( 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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[onteamdyson]

Oh my god that is the most adorable thing. Blushing Galen! Awwwww! Okay, Kenzi can't not giggle at that, it's seriously really cute. She bounces up and down on the couch a few times before pinching his cheeks-- oh right, dreamfriend is still here.

"Oooooooh, he knows, alright. Totally knows. It's cool, calm your highlights." The sass is back! It's safe to say her mood has vastly improved by now. "He doesn't have to go. Dude can chill if he wants. When's the last time you saw him, anyway? Come on. Do the hangouts. Chop chop. I wanna see this." Here, look, she'll even make room on the couch by crawling onto Galen's lap. There. Sit down, guitarfriend. Check out the giant grin on her face.

"Not everyday you get to chill with a famous person." Dream-famous-person. Same diff. She turns to Galen, tapping him on the nose with her index finger, "You don't count." Because you're still too nice to be a rockstar.

[gleans]

Galen snorts, and looks up in time to see Brad back up instead of come to sit down. Even in dreams, apparently, Brad seems to know when to back off -- or, rather, Galen just knows him really well. He feels bad, of course, for pushing his best friend out of his dream, but he doesn't want to get used to the novelty of seeing projections of his friends that are nothing more than reflections of memory, and not the real thing. That's a pretty fucked up way to handle absence.

Brad just looks amused - not offended, or anything - as he moves to leave. "It's true, I'm the good looks and the draw of the band, not gonna lie," he says, fixing his collar. Then he points to the couch. "Which means this? Super special, kids, don't let me ruin your fun." Brad gives a semi-awkward thumbs up and reaches for the door handle.

"See you later, B," Galen sighs as Brad opens the door, but he's gone before he can even finish the sentence. Galen chews at his lip and looks at Kenzi, feeling a little off-kilter now after that little interruption. Good, but off-kilter.

"Not that I don't want you to meet him, but it's just -- kinda creepy, y'know, it's not really him." It'd be different if he could reach Brad's dreams from here, but he's certain he can't, and anyway, he knows that the real Brad is still shaken by what Galen did when he was infected. Having some dream-Brad pretend otherwise just feels wrong.

[onteamdyson]

When the door closes and Brad's gone, Kenzi shifts a little until her head is resting against Galen's shoulder and she's curled up against him, still wearing the hoodie, much like she was in the cave. Only now her leg doesn't hurt and she can reach up to trace her fingers along Galen's jaw before resting her hand against his neck.

"Nah, I get it. It's not the same. Like how this isn't really your place and we aren't really sitting here like this and even touching you isn't actually real." They're in separate bedrooms. Sleeping. In some fucked up town full of cameras. And they'll never get out, but even if they do get out they'll be separated and she won't be able to find him or Jesse and nothing will ever be normal or safe or good.

But here they can pretend. She can imagine what it would be like for Galen to hang out with Bo and Dyson and Trick, they'd all love him. No doubt. She can pretend that out in the real world a girl like her could belong with a guy like him and not bring a bunch of fae bullshit close enough to hurt him or get him killed. It's nice here, she meant it.

"They're up to something with this, aren't they? The scientists. Not even you can control what you dream, that's gotta be kinda big. They're messing with our heads again. Not just drugs but like... maybe it is drugs. I dunno. What kind of drug messes with dreams?"