DREAM POST

[murimurimuri]

Free-for-all dream post!

Make your own dream threads, hop into others'. Bounce characters off each other, try out effects, see what sticks. Anything you want to keep you can keep, anything that isn't working, it was ~all just a dream~.

ESSENTIALLY:
- The character does not remember their name
- Something else is missing/altered as well. Memories? Feelings? Abilities? It's up to you. o7

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[court_chesster]

[Whoever he is, he's dreaming of flying. Flying over what, that's difficult to say. A city, maybe, some clump of indistinguishable buildings and streets. Little ant-sized people are dashing around amidst brightly colored lights. Maybe they're throwing a party. Maybe they're on fire. He sorta hopes it's both.]

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Where did this guy come from? Hard to say. Dreams are funny like that. But he's up there in the air with you now, keeping pace and looking down on it.]

Do you think that's going to be trouble?

[court_chesster]

[Jumps a bit, clearly surprised that somebody would be up there with him. He considers the question, but after a moment he shrugs it off.]

I doubt it. They've got bigger things to worry about than what's going on up here.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

Not trouble for us, I mean. Trouble for them.

[He's frowning down at the running crowd.]

[court_chesster]

Oh.

[He watches for a bit, and the more he watches the more chaotic things do seem to appear down there.]

Yeah, probably.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Nods like he didn't expect anything less.]

Right. Let's go.

[And he angles downward toward the chaos below, swooping in toward the ground.]

[court_chesster]

[At first he stays right where he is. What kind of idiot does he look like?

But as he watches the stranger swoop, it occurs to him in the back of his mind that people can't fly. And so he plummets straight downward, only saving himself from crashing directly into the street by grabbing hold of a street lamp.]

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[People can't fly, but this one seems like no one gave him the memo. He hits the ground feet first and doesn't quite stick the landing, momentum propelling him forward a few steps before he rights himself.]

[When he straightens, it's with a quick glancing-over to make sure your perch isn't too precarious - and to see what all the chaos down here is about.]

[court_chesster]

[He scrambles up until he's sitting on the light.]

You can go loot the place if you want, but don't drag me down here with you!

[whenitrainsitstorms]

I can -?

Who's talking about looting? There might still be people in there!

[court_chesster]

[Pulls out a hot dog on a stick to roast on the flames of a burning building.]

Also fire. There are many reasons why looting is a bad idea.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[This is the most disgusted little tch sound you can imagine.]

[Then he sure is running into that building you're roasting sausages on.]

[court_chesster]

[The building is hollow on the inside, one big empty shell. It's not full of people after all; it's full of cute, frightened little bunny rabbits huddling in a corner to avoid the flames.]

[The jerk outside leans over and watches through a window as he munches on his sausage.]

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Help the rabbits or go try and get people out of the other buildings? He hesitates a second, then goes to try and scoop the bunnies up. They're right here, he'll be out in a second.]

[Ignoring that sausage-muncher in the window SO HARD.]

[scribbly]

[Whoever's dreaming this must not have much in the way of an imagination, because all there is here is a long, empty hallway; white walls, white floors, white ceiling too high up. It doesn't look like it comes from or goes to anywhere—

Oh, actually, maybe not. There's a little girl crouched on the ground a ways down, her happy humming echoing as she draws colorful flowers and suns and stick figures in crayon on the walls and floor.]

[rentedthefarm]

[So welcome to the passenger side seat of this dream about an ACTION MOVIE CAR CHASE; we're in a cop car and the sirens are blaring and the redhead with the weirdass rooster ponytail beside whoever you are is driving in the action movie-est way possible, that is, recklessly and with a lot of swerving around other things and grinning really wide, determination blazing in her eyes, so hold onto your ass.]

[court_chesster]

[The cute and fuzzy bunnies are easy enough to round up. They are probably grateful! They'll all hop to safety under Mr. Sausage-Muncher's street lamp as soon as they're out the door. Maybe not so grateful. Still cute, though, unlike certain people who are this dude.]

Nice.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

It'd be faster if you were down here helping instead of taking a dinner break.

[Here we go - second building.]

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[The ground here is stone; no grass, no soil, just pock-marked grey rock, with water in the little crevasses. It's dark all around, but that's okay. At the center of it, pushing back the shadows, is a fairly cozy cook fire. On top, there's a bubbling pot of something that smells good.]

[There's also this guy, perched on an outcropping of rock. He keeps looking away from the fire, out toward the area beyond the fire's light.]

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Might have been wandering, lost, for long enough that he gave up expecting to see anyone. He draws up short at the sight of the girl.]

Hello?

[court_chesster]

Do I look like a firefighter to you?

[After saying that he checks himself to confirm that no, he does not indeed look like a firefighter. He doesn't look like much of anyone. Instead of moving to help, he swings upside-down on his perch to pick up a rabbit to pet. The next building has a friendly puppy within!]

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Already on his way out of the second building with the puppy by the scruff of its neck.]

You don't have to be a firefighter to fight fires.

And anyway - we're not fighting it. We're getting them out.

[court_chesster]

[Hops down and reaches for the puppy.]

Don't pick at the semantics! I'm trying to tell you I'm not stupid enough to rush headlong into a burning building!

[The buildings are starting to collapse into piles of smoldering ash, anyway.]

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Ffffreezes. Did he spend too long bickering when he could have been getting people out?]

[There's time for one more building, right? He sure is going to try. Ignoring you for right now, there are more important things.]

[whenitrainsitstorms]

Storms - would you -

You're going to hit that building!