What hath night to do with sleep?

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

[remdweller-blog]

☆ karim-beckett:

“Well maybe you can grab a ticket and walk on out of here,” Karim snapped. He frowned as they continued to walk through the prison. It was all different now that she was here. He could walk freely, but the inmates still kept their wary eyes on him and followed the both of them everywhere. They had menacing looks and all looked like they were hiding something. “You better find a way out and fast,” he told her. The inmates were picking up their pace and studying them to find the best way to attack. “They’re after me because I put a lot of them in here.” He remembered the words his friend, Holden, told him when he first got there. Some praised Karim for beating down an abuser, but many were pissed at him for putting them in jail. They never forgot the guy who could walk through walls like a ghost. “Go before they attack. It’s not going to be pretty sight. Can’t you just dream up a door and walk out of it and leave?”

❝Yeah... doesn’t work like that, due.❞ She shot him an annoyed glance. ❝I didn’t choose to be here. I just am. Now, we both have to deal with it.❞ She hated dreams like these, they were the sort that never seemed to end until you were at the peak of intensity. On top of that, she was unfamiliar with the setting and couldn’t seem to change it much. ❝Put us somewhere else. Focus on something else. This is your dream.❞ She motioned towards the increasingly scary mob. ❝Ah, a vigilante? Could have used you back home and no I cannot just dream up a door. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get rid of me.❞

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☆ myriambeckett:

Myriam’s face grew more serious as Dami explained what she’d seen in her head. She studied the younger woman’s face for while deciding what to do with the information. “I didn’t want you to.” Myriam’s voice wasn’t harsh or mean it was just sure. “I-I just don’t need anyone knowing.” 

❝My apologies. I try not to sleep too close to people, but I don’t always have much of a choice.❞ Dami furrowed her brow. ❝Knowing which part? I do promise, that I have no intention of sharing any part of your dream with anyone. I’ve never spilled anyone else’s dream secrets. That stuff should stay private, I think.❞

[remdweller-blog]

☆ karim-beckett:

Karim clenched his jaw as he looked to inmates slowly encroaching on them. The guards stood still with their arms by their sides or on their weapons. How did this girl get here? He didn’t know her at all. “Dami?” Karim glanced back at prisoners and then back to Dami. “How the hell did you get here?” Was this her power? As the inmate started walking towards them faster, he took hold of Dami’s arm. “Run.” He started pushing guys and maneuvering through the crowd towards the front of the yard. “It’s not a dream,” Karim said. It’s a memory…he thought. He glanced back as he pushed the gate open to get back into the prison. “I’m going to let you know that this doesn’t end well, so you should get out of here.”

Dami could feel her heart starting to race in her chest. She could control the environment of her own dreams, but that which surrounded her was most definitely not under her control. ❝Oh, you know, I just bought a ticket and hopped on a train... I’m a dream walker. It just happens.❞ She immediately responded to the hand on her arm and began to run with him. Cardio, it seemed, was one of her strong suits and in dreams at least she didn’t have to worry about falling over. ❝I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t a dream, but if it’s more than that... I guess that I can understand.❞ She looked over her shoulder at the angry inmates. ❝I’ve been in hopeless-looking situations before... and besides I don’t know the way out quite yet. Why are they after you?❞

[remdweller-blog]

☆ myriambeckett:

“Sounds terrible.” Myriam agreed with a smile. She did her best to not remember her dreams but sometimes they got the best of her. “See anything interesting in my head?” Her words were still gentle not accusatory of the other woman who sat beside her. 

❝Not if you didn’t want me too.❞ Dami rubbed the back of her neck where a knot seemed to have formed from the haphazard way she’d been slumped over the counter. ❝But I will say... it seemed like more teeth fell out than you should have had in your mouth in the first place. It’s a common glitch in those dreams it seems.❞

[remdweller-blog]

☆ karim-beckett:

Karim found himself in handcuffs again. He was alone this time other than the two guards leading him down the hall. He was taken to the courtyard where other inmates were talking, exercising, or playing games. As Karim stepped inside, the whole yard went silent. Everyone looked up and stared at him as he walked through. Their eyes followed him as he walked towards the middle. A girl, probably his age or only a couple years younger, stood in the center looking confused as to where she was. Karim had never seen her before in his dreams about prison. Something strange was happening. “Who are you and what do you want?” he asked. He glanced over at her, but then continued to watch the inmates to make sure they didn’t make a move towards them.

Dami studied her surroundings. She didn’t recognize any of the other people around her until she turned back to face forward. She’d seen him around campus, but didn’t know his name or why he’d be dreaming about prison. Even without the minor recognition, she could tell the dream belonged to him. He could be seen in the center of the image and seemed to be more present than others. Dami glanced at the other inmates who seemed to hold reservations for him. Turning back, she swallowed. ❝I’m Dami. I don’t want anything. I must have fallen asleep studying... What’s your name again? And... why are you dreaming of prison?❞

[remdweller-blog]

☆ OPENSTARTER || [wandering through a dream]

Dami’s eyes opened, while remaining closed. Her body lay in a state of rest while the rest of her began to walk forward. A glance to the left and right revealed a corridor that was both similar and different from that which she expected from her dormitory. She found herself in a long hallway with no real memory of arriving, but only one door decorated the wall farthest from her. She tilted her head to the side, glancing behind her before looking forward again. The door seemed to have moved closer, close enough for her to reach out and slowly turn the knob. She felt a gust of wind pull her forward until she’d arrived in someone’s dream, the door slamming shut behind her.

