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Anna Milton ([personal profile] afallenstar) wrote in [community profile] kore_logs2013-06-19 05:48 am

What will it take to live as if I would not another day?

Who: Anna Milton and OPEN
Where: Dreamland, bitches
When: Day 83-88
What: Dream sharing shenanigans
Warnings: Potentially disturbing imagery and/or references to past torture. Will mark threads as relevant and update this as needed.


Notes: A catch-all log for dream sharing during the event! There's a few different options set up for people to choose, but feel free to PM/ping me on plurk if you want to plot something separate or just start your own thread if you have an idea!

ALSO, don't forget to leave a day # in the subject of the first comment please and thank you!
rigging: (tired.)

day 84

[personal profile] rigging 2013-06-20 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Jesse isn't - really all that fond of this. Getting into other people's heads seems like a gross invasion of privacy and the fact that he finds himself lucid in his dreams makes him nervous. He's already run into awful shit - he's already revealed a little too much of himself on accident and it scares the hell out of him because everything in these dreams seems to be set up to do just that.

So he tries to stick to his own dreams. But this one is almost calling to him, from his own dark room in the corner of his head. Bright light and a sort of soothing feeling soaks through his bones, and Jesse can't help himself. He doesn't want to invade.

But he does anyway, quietly, crawling in and just. Laying on the grass. Staring at the sky. He has no idea where this is, but it's beautiful.
happytobleed: (alphie no!)

[personal profile] happytobleed 2013-06-20 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Castiel's feet are rooted in place as he watches this. He can't move or speak and it's killing him. He has to save her, to stop this. Why are they doing this? They're hurting her.

Finally, he manages to break through whatever is holding him and he can feel the power shattering around him like tempered glass. "Anna!"

Stumbling forward, he drops to his knees painfully next to her and reaches for her.

"Stop it!" He yells at the blinding ceiling.
hung_garian: (All the lies I'm hanging onto)

OPTION THREE because i enjoy pain

[personal profile] hung_garian 2013-06-20 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Even in the disoriented, confused world of the dreaming mind, Gabriel is fairly sure he knows what this scene is. It doesn't occur to him that since he remembers it having happened in the past and wasn't there for it that this is a dream, though. That would be too straightforward - besides, even after the week or so he'd spent human, dreaming isn't something he's familiar enough with to make the connection. That's a shame, because knowing this is a dream would probably make it less distressing.

It's not until the process has repeated itself a few times - five, maybe six - that he's even sure he's there. It's not that he can't intervene, it's that he's just an observer, disembodied, detached from everything that's happening despite how strongly he feels about it. Eventually, though, something shifts; everything is still strangely muted and unreal, like being underwater, but he's there nonetheless. He draws his sword just in case and, frustratingly slowly, makes his way over. It feels like wading, but eventually he manages it. He's not sure how he can help, if it's even possible, but he has to do something - maybe she'll know.
happytobleed: (in pain or pooping)

[personal profile] happytobleed 2013-06-21 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
As soon as she starts backing away, he feels as if his heart is breaking. He's not sure what this is, but they're hurting Anna and he needs to make it stop.

He crawls after her, reaching for her hand as she reaches towards him. "I'm here for you, Anna. We'll get out of here together. I won't abandon you again."

No one is allowed to hurt his family like this. It's his sister and he needs to make the right decision this time. He needs to stick by her.
rigging: (vulnerable.)

[personal profile] rigging 2013-06-21 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
The wings. Oh, man, the wings, they're beautiful, and Jesse is distracted by them, staring, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Oh. Wow. He's - he's going to cry, he thinks, or laugh, or both, pressing a hand over his mouth. Give him a second, Anna.

