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TDM #1 - What Dreams May Come

What Dreams May Come
Dream On
Welcome to the Dreamscape. A beautiful, endless dream where you and a bunch of other unique and interesting minds from across the multiverse have been gathered to connect, commiserate, and make the impossible... possible! There are many fantastical realms to explore and even more to come, and you are given your very own Nimbus Cloud to serve as your home. This puffy pink cloud will host a pocket dimension just for you where the only limit to what you can create is your own imagination. Missing personal items or locations from the waking world? No problem--- the only thing you have to do in order to earn feathers, the local currency, is make meaningful connections with others. In fact, making these meaningful connections seems to be the only task assigned to you by your mysterious host, the Outsider.

The only catch? You can't wake up until the Outsider wakes you. And it's not clear when that will be--- if ever.

Make your way in this ever-changing dream realm, find friends and allies to earn Feathers, and navigate strange and fantastical Dreamscape-wide events as you and your new neighbors try to unravel the mystery of what exactly the Outsider wants, and what it will take to escape the never-ending dream. The Outsider isn't just an NPC, either--- they're joining you on your adventures!
WHAT
The grand opening of Perchance to Dream!
WHEN
9/13/2022
QUICK NAV
I'm Only Sleeping


♫♪♩♬

When you go to sleep that night, it is like any other night. After a long day of living your life in the waking world, you dress down for the night, lie your weary head down, close your eyes, and begin to drift off, as you normally do. However, just as you are about to fall asleep, there is a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that something has changed.

But you drift off nonetheless.

When you rise, you find yourself still in the same bed you went to sleep in, but that bed has been… transported, somehow, to a broad and otherwise empty room. Your feet hit the black marble floor, but even if they are bare, they don’t feel cold. Around you are tall arches, beyond which is a rich, pink, sunset sky, and fluffy clouds drifting lazily by, sometimes close enough that parts of them intrude on the room.

On one side of the room, there is a door. Tall and austere, it looms overhead, bearing a carving of a strange blue eye. You feel awake, yet you know you are dreaming. Never in your life have you had a dream like this, so breathtakingly lucid. You feel foreign here, but welcome, like a guest. It’s an odd feeling, but perhaps it is familiar.

At the foot of your bed, there is a note on a small black slip of paper, written in lavender ink. It’s addressed to you by name.

“If you want answers, come find me at the Torn Oak. Otherwise, make yourself at home. Welcome to the Dreamscape.

-The Outsider”

The only way out is through the door. When you exit it, it slams behind you, and is gone if you turn around. You begin to get the sense that you’re going to be here for a while.


The Dreaming Tree

♫♪♩♬

The first area that you come into contact with is a sprawling field of stark white vegetation under a deep purple sky. At the base of the hill upon which you stand, you can see a tree that is particularly large, that seems to be standing perfectly upright despite being torn completely in half just above the stump. A blue wooden door with a silver handle stands in the gap between the body of the three and the stump below. It seems this place has an interesting penchant for disembodied doors. Still, this is probably the “Torn Oak” referenced in the note from the room before.

Should you go in, you’ll find before you a fantastical structure that looks almost like a shrine--- four shimmering crystal pillars, a glass chandelier, and a pedestal with a glowing sphere swirling with light. And beside that, there stands a strange figure. A person with periwinkle skin and a long, slender body, draped in a cloak with golden eyes that moved and blinked. On their head, a pair of horns and a golden halo, and a pointed tail flicked around their ankles. They had three eyes, one seated up on their brow, all of which were that strange, eerie blue that the one carved into that large black door had been.

“Hello there!” They greet you cheerfully. “I’ve been expecting you. I’m sure you have questions!”

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)


♫♪♩♬

The Outsider, your host, is more than happy to explain the purpose of this place. You are in the Dreamscape, a special pocket of the collective unconscious of the entire omniverse, and they’ve plucked the dreaming minds of a hand-picked selection of people out of their own dreams, to be here in this mystical place. They cannot tell you why, exactly, but they want you to make meaningful emotional, mental, and physical connections with other dreamers, particularly those who you do not know, and they’re willing to reward you for doing so.

Perhaps you want to get started on collecting right away. The Outsider has kindly informed you that the best way to do this is to go and make some new friends. The likelihood that you’ll find another dreamer or two walking around the grassy knoll outside the Torn Oak or heading up or down the colossal escalator leading up into the sky itself is pretty high. Perhaps you’ll even find someone who wants to walk with you over to the Glass Lake, where the water’s surface can be walked on to get a better view of the Rainbow Koi. For some reason, no matter how many people go there or how inviting it seems, no one else besides you and the person or people you went with ever seems to be anywhere around, making it surprisingly private.

