curious dreams || witches & donnie
@witchofavarice
It seemed like only minutes ago he’d been working at his desk, a wall of coding crawling across the screen of his computer as he ran diagnostics on one of his current projects. Sure, maybe he’d hijacked the roomba for it, but details. That wasn’t important. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be up nearly all night, which had, to a degree, made some of the more delicate work difficult. At least, it had been after the beginning of the incident. It was strange going from having a fully human hand to a thumb and two fingers.
The early morning rays of sun had just been creeping over the horizon when his eyelids finally slid shut, even as the diagnostic tests continued to run on their own, his body no longer able to fight it off...especially considering how late he’d been up the previous night. However, that hadn’t been project related. No, it’d just been a family movie night where they’d decided they were going to marathon all of Lou Jitsu’s movies.
He’d slip into a restful, dreamless sleep though his neck would surely protest when he woke up...except he found himself seated at a rather quaint little garden table in a vast stretch of...countryside? He furrowed his brows, eyes narrowing slightly. This was a dream, wasn’t it? He had never really considered himself a lucid dreamer before, unless his sleep deprived brain was just that burnt out.
But the scientist in him couldn’t turn away without some form of answer, and he began to investigate. First, himself, noting that he was human--not entirely unusual for his dreams, but there were some where he was decidedly not. Then he began to expect the table and his surroundings.
“If this is a dream, I find it very hard to believe my subconscious is just going to summon forth an empty field,” he muttered to himself, folding his arms over his chest. “What sort of chaos are you hiding?”
