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I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us

J.G. Ballard

[jadedceclia]

--gardenGnostic is online--

[No more dreambroadcasting! You are WAKING UP]

...

was i just dream crying over breakfast waffles arent that great [...YEAAAH you try to remember but what actually happened in your dream eludes you. Was Karkat made of fire. You think so. Also you tried to apply cosmetics to a sand dune...?]

[Whatever.]

wheres my laptop i thought i had it capchalouged??? no ok ok fine i have my phone 3-4-2-5 alright who is online toda wait wait wait wasnt my laptop trashed didnt i do something wrong no thats a dream probably im sure its finnnn

[Logging on reminds you of what happened.]

shit no wait i cant go back after that jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezeee jeeze jezeeeeeey jeez i should throw this in the trash too if that actually happened because otherwi

[.............]

wait does this mean i wound up spoiling daves dogfood secret 

am i still thinking loudly enough to spoil it even more ...karkat if youre listening you ate dogfood because i mistook dogfood for chili surpriiiiiiiiiiiiiise wow yay confetti here is a mental image of confetti

[Confetti!!!]

[A cake joins the mental image. It turns into an entire party everyone is celebrating something. Who knows who cares it’s a daydream.]

[jadedceclia]

[John doesn't get off the pogostick and you realize it's because he didn't hear you. Yelling into a megaphone doesn't work. He literally doesn't have ears. Time to flail at him and hope he notices? He doesn't. He shoots off into the sky and you watch him go into the fucking sun. He didn't even wave back? The sun blows away so you guess that it must be night-time.]

[Against your better judgement you decide not to sleep and backtrack. There are an army of cars driving into the ocean but there is nothing to hear. You don't know where they're going, probably to the city? You contemplate following them but you don't want to be seen. Something about this is eerie. You retrieve the fishfinger Rose gave you. It has nothing to say. You drop it, then.]

[Ultimately you decide not to follow the cars and just walk along the beach. The stars are pretty.] [Rose is here, suddenly.]

The stars are whats pulling the cars into the water.

[You nod like this makes perfect sense. Of course they are, the cars are thirsty, the water is hungry. Good thing you didn't follow - you'd get eaten.]

[She doesn't respond because she doesn't have a mouth anymore. You lament this fact. You try to draw a mouth on with lipstick; but it's green. So her voice sounds like yours.]

It appears that missing parts is becoming a tr--

[You try to wipe it off. She turns into sand. Only her clothes are left behind. This makes you realize she had been dressed as a firefighter the entire time. You didn't notice. She must be offended.] 

[You pick up the sand and try to take it with you to keep you company. It has nothing to say. Maybe you should give her to the ocean so she can evaporate into a cloud and play the rain but you don't do that because you want to keep her. You carry the sand somehow, deciding to try bring her back, but even though you walk and the landscape changes you can't find anything to help you.] 

[It's so quiet. When you see you're in a forest you feel like there should be more bugs. Animals. Birds. Anything? The stars don't have plans for you. If they do, they indicate nothing. It's so quiet that you drop the sand onto a leaf just to hear it. You were carrying more sand than anticipated and it makes a dune.]

hello?

[But it doesn't reply. You cover it with flowers and converse with it. It still has nothing to say to you. You didn't expect it to. You want it to, though, but you don't know what you can do.]

[You try to draw a mouth on the sand but your lipstick just gets lost. You notice that the flowers are wilting. You decide to get more. The trees are wilting. You don't want this to happen. You climb up the nearest tree but it takes awhile to reach the top, and it's becoming unstable, at any moment it'll collapse. You try to get the stars attention to this problem but the distance is still to large for them to hear. Or maybe they're ignoring you.] 

[With your point, ridiculously high up, you can see that the cars drank up the ocean and are now in a wreck. The tree is brittle and swaying but if you pretend the problem isn't there it should go away. You don't know what to do from there. The tree decides for you. The fall is not unexpected but STILL KIND OF SCARY no it's fine you fell on your ass but it didn't hurt. Everything seems dead, here. The sand dune is gone.]

[You’re cold. You start a campfire. You’ve stopped expecting John or Rose to return and just opt to listen to the fire sounds. Unexpectedly, the fire flares up to be twice your size. You touch it. A shadow casts over you and you see Kanaya.]

hello

[She is holding an egg of some kind.] 

Can I Plant This Here

the forest is barren now

[She? Doesn’t leave? She sits beside the fire with you, clutching her egg. She tells you it is a seed to grow trollmanity.]

do you want me to help find somewhere to plant it?

[For some reason she smiles. She points behind you and you notice the tree that broke before is in full health. She drops the egg onto it, and the yolk breaks over the roots, and a tree explodes from it.]

[You look at Kanaya, who is staring at the tree.]