[remdweller-blog]

☆ myriambeckett:

“Dear God,” Myriam rubbed her face a couple times before gathering herself. “When I dream yeah,” Myriam said with a sigh not wanting to get too deep into a conversation about herself. “I’m sorry, what happens if you get stuck?”  

Dami sighed, starting to stretch out in her seat, looking around to make sure she hadn’t knocked anything over in her sleep. She made a point not to mention anything in the dreams. That often made people very uncomfortable. ❝Oh yikes. Sleep paralysis. Not a fun time. Basically, even though you’re not in your dream, I still will be except I’ll also be awake and not able to move it’s really weird.❞

[azianxpersuasionwrites]

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Dami Shah

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☆ logan-reynolds:

Logan watched, completely mesmerized, as the cup arced in the air and landed perfectly in the trash. It had to be one of the most incredible things he’d seen tonight, but it didn’t quite come close to– “Ethan’s been keeping track of that–or he might’a been. I can’t remember. He’s the best though, d’you know Ethan?”

Dami perked a brow as he continued his ramblings. ❝Do I know him? Well, I’ve heard of him... twice now.❞ She smirked. ❝Seems you’re quite the fan.❞ Of course, Dami knew Ethan. Pretty much everyone in the school knew him. ❝But I’m not sure that your assessment is entirely accurate because, well, I’m the best and I’m not a fan of sharing my title.❞

[remdweller-blog]

☆ alyshaxking:

The woman nodded taking another sip of the champagne. “It’s not healthy to go that deep into delusions like some people do. Like a new year means a fresh star. It really just means a new day.” Alysha let out a hum in thought. “I have no idea what IEP is but you could try caffeinated chocolate. Like have a piece or two when your first alarm goes off or something.”

❝Definitely not. Go too far and you’ll get stuck there.❞ She shrugged with a small smile. ❝Individualized Education Plan. Just includes a few academic accommodations to help me keep up with my coursework despite my narcolepsy.❞ She smirked and sipped at her coffee. ❝Sounds like a good idea. I’ve heard of chocolate covered espresso beans. I might need to try some of those.❞

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☆ myriambeckett:

“Oh no, what time is it?” Myriam said sitting up quickly from her desk looking at all the work around her. She hadn’t intended to sleep in the lab again but she’d been avoiding walking home by herself. Myriam’s heart raced for a second as she tried to recall if she’d projected in her sleep, as always she couldn’t recall. 

“Goddamn it.” She said rubbing her face a few times. 

❝Like... Five.❞ Dami rubbed her own eyes at her station near the corner of the lab. She’d stayed after to make up for missed class time only to fall asleep again. ❝Do you always wake up so suddenly? I was barely out in time.❞ She ran her hands over her face as she tried to wake herself up fully. 

[remdweller-blog]

☆ logan-reynolds:

“Anything?” Logan inquired curiously as he stumbled slid in place, looking between her and the DJ. Absolutely nothing mischievous began brewing in his buzzed brain… “What about the Macarena? The Cha-Cha Slide? The Electric Slide? Or the greatest hallmark of public school shindigs: the Hamster Dance?”

❝Anything.❞ Dami shot back, assuredly. ❝Though, the hamster dance just barely makes the cut in my humble opinion. It would have to be a remix or something. The repetition is killing me.❞ She chugged the last of her coffee before tossing the paper cup into the trash, she only hoped that it would hold her until midnight. ❝So, exactly how much have you had to drink this evening?❞

[remdweller-blog]

☆ alyshaxking:

“Exactly,” Alysha agreed. That was her thinking anyways. “New Years resolutions are just made to see how much of a liar you can be to yourself.” That and make new jobs in the health industry for at least several weeks. “Those are realistic goals. You could eat chocolate every time you go to a class you were planning on skipping.”

❝Yeah, I’m not really in the business of delusions.❞ She instinctively put her hand on a nearby chair to balance herself as she laughed. ❝Hey’s that’s a pretty good idea. Though, it’s usually not skipping I have a problem with. It’s more like accidentally sleeping through them, but we’re working on it and, luckily, my IEP helps me out a little bit with that one.❞

[remdweller-blog]

☆ timmyhughes22:

“You’re really m-missin’ out. But str-straight espresso i-is a b-badass move.” He laughed finishing off what was left of his flask.“Oh, whiskey. I’m dr-drinkin’ whiskey. You uh…you want some?”

❝Oh trust me, I’ll miss more if I drink that. I’ll be out like a light.❞ Dami laughed. ❝I have a sleep disorder. The espresso will probably mess me up tomorrow, but I’m more concerned with staying up tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll worry about the consequences of my actions.❞ 

[lizzaloverz]

Lizzzza

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☆ timmyhughes22:

“O-Oh…no, I-I’m good.” Timothy shrugged, taking another sip from his flask as he looked the girl over.“Whatcha dr-drinkin’?” He asked with a slight slur.

❝Thank God. I’m not exactly the best in stressful situations.❞ Dami laughed picturing herself trying to give CPR and promptly fall over onto whoever she was trying to save. ❝This? This is straight espresso. And that?❞ She nodded towards his flask with a smirk.