why this dream seemed different, wonder how real their lives can truly be.
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i love dream on the first episode, so petty, what a king
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