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Bad Dream
Kristanna Canon au (but kinda dark - with a happy ending) Rated: M WC: 778
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Kristoff woke with a gasp. The fire had gone out, leaving the room dark and cold. He sat up and shuddered with the nightmare still so fresh on his mind. His room in Arendelle’s castle which had become to seem so familiar to him, now felt strange and uncomfortable.
His body shivered again. The last image of the nightmare still imprinted in his mind; Anna a frozen statue, cold and lifeless before him with a look of desperation on her face. She had died. He was unable to save her.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, hanging his head low and tightly gripping the covers, taking slow, deep, shuddering breaths to try and calm his nerves until he was finally able to shake off the shock of the dream. He walked to the window and opened the heavy drapes, feeling the cold of night from the glass on his bare chest. Dawns light was just cresting on the mountains that surrounded Arendelle, painting the high peaks in a glorious golden light. White tendrils of dying night fires rose from the chimneys of the houses in Arendelle, bringing Kristoff to imagine all the people warm and happy in their familiar beds in their familiar homes.
His mind went back to the nightmare – Anna’s face freezing to solid ice, even after he had kissed her. He didn’t save her. He couldn’t save her. It wasn’t because he didn’t love her, it was because she didn’t love him back. How could it be True Love if it wasn’t mutual?
He dressed slowly, trying to think of anything beside the dream. When he got downstairs for breakfast, Anna was sitting at the table with a book in one hand and stuffing a freshly baked muffin in her mouth with the other. Her face lit up when she saw him.
“Good morning!” she chirped. “Come on and eat. Sit here!” She patted the empty chair beside her.
He smiled at her weakly and took his seat, staring at the vast table filled with food. If he was hungry, he would have a hard time deciding what to eat with all the choices before him, choices that he was still not used to. But he had no appetite.
“Aren’t you going to eat anything?” Anna said with a mouth full of muffin, putting her book down.
He could barely look her in the eyes. “Not hungry,” he mumbled.
It had been two days since Anna’s birthday and he had told her twice that he loved her. She had not yet said it back. He knew he had no right to expect it, and he certainly didn’t want her to say it back disingenuously, but the nightmare had stirred up a very real and deep fear that she didn’t, and would never love him back. And really, he thought, why would she? She was a princess and he was just an ice harvester. An orphan. An outcast. Certainly, she deserved better. He knew she deserved better.
He almost flinched at her touch, pulling him from his thoughts. Her dainty hand was so warm on comforting resting on top of his. His heart ached at the concern on her face when he met her gaze.
“Is everything okay, Kristoff?” she asked softly.
He wanted to look away but he couldn’t pull his gaze from the wonderful sparkle in the brilliant blue of her beautiful eyes. He could feel his heart warming and melting for her all over again, realizing at that moment that no matter what, whether she ever loved him or not, whether they had a future together or not, that he would always love her unconditionally and unflaggingly. She had changed a piece of his heart forever, and no matter the course their lives would take, it would be something that would remain unbroken even if the rest of his heart lay in shatters.
He smiled, placing his large hand on top of hers. “Nothing is wrong, Anna. Just didn’t sleep well is all.”
She smiled gently. “I’ll make you some tea tonight before bed to help you sleep better. That’s what usually works for me anyways.”
“Anna,” he said, taking her small hand between his palms and looking deeply into her eyes with a seriousness he hoped she would understand. “I love you more than anything in this world. I solemnly vow to you, that no matter what happens, I will always love you… until the day I die.” He smiled. “I just need you to know that.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say a word, the hall doors slammed open, startling them both.
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I'm way too emotional at the moment for exploration final day footages but
Some korean ytb put baek focus " Bed Dream"...
Star Wheel in Cubitis
Night of January 1, 2004. Thursday.
Dream #: 13,527-08. Reading time: 1 min 10 sec.
I am in my room in Cubitis with no memory of my age or waking life status. It may be that I am a teenager, though there is no backstory. I am sitting up in bed, which is adjacent to the west wall near the southwest corner, its head to the south as I face north. (This was its last location before I moved to Wisconsin.)
Despite this absence of viable access to my unconscious mind common to dreams (other than when there is emerging liminality during the waking process), I am looking at and contemplating a star wheel, an item I have only seen since living in Australia. (I have no recall of moving to Wisconsin in 1978 or of starting my life in Australia in 1994 as is common in this mode). I notice arcs of printed words but do not study them more closely. I can make out the word "flu" but do not recall its meaning. Looking again, it seems to be "fla" (likely for Florida).
Ultimately, this is the process of attempting to read something in my dream, which I have done since early childhood to enhance my awareness within the dream state. (The act has nothing to do with waking life since it is a deliberate focus on the dream state regardless of my dream self's mode.)
I suspect "flu" is a curious play on associations with flight that occurs as a result of the floating sensation upon entering sleep (or being in liminal space), why I have effortlessly flown during every sleep cycle for over 50 years (automatically easier than walking in dreams). As is typical, words in dreams distort and change, typically into gibberish, due to the lack of viable thinking skills, including language skills.
I Played bed dream
i turn to my right and begin walking down a hallway, lined with rooms. i check inside every one, and every one is already taken. i finally reach the end and there's one last room, the only one with a door.
In some ways it's easy to portray a dream, in that dreams are weird and subjective and incomprehensible, so if you just throw a bunch of incomprehensible stuff together it seems sort of like a dream. In other ways, though, it's hard; if you want to make it really ring dreamlike, you have to go beyond nonsense and find the aspects of dreams that are structured and consistent upon which the nonsense rests. bed dream does this well.
Although the world of breathing, fleshy beds described by the game is certainly weird, the way it's described follows the structure of a dream. There's a clear goal, something the protagonist is working towards, despite having no account as to why. There's a mixture of acceptance and questioning of the unreality of the situation. Echoes of daylight concerns twisted like a kaleidoscope into sleeping imagery.
bed dream is marked as a first draft, and I'm certainly interested in seeing what future drafts look like.
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Was scared awake by a dream at 3 o'clock this morning. Didn't sleep right after that :/
Woke up in sweat and everything.
It's been awhile since that's happened to me...