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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!
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
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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
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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)
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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
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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.
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He paused, a shadow crossing his features.
“Ran into some trouble a few years ago—now I’m serving time.”
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"What kind of trouble?"
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“Got caught fighting a war back home against guys like me.” He replied, voice less quiet and more hollow this time. “Soldiers who followed orders in a war they didn’t ask for but still had to fight.”
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"It is what it is." he replied quietly. Staring down at his hands, he wished for his knife, the solid, cool comfort of steel to run his fingers over, the well worn grip that fit into his hand like an extension of his limb. Not to use, not to strike, but just to remind himself that he was safe--that the world was real around him despite the lack of gunfire.
"People get hurt when they could have prevented it--civilians can't accept it as inevitable, someone has to take the blame. I did some stuff I'm not proud of, I admit it...but everyone I hurt, I gave twice the benefit of the doubt they gave me."
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"Why's it gotta be you taking the blame?" Was he, oh gods above, some kind of self-sacrificing hero type? Just get luck she couldn't avoid them even in dreams. "We've all done shit we're not proud of. Doesn't mean you have to accept the punishment for others, too."
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"Wasn't like that." he explained. "Like I said, it was war on the homefront. History belongs to the victors, and I lost that war. Means I took the fall...but it wasn't all bad, y'know?"
He kept his gaze on the water, withdrawing his fingers. They were wet and cool, being exposed to the open air. He liked places that were cool and wet before...now they reminded him of the mine, the caves...the rats.
John rubbed his hands together, spreading the wet over his fingers and palms. Let it turn to familiar damp, sink into callused skin--thin it, turn it into something soothing instead of cloying, the water on his fingers.
"Least inside, I knew where I stood. People who hated me had a reason, same for people who liked me. Even had a cell to myself so I wouldn't hurt anyone."
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Sun Spear watched him for a moment, seemed to grow bored, and then glanced off again. "So, what, you were just going to sit there forever, then?"