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[ooc: So okay. Dream sequence post! If you want your pup to have a wacky dream sequence involving meeting Intuition, tag away! If you want more information about what the heck I'm talking about, ping at pythianhabenero!]

Intuition is dreaming.

For the first time since becoming human, she's dreaming as herself, properly abstract - drifting through the fantastic realms of the human subconscious, brushing up against a thought here, touching down in a familiarly unfamiliar landscape there.

Perhaps the next dream she touches will be yours.

Perhaps it won't.

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[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Ruth Hollins is dreaming. And her threads are rarely PG rated. But then, neither is her life.

She's on a ship at sea. The Alethea in everything but name, where they're in the middle of a pitched battle.

Every single face is someone Ruth recognises. Her crewmates, certainly, but a wide selection of women as well, dying apparently at random.

Ruth herself, dressed in a long flowing dress, is standing central to the main deck, the weapons in her hands constantly changing while no one comes close enough for her to use it.

At this second she's brandishing a stem rose.

[npwa.livejournal.com]

Len fell asleep in a makeshift cave.

(It was really a collapsed building.)

Now, in her mind, the same landscape takes shape around her -- barren, gray, empty, dead.

She reaches out to touch a broken wall, but her hand goes right through it.

She thinks she's dead, too.

[wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com]

They were going east with Parker and Phoebe. Then there were lights and sounds. Now Bridgette is all alone, with no time to be sad or worried for people she can't find.

She stayed awake long enough to see her sister Marie fall asleep. She told herself she'd stay awake and watch her and chase the nightmares away.

She didn't.

--

Bridgette is in her bed (she always gets the top bunk), with all her dolls next to her - even the ones she gave away last year to give the poor kids a happy Christmas, even the stuffed bunny she reluctantly donated to Marie when she was born.

"Bridge," Ariel says, and Bridge looks down to see her sister where she hadn't been before. "C'mere. We're going to look for treasure."

Ariel is beside her on the top bunk without having climbed the ladder. Bridgette obediently sits on her older sister's lap, though in real life she never would. A map is laid out by hands (Ariel's?) in front of them. On the map is a big X, gleaming red like blood.

"That's where the treasure is, Bridge. X marks the spot." Even in a dream, Bridge feels offended that Ariel thinks she needs to be told that.

"You have to remember the way, Bridge. It's really important. Follow the yellow line."

"I want sapphire slippers. Not ruby. Rubies are dumb." It's only then that Bridgette remembers the movie she knows that from. She opens her mouth to ask for a pet lion.

"Bridge," Ariel corrects, more gently than Ariel ever would. "Look at the map. Remember the way."

Bridgette sighs heavily and studies the map.

"Got it," she says eventually, looking around for Ariel.

Ariel is gone. Bridgette sits on her bed, alone except for her toys. The room is dark - she can't read the map anymore. It's time for bed.

Mommy would've put the nightlight on if Mommy were here.

[not-a-dragon.livejournal.com]

Long doesn't dream like humans do. Some things are two-dimensional, and some things are three-dimensional, and some things are vaster, up and up to thirteen dimensions. It's a labyrinth of many levels, ever-changing, with only one real constant.

When Long dreams, he doesn't appear as he is in life, bound in some ridiculously frail, stupid human body. Long curls around the labyrinth as he is truly, one great and glowing serpentine dragon, bright blue but glittering with silvers, greens and violets. The walls of the maze aren't obstacles for him: He slides through them as if they were water.

[notmostpeople.livejournal.com]

When dreaming, Gabriel tends towards extremes.

Tonight, he's huge.

Huge and helpless, because although he's in the shop with planet Earth neatly dissected and spread and pinned like a dead butterfly to be inspected under magnifying glasses the size of continents -- he can't find a path back to Intuition. Not one. Not anywhere.

In this instance, the lack of pathways represents brokenness -- because how can a world without them be right and whole? -- and the fact that he can't fix it is... well. It seems that it's possible, in a dream, to be tiny at the same time as large. At least, Gabriel's managing it.

[torch-reporter.livejournal.com]

Chloe is dreaming. She's not sure she understands the dream, but it's a dream nonetheless.

There are newspapers flying around the basement room in the Planet. Newspapers that are, specifically, attempting to cloth a rather naked Clark. Meanwhile, Chloe is just sitting at her desk, feet up, and an amused smirk on her face.