( semi-closed ) sleep now in my arms

[gleans]

Who: Galen and PEOPLE!
What: Dreams, nightmares, nightmare-fighting, lucidity lessons!
When: Day 83-88
Where: ERRYWHER
Warnings: Nightmares, touchy subjects, will update. If you want to get in on this, see my OOC plotting thread here!

Current dream timeline: Day 83: Ned / Fortescue Day 84: Jesse / Kenzi / Anna Day 85: Jesse Day 86: Elizabeth / Pinkman

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[voliere]

This is wonderful.

She's never been out of her tower before, and stepping foot on the ground, on cobblestone, is an odd experience. Seeing the mechanical horses, feeling the sun on her face and the wind in her hair, breathing in the smells - hot dogs and cotton candy (and god, is cotton candy delicious) and everything in between, she's going to make herself sick, trying everything.

But it doesn't matter, because she's free. Her next stop is Paris, of course it is, that's where she knows in her heart she needs to be, but first, she just wants to see what the city she's called home is like.

And hey, staring over the edge of the railing might not be a smart idea, she could fall, but like Elizabeth cares. She's curious, and it must be sated.

[gleans]

This time, he almost forgets to look for a dreamer.

It's hardly his fault, with all this around him; it's all so vivid, and like nothing he's ever seen before. Mechanical horses - mechanical horses?? -, a notably turn-of-the-century aesthetic, a place that screams AMERICA! while at the same time completely unrecognizable. It's almost like being back in New York, with the busy people and the smells and the movement, but just different enough to distract him as he wanders down the cobblestone road, sun on his face, trying to make out the voice over the speakers, the music in the air, the signs that are just this side of illegible, down the street.

He notices the rails, too. Not just in the air, but at the edge of the road - like a guard rail on a dock -, and he's almost nervous to approach it. That is, of course, when he spots the patch of vividness, and the girl looking over the side -- he's seen that dress before.

"Ellie?"

[voliere]

The nickname makes her look up and over her shoulder, clinging to the rail. When she sees who it is, she smiles widely, and lifts one hand to wave. Ah, Galen, the nice boy who asked her if he could call her that before he did. A little politeness goes a long way! Happily, she brushes down her skirt and turns around entirely.

"Galen! What are you doing here?" Something tells her that he shouldn't be in Columbia, but she promptly ignores that. Plenty of pilgrims find their way up here eventually. Besides, she's just happy to have someone with her. Exploring on her own is nice, but having a friend makes the experience more memorable.

[gleans]

Just as suspected, it's Elizabeth, which begs the question: is this that floating city of hers, Columbia? Looking around, there really is a 1912 sort of look to everything, with just a little bit of an anachronistic feel -- probably because the whole damn place is in the air, for one.

"Um --" should he tell the truth? Or just go along with the dream? The fact that he's wearing clothes that he's not sure he was even wearing, five seconds ago - suddenly, suspenders and a tie! -, tells him to wing the latter. "I'm not... totally sure. Is this Columbia?"

He's not getting any closer to that rail, anyway. At least in his apartment, there's thick glass between him and way down.

[voliere]

Well, it doesn't matter how he got up here, anyway. Elizabeth approaches him, hands clasped behind her back. "It is," She confirms, looking up at the buildings around them. "Though I'm not entirely sure where everything is. I've only been in the city once, and it was altogether an unpleasant experience."

Bullets are not fun things! Or guns. Or being shot at.