Dreamcast

25 Mischievous and a Big Dreamer

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esmeperez:

Esme looks at the man more clearly. He was not her Manny. She glares at him, taking a step back. “¿Qué has hecho con Manny?” She says, putting her hands on her hips. As she questions him the snakes start to get closer to the two of them, nipping at her ankles and making her fall onto him by accident. Sighing in frustration she looks at the stranger again. “…..get me out of here. And I will answer your questions.”

Manny? As soon as he thought the word, it seemed as if the world around him was pushing the information at him. The dream flickered behind her for a moment, showing quick glimpses of this strange girl with a man who looked somewhat like him. “Look, I don’t know what happened to your boyfriend.” 

Before he could say much else, she fell into him. He rolled his eyes as he picked her up, and placed her on her feet. The thought tempted him to just throw her towards the snakes or suddenly make them long enough to reach her since they lingered back, almost as if there was some invisible barrier. They still nipped and tugged at the leg of his pants, but they refused to move closer. “i’ll give you some advice. If you’ve got snakes chasing you in your dreams you’re,” He raised a single finger as he spoke. “Either terrified of snakes or...” Another finger went up. “You’re running from something in your past or present.” He waved a hand to the snakes and they dissipated, leaving no trace behind.  

He looked at her again, now just irritated at her attitude. “Watch yourself, zorra. I just saved you from a nightmare. You’re cute but that doesn’t make you bulletproof.”

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life is but a dream | alejandro & madeline

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madelinephillips:

After the intense dream world that apparently most, if not the entire Deviant population had experienced, Madeline was on edge as she tried to get to some sort of sleep, anything was better than none, but her fears of causing something so site wide again kept her awake in the lounge, curled against the corner of a sofa as she tried to close her eyes. She felt like she was there for hours, until everything seemed to fade away into another world entirely; her dream. This new world seemed to be centered on the place she already was, as to be expected since she was used to seeing everyday activities that she would normally see in real life. But it wasn’t long before things started to get out of hand, things that were all too reminiscent of the nightmare that seemed to plague her life in ways she couldn’t control. And, then she saw someone ahead of her, someone she hadn’t seen just yet, but who looked like he knew what was happening. Approaching him all too suddenly, she was compelled to do something she never normally did in her usual dreams. She looked to him, asking out of nowhere. “Do you know what’s going on?” 

@dreamcastchavez

He looked around in this new dream space he had entered. His body was still entirely conscious and he could feel the cool air of his room on his skin. His mind, however, aching for another drug induced thrill, had settled with dream hopping as he liked to call it. It kept him distracted from the desire his body felt. This place was a little too clear. Usually dreams had fuzzy edges or you couldn’t read anything or something that separated it from reality. This dream lacked it and it threw him off. There was another underlying feeling. Usually he could tell when others were Deviants. They had an odd feel to their dreams as if something in their mental and physical makeup had strayed from that of a normal human’s. This one felt stronger than any he had felt before, however. And it felt oddly familiar. 

A female’s voice pulled him out of thought. He glanced down at her. Her gaze was a little too steady. Usually dreamers had glassy eyes. They weren’t technically awake so there was no need to have such a clear gaze, but the woman before him did. He didn’t show any signs of it phasing him but he was well aware that she had a power similar to his. “It’s your dream, honey. I’m just a part of it. If I had any clue as to what was going on, do you think I would be standing here waiting for someone like you to show up?”

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codenamehalo:

Julie stopped struggling when he told her to, not wanting to anger the stranger. Considering the situation she was if she figured the best would be to keep him somewhat satisfied. For a moment she was relieved that this mad had no relation to Billy. But then, what was he doing here?

When he touched her it took all her willpower not to try to turn her head away. She wanted to close her eyes, but that would anger him. She tried, now that he was touching her, to use her power, to draw his life from his body, but it didn’t work. She wasn’t sure whether it was because it was a dream or because she wasn’t injured. 

“I understand,” she replied to his new order, or tried to anyway. Wit his grip on her face the words came out almost muffled as she could hardly move her jaw. She didn’t know what she had that could possibly interest him, but she didn’t particularly want to find out.

“Good,” he chimed cheerfully, releasing her face. The dream regained its vivid color as the vines loosened and fell away, shifting back into grass swaying once again in the breeze.”I know you’re one of those freaks. What do they call you?” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Deviants or Juveniles whichever one it is.”