[She’s wearing a hotdog costume. This doesn’t strike you as weird.]

[You take her arm because if you don’t she’s going to blow away like a hat. You’re wearing a tophat now. Dreamlogic.]

[You approach the tree with her and find that there are just. Trolls. Limp over the branches. They look like corpses but you know they’re just sleeping.]

[One fell down. Like an apple.]

[You don’t feel this is weird. You approach and it is Feferi? Cool. You’ve seen her in person and she’s so--]

[She reminds you of a shark. She grabs your shoulders and her hands are cold. In your surprise you let go of Kanaya. Not that it matters, because now you’re submerged in water and staring uncomfortably into her eyes. Both of your hair billows up in the water, and she blows a giant airbubble, which feels like a scene from Sinbad.]

)(i! Will you keep me company?

yes

[There are fish swimming in the water. They’re glowing.]

GR--EAT! But first I need somet)(ing important...

what is it? ill get it for you

The fishfinger.

[You don’t have it. The fish turn off and so does Feferi. Water is spilling out of her eyes. You are not perturbed. She leaves. Suddenly, you’re alone in a dark water-air-pocket.]

[You sit in the damp sand, dripping wet and cold. You’re wishing you kept the finger. You dig into your pockets and belatedly realize you’re in a tutu. You shake it out. Seeds spill over the ground and grow flowers. You climb them out of the top.]

[You see Nannasprite floating over the water.]

Hello dear! The constellations are dancing above the clouds as they ought. The pesky sun was quite the hindrance to the task. 

is it good that its gone?

Yes! How was it moved? I’m sure it took some crafty gambit.

hmm

Where has John gone, by the by? I want to give him a medallion. Now we needn't endure those long spells without a good visit!

[You shrug, and point behind you. She goes.]

[You realize you’re standing on a flower surrounded with water. You decide to swim.]

[You notice after a few? Time passage? Of this, that the campfire is floating beside you.]

hello

[...It is yelling the word “GREY” at you. This fire has NO CHILL AT ALL... But it’s talking - you don’t want it to leave or splash water on you. You. Just. Give it a friendly and baffled hug.]

[It is fire though and it burns like a motherfuck. When you let go you are on fire. It? Kind of hurts but it’s a dream. So it doesn’t hurt, even though you say it does. You try splashing water at it but you turn into ashes.]

[Buuurn.]

[Your ashes end up getting wet. You become a blob of water and ash and things are dark.]

[This transitions to being in a dark area. You’re in the sky you think? Space?] 

[Stars start turning on. You’re close enough to touch them.]

hello?

[They don’t reply. You’re about to get annoyed when you see someone with no eyes. On closer inspection, they’re a weird monster. You’re a little intimidated.]

the ring will uncoil itself. is there a story you would like to hear? i have one to tell.

i dont understand what you mean. hello

come toward me. we've been waiting and there is not much time.

[You step toward the hooded monster, but something stirs in your mind, prompting the setting to disappear.]

[You find yourself somewhere monotone and boring. Like some kind of jail, or rock, and you immediately feel like leaving. You wander along, quick to discover that it’s some kind of building, and there are so many halls and corridors. You notice a staircase and decide to go down.]

[AND FALL.]

[RIGHT DOWN THEM.]

youve been warned about the stairs bro. youve been told dog.

[Um.]

[The staircase is talking to you.]

hello. have you seen a fishfinger around?

no. put a carpet on me.

have you seen one? 

no

im sorry. where are you

this is a rock

can i come in?

maybe. 

is that dave why does he have a waffle for a head. someone is eating his head. hes dead. 

[You are crying over waffle Dave. The staircase does not console you.]

[jadedceclia]

why am i being so mean to gary jules does he really deserve this

what did he ever do to me i dont know his life i dont know his story im sorry gary

fuck you though that was mean

ok fair enough but im talking to someone else now like idk bill nye??? no not bill nye 

wait what if im still being heard uh... id try to tell a joke to cover up literally everything wait no dont think that but i know all the punchlines so that wont work also why would you want me to talk to you atm after that its just kind of shameful wait crap scratch the last thing i am trying to not think the wrong thing but it is weird i am thinking not talking or typing its weird to try to prevent thinking weird crap that you dont deserve to hear wait no i mean that im trying to be polite about ok that works  

uh

do you like books

i cant converse one-way with you in my head wow fuck that its weird as hell and its different to thinking of what to SAY because there is no filter what goes out its literally just any ridiculous thought that limps its way across like something with a limp a poodle noooo thats sad

[What if Bec had been a poodle. You think on this for a moment.]

do you like poodles

wtf

dumb thought and i am not even talking to anyone i am just lying in bed thinking about poodles and

[You notice a banana between the folds of the blanket. You pull it up. It has white mold on it? Ew? You fling it at the wall and watch it just kinda slide down like a sad ball of slime. Actually you should probably eat? You rummage under your pillow and just. Eat a cookie that you find.You wonder who the first person to make a cookie was and what they were thinking at the time. Were they just goofing around? Was it PLANNED? Who knows.]