Sleepwalking

♫♪♩♬

If the immediate area doesn’t strike your fancy and you’re looking for some other options, you might consider heading to the Barren Freeway. The long stretch of paved road is oppressively isolating and terribly eerie, but it can lead to so many other places, be they strange, temporary locations from the corners of your mind that disappear when you leave, or the Twisted City itself.

Bustling and full of life, there is always something to do or see in the Twisted City. Restaurants, shops, night life, libraries, parks--- and it almost looks like a normal town, if you can ignore the bubbles in the sky, uncanny structures in the street, and the fact that nothing ever seems to stay in the same spot. Though if you get lost and need to get back to the Freeway, the Submarineway has a stop right by there. Maybe in the process of finding your way, you can find a friend.


bigbadrose: (Trolololol!)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2022-09-28 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. He lived on the Estates, same as me. We grew up together. A few years older than me, but a total crybaby. 'Til he grew up, literally when I wasn't looking. [Because she wasn't there at the time.] Now he's a secret agent, super soldier.

Mickey Smith.

But he'll always be the crybaby that skinned his knee and still didn't even land that far away to me.
theydrewfirstblood: (smile{ gentle)

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2022-09-28 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Something in him wants to grieve at that--seeing the expression on her face as she talks about her friend, knowing he became a soldier.

He knows what's lost when that happens. Not everyone has seen what he's seen, but...

John just gives her hand a squeeze, his expression a little more open, softer and warmer.]


I hope he is--he sounds like a good man, like a good friend.
bigbadrose: (I'll do my best yeah?)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2022-09-28 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[Aw that sadness. She wonders if that's the difference in the end. She's never had to kill. For all the death she's seen...]

[She gives a tight grin back!]
He is. He's on the other side -- um not death I mean, back at my home base. With my parents, making sure when I get done my missions everything's stable. Sometimes I think "I should really feel a bit guilty about all this." Because if it weren't for me, he wouldn't be in the thick of it. Bit like his skinned knees. But I've seen how he is without me too, and I guess.. [She shrugs and squeezes John's hand right back!] That makes me think, nah he's better off with my help.
theydrewfirstblood: (up{ small smile)

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2022-09-29 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Rose is strange, but it’s a good thing. She talks like she’s seen action, but so little blood clings to her. She understands…but she’s not ruined by it.

It’s not a conscious thing, deciding that he will do anything to keep that from happening.]


Soldier’s code. You watch my back, I watch yours.

[The way his gaze fixes on her…yeah, Rose, you may have been very aggressively adopted, because he’s also talking about you. He’s watching your back now.]
bigbadrose: (Being cute!)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2022-09-29 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yay! She needs about 20 soldier types to try to keep her safe, but she's a little surprised, it's somehow even more intense than Jack. Now where's the difference in that? Maybe just honesty. Jack always tried to be ever the smooth talking charmer, John was a lot more honest and direct. Like the best part of the Doctor, but human enough to do that with himself.]

I'll definitely have your back. [Soft smile, because she would for everyone and anyone. That's what made her job so hard, but in some ways, so doable.] But-- [A face scrunch and she goes coy and cute!] I'm not an official soldier or anything. Not even a combat medic. So dunno how useful I'll be. [Well, she faced down the devil himself with nothing but a nailgun, and she knew more than most about the end of the world, so not completely useless!] I'm basically on the diplomacy side. Talk and distract, and maybe negotiate, until the real firepower shows up, yeah? Not even a real scout. [Because there was no returning to places that went dark, they were gone. But she's kind of a scout. Kind of?]

[Anyway John's hand gets another reassuring squeeze!]
theydrewfirstblood: (grin{ happy)

[personal profile] theydrewfirstblood 2022-09-29 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, you are.

[Because if fighting and coming home has taught him anything, it's that not all soldiers are drafted, commissioned, or ever pick up a gun. Medics are a perfect example, and he smiles at the fact that she brought that up. Goes even more to his point.]

Soldiers fight. We can't help it. We fight, we survive...we win, if they let us.

[He tilts his head again, still smiling.]

And if they won't let us win? I got you to talk 'em into it.
bigbadrose: (wolfish grin)

[personal profile] bigbadrose 2022-09-30 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
[All the laughs.] Okay, but I have literally never once succeeded. [YUP.]

[Actually... Did she with Jack? Sort of??? Not really. So... nope.]