“You’re going to tell me exactly  how all this stuff got started. And why I  can now do all this crazy shit.” Alejandro waved his arms and the scene around them changed, shifting from a field to a rundown looking street and back. “Am I supposed to be the boogeyman or something? The next fucking Freddy Krueger?”

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esmeperez:

Esme’s dreams were never anything pleasant. It was the only time her mind was able to let itself be scared. And Esme was afraid of more than she let on. Tonight’s dream was snakes. She was being chased by them, not really sure why. At the end of the road a man appeared and he looked just like Manny. Eyes lighting up, she runs even harder if not only to be in his arms. 

When she appears before him, however, she sees Manny looks…different. “Mi amor. ¿Qué está mal?”

He was startled by screaming. He snapped his head in the direction of the sound just in enough time to a see a beautiful girl racing towards him, looking at him as if he were the most wonderful thing in the world. Her quick Spanish tongue caught him off guard since he had only spoke very little at home as a child. He wracked his mind for the proper words. “No soy tu amante. Podría amarte si quieres.” 

He glanced behind the girl. The snakes had stopped not far hissing and twisting, eager to get a hold of her. He held his hand out to her. “Niña bonita. ¿Por qué estas serpientes te preocupan?”

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mathewofillusion:

Mathew found himself on a familiar street.  The sun was shining bright on the sky and the buildings around him were bright and colorful, happy in a deceiving way. If wasn’t his first time here, and he knew that if he kept walking ahead he would get to that place. When he could see the diner he froze, seeing someone all dressed in black enter. After a few long seconds he turned around, walked in the opposite direction with hurried steps. He couldn’t go back there, not this time. Fast walking turned to running, down the street, round  a corner, round another one, trying to get so far away from the place as possible. Maybe if he didn’t see it it didn’t happen. 

Alejandro was stuck in an unfamiliar town. The best part of dream traveling was seeing the world though you could never tell if everything was exact. Dreams were conjured from people’s memories. Nothing simply appeared out of nowhere. Everything that people imagine is referenced in someway by things they’ve seen or been through. This little street was no different.It had an eerie and dreadful feel to it though, despite the cheerful appearance. He felt movement in this dream field and turned just in time to see a dark clad figure walk into a harmless looking diner. Alejandro could sense no life to this person. He was just a creation of a sleeping mind. 

His gaze shifted over to the man walking hurriedly away from the diner. Why was he running from this person? He stepped over to the diner and pulled open the door. Empty space. That was odd. Dreams usually only had holes if the memory was faulty but everything else was as clear as reality. The darkness chilled his bones and tightened at his stomach. This was a morbid memory. One that only would have showed itself had the dreamer decided to face it. He let the door swing shut before quickly turning to face the retreating stranger. “Hey!” 

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codenamehalo:

The man’s words were enough to make Julie twist again, not as intensely as before but still trying to free her limbs. He might be a stranger, but the way he talked was all too familiar. She looked away from him long enough to look around, then swallowed thickly as she looked back at him.

“Are you Billy’s friend?” she asked, looking up at him, completely ignoring his question for now. Nothing good could come of telling this stranger what she was afraid of. It seemed reasonable that he might be a friend of Billy, he talked about them all the time. 

“Please stop struggling. It’s very rude when someone is trying to talk to you.” Billy? He scraped at her dream world trying to find any hint of the person she was mentioning, yet there was no information on him in this particular dream. But there was an underlay of something that felt familiar. A little twinge that hinted at something that wasn’t normal for people. “I’m sorry to say, my dear, but I have no clue who that is. You’re just as much of a stranger to me as I am to you.”

He moved closer, cupping her chin with his hand and twisting her face to get a good look at her eyes. “You do have something that interests me. I suppose I can stop torturing you for a moment, but, in return, you’re going to answer some questions for me.” The world around them suddenly grew dark as he tightened his grip. “If you don’t comply, I’ll make sure you never wake up from this dream, understand?”

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codenamehalo:

Julie felt something moving against her arms and legs and her laughter stilled. It took her a moment to react, her mind having trouble to adjust from the careless, happy feeling to fear. When she saw what was happening she tried tugging her arms loose, but found that she couldn’t. Then the vines tightened, making her scream out trying harder to get loose. Being stuck terrified her, and it was like the sky darkened above her. then she heard a voice. She looked at the man, halfway expecting it to be Victor or Kyle standing above her. They were the ones who tended to show up in her dreams. And occasionally Billy, but only once in a very rare while. 