When he can speak, he sort of chokes it out. "I - it's beautiful," He says, almost reverently, looking at Anna before his eyes go back to her wings. "Is - that where this is? Is this Heaven?"
rigging: (close up laugh.)

quietly changes this to night 86 instead

[personal profile] rigging 2013-06-21 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
He's not sure what his idea of perfection is. Maybe a bar with his friends. With the people he loves - unlimited drinks, a pool table and jukebox, a soft bed in the backroom so he can nap whenever he wants, with a courtyard outside with flowers and trees - maybe that. Maybe just some peace from all the shit has gone down. It's so relaxing here, and Jesse closes his eyes, loosening up. Maybe smiles a little at her hand on top of his.

Jesse's always liked Anna. She's a soothing presence and Jesse feels like he can breathe easier here. "Never thought I'd look forward to something like that," Jesse says softly, staring up at the sky, now. "I don't wanna leave. This is - this is really..."

God, he really is going to cry, and he giggles a little helplessly, rubbing at his eyes. "Sorry. Been a stressful week."
hung_garian: (This are serious icon)

[personal profile] hung_garian 2013-06-21 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
Help. It's much easier said than done; he's sure he knows how to, or knew, but for some reason he can't remember what to do. He kneels beside her but doesn't say anything: he can't make his true voice work, which he knows against all actual logic is through disuse; his human voice feels wrong. All he can think is that he needs to get her out of the room, but when he looks around there's no way out - the room disappears into blinding whiteness and seems to go on forever. He has to try though, he knows that much. He tries to smile reassuringly, though it doesn't quite work, and pushes her hair back out of her face then lifts her as if she weighs nothing. It seems to him that she does, she's almost immaterial.

Another look at the walls and ceiling, or where they should be, shows that nothing has changed. He's convinced, though, that if they just keep moving the exit will make itself known, or that he'll remember how to get them out, so he picks a direction at random and starts off. It's not until the next time she stops screaming that he realises she has been: it's become background noise almost. Ears ringing from the absence of the noise, he tries to speak and actually manages it.

"Don't worry. You're going to be okay." His voice sounds, to him, as if it's coming from another room. He ignores it. "We'll get you out of here, alright? I'm not gonna leave you here. You'll be fine."

That sounds wrong to him too, the words rather than the voice. He's not sure what it is, but something tugs at his insides that feels strangely like guilt. He can't think why.
rigging: (look here.)

[personal profile] rigging 2013-06-22 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe she's all Grace'd up, but he still can feel that it's her. She's under all of that and it's reassuring, but the fact that she's also practically exuding calm and warmth makes Jesse just want to curl into a ball and absorb all of it. Been a long week, indeed, and when Anna asks, he cough-laughs and sniffs, looking up at her.

"Yeah, I - will be." Jesse sighs, closing his eyes briefly. "I --"

But the weird thing is he can't exactly remember why he's stressed out. It's something huge, and it has to do with where he is, but he can't remember. Whatever it is, it hurts, but being here makes it easier to bear.

"M'just glad I can see this, y'know?" He'd been so worried, before. "I didn't get t'go here, when I was dead."
perfectantidote: (chuckle)

[personal profile] perfectantidote 2013-06-22 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't belong.

That much is obvious by the hunch of his shoulders alone the moment he recognizes what kind of surroundings he finds himself in. It's everything he lost, everything they both lost, in such tremendously different ways.

Cas hasn't resisted the pull of the dream too much. Escaping his own is a welcome repriece, screw everyone else's privacy.

This makes him feel melancholy, lost, fond, nostalgic, bitter, so he smiles.

"Shoulda known you'd hang out in a garden."
blackmagus: (♒ oh really?)

[personal profile] blackmagus 2013-06-23 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
Everything is at once familiar and jarringly alien. It's a sensation that Fortescue has felt before, from her mission through the Angel Gate, but still, in a dream it gives her pause. Jazz sniffs at the grass underneath his paws as she scans the area, confused, trying to get her bearings. At least as well as she can manage.

Her cat, at least, knows exactly what to do. He starts to roll around, paws in every direction as he enjoys the green under his back.

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