[Also who first ate eggs? DRANK COW MILK?? WHO LOOKED AT A COWS UDDER AND DECIDED TO DRINK FROM IT.]

[Now you want milk. Bafflingly. You opt not to get it because you’re trying to sleep. Thank God Nanna doesn’t know what’s going on?]

[...]

[YOU HOPE?]

[You stress about this possibility and tell yourself that you will not leave your room again.]

[........Oooor go online. You don’t really want to know what your friends have to say after that display. You decide to take it as a warning from paradox space or something.]

[Yeah okay you can’t go online you should leave them be. You’ll arrive at the new session someday, you can see alts of those people if they’re still alive, you should have just been grateful for that possibility alone.]

[Shit you are thinking indecent thoughts again aren’t you crap okay you hope it wears off soon this can’t possibly be any fun for your GODDAMN BRAIN AUDIENCE.]

[...OK JUST. THINK OF A BOOK STORY]

[You do this for awhile. As time passes the plot derails itself, characters are replaced with friends, events make less sense than they should have, people are talking contrary to their personality about? Nothing? Something about balloons... Rose glares at you and passes a fish finger... it’s alive... the eel swam out of the pit this is your fault... dont go swimming in there, evade the car, John get the fuck off the pogo stick...]

[DREAMING.]

[jadedceclia]

all around me are familiar faces worn out places worn out faces all around me are familiar faces worn out places worn out faces all around me are familiar faces worn out places worn out faces

how do you wear out a face anyway is it like wearing down a car tire

all around me are familiar faces worn out places worn out faces

why is this song so bleak does this person hate being around people they know and love fuck this person hes probably the guy who wore out the faces 

all around me are familiar faces worn out places worn out faces

i want to fight him but hes dead what god teir would he be consumer of shit consumer of shit is a fantastic title who doesnt paradox space have consumer of shit shit, the aspect of general fecal matter and badness consumer, someone who gulps it down readily while being pretentious and lonely despite being around everyone

all around me are familiar faces worn out places worn out faces

go drink a shit-slurpee you shit-slurper stop invading my consciousness with your sloppy bullshit

actually i am a fully realized consumer of shit, i died on my questbed, choking on a vat of steaming shit

of fucking course you did

yeah but the shit was collected locally

oh how locally?

well you know how you can get maple sryup from maple trees?

no shit, consumer. did you drink it all.

well ok this shit was collected from what falls out when you talk

i cant believe i just got owned by gary jules

i can

fuck off, gary

[jadedceclia]

internal train of thought

Trixie stood up and said cheerfully, “Gleeps, that was good news!” 

What’s so good about it?” Mart (fuck you mart)  argued. “One more person has sighted a sasquatch.”

(what does a sasquatch look like even are they even real)

“Yes, but this time it’s so far away that we’ll get a good night’s sleep without anyone having to stand guard.”

“Trixie’s right!” Knut shouted.

i have to stop omg what kind of name is knut. is that pronounced like nut??? kut???? ka-nut??? ku-nu-tee?? it looks like fun being on a camp though what if everyone camped

[Extended daydream about John, Rose, Dave, Davesprite, Kanaya, Terezi, Karkat, Sollux, and Feferi camping and the site is on EARTH. The sasquatch turns out to be Bec all along. Nothing bad happens they just talk about things they like and trade stories. John likes paranormal lore so he tells ghost stories, Feferi talks... about... princessy royalty-things, but since you don’t know much, she talks about it in a more human way than is actually true. You and Kanaya talk physics and that part of the daydream lasts awhile. Dave and Davesprite do a rap-battle, but, you’re very bad at rapping so their imagined rap-battle is more of a childish back-and-forth limerick. Rose and Karkat talk about books because they’re nerds. Sollux can-- okay, you revise, Aradia is in the daydream. Aradia finds a dinosaur fossil in the dirt and everyone is in awe and glad and excited... and then John chokes on a smore and dies.]

[...]

[You try again.]

[John chokes on a smore and dies again.]

[What on Earth...]

[...You realize that the smore has been peanut-based, and John is allergic.]

[You try again, but the smore isn’t peanutty. John chokes on a smore and dies.]

[John chokes on a smore and you SAVE HIS LIFE.]

[...]

[The daydream can return as normal, John is glad that you saved him from vicious chocolate-death, and you both talk goofy things and hug a lot. Then the daydream just turns into lots of hugging John and you forget you were mind-entertaining your imaginary friends at your imaginary get-to-gether.]