The man, or guy, standing in front of her was neither of them though, he was a stranger and for a moment she considered asking him to help her, but the way he smiled made it all too clear he was enjoying this. She opened her mouth, unable to make herself talk. What was there to say really? While looking at the stranger she gave up struggling, giving in to the bonds with a defeated look in her eyes. 

She was in shock. At first her struggling had been amusing. People never seemed to realize they had some control over their dreams. He had removed his influence from the vines, yet they stayed in place, waiting for someone to force them away. But sadly she peaked too early for him. She screamed a little then fell silent, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“Well,” he sighed, somewhat annoyed. “You don’t put much of a fight up, do you? That’s sad. I would’ve liked to hear you scream some more.” Something about her demeanor before had set him off. She was so giddy and playful and seemed like a kind hearted and gentle person. Much like his sister. He felt a prick of anger and saw the red haze flash before his eyes briefly. “You remind me of someone I know.” Alejandro leaned down towards her. “Tell me... what’s your biggest fear?”

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tatianakane:

Tatiana hasn’t had a good dream since waking up from that nightmare. Every night now she saw herself dying, or saw herself withering away. But this night was different. Tonight she was in a space that had no windows, no landscape, or anything other that the fact that it was a room. The colors kept changing and when she looked at herself she was in all white. There was dry blood on the end of her dress and the only thing she could think was “Am I in heaven?”

She was confused for sure, but even more confused when she noticed another person at the far end of the room. Walking towards the person slowly, she calls out, “Hey! Who are you?”

The rooms colors shifted and changed as if Alejandro were within a kaleidoscope that a child was turning. He admired the space and it’s complete lack of functionality, until a voice called him out of his thoughts. He turned to face the girl. His eyes immediately drew to the blood at the hem of her dress. He raised an eyebrow. A nightmare? No, the space didn’t have that heavy, foreboding atmosphere and the dreamer didn’t look frightened. Now that he was looking at her face, she was more confused than anything.

The distance between them should’ve taken longer for him to cross but he knew the dynamics of these things. With every step he folded the place in on itself just a little, until within a matter of seconds he was standing before her. “Who am I? That’s a question I should be asking you since this is your dream. ”

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codenamehalo:

Julie had been nervous to go back to sleep after the strange dream, but she could not stay awake forever and so she reluctantly curled up in her bed and let sleep overtake her. 

Her dream was bright and colorful, she was standing on a green fields with bright colorful flowers spread around. The sky a bright blue and after looking around for a while she felt the urge to run. Not of fear or because she wanted to get somewhere, just because the grass was soft under her feet. So she did, she ran with her arms out to the sides, laughing as she did so. She ran until she didn’t want to run anymore, then she spun around in the grass until she fell to the ground and looked up at the sky, still laughing. She didn’t notice the strange presence in her dream, not yet.

The giggling  reverberated through the space in his ears and caught his attention. The odd thing about dream worlds was the way reality warped. In some dreams he’s seen flowers as tall as trees and vice versa. This dream however was one of the more stable and realistic ones he has ever ventured into. He followed the laughter through the forested area he’d been in only to stumble upon a vast field. “Huh,” he remarked to himself. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been in one this big.”

Movement caught his eye not too far from where he was standing. A girl was there staring up at the sky she had created, her chest heaving with laughter, the kind he had heard echoing through the dream world. She paid no mind to him as he lingered on the edge of the woods. The best way to mess with people was to discover what they feared. Usually if he triggered just the smallest amount of fright, their minds would bring to life everything they tried to run from in life. Alejandro looked at the tall grass around her, watching it sway in the imagined wind. The grass stiffened upon his command, slowly growing over her arms and legs morphing into thick vines. He reached out slightly and clenched his hands. The vines tightened over her limbs holding her trapped while he moved to stand in front of her with a grin. “Hello, there.”

[dreamcastchavez-blog]

Sleep was something that was nonexistent.  He’d gotten it as a child but since the dream walking began, he can’t remember the last time he actually had a dream of his own. His every waking hour and every sleeping hour was spent entirely conscious. This was one such occasion. He’d laid down to rest his body. Before he closed his eyes, he could see the ceiling of his living room. Silence fell on him and he felt light. Like the laws of gravity no longer confined him and he was free from the world and its problems. He opened his eyes and a shock of vibrant colors greeted him. He was in a dream. It looked somewhat pleasant but in his experience he learned nightmares can even have beautiful scenery.

This was his element. He could do whatever he pleased here. “Time for some fun,” he mumbled to himself as he lifted himself from the ground. He adjusted his shirt collar with a mischievous grin before setting off into the dreamworld, intent on finding who created this place.