route_1065 | So Make A Wish On Heaven

Who: Participants of the Dream Plot!
Where: In your dreams!
When: Anytime your character is asleep on April 17th!
Summary: As promised, this is a catch-all log where people can post a character's dream as a top-level comment and allow other holders of our Mysterious Feathers™ to come visit them! Remember that the content of your dream is entirely up to your discretion, but we ask that you only have one, and to please also warn for content as needed!
Rating: PG, and please warn for threads that may go higher!
Log:

[Under the light of the full moon, the Mysterious Feathers™ begin to glow.

In the hours that follow after they sprawl out to sleep, those who had the good fortune (or at least the insatiable curiosity) to pick up one of those feathers earlier in the week will come to discover that something very strange is happening across the regions of Johto and Kanto. There's a saying about what happens when you let your mind wander; this time, though, it's a little more than just one's mind that's going wandering, as dream after dream stretches out before you like a horizon just begging to be chased.

Don't worry about getting lost, dreamers; as real and vivid as they may seem, your surroundings are really only visions and illusions, and in the end the failsafe way to escape from them is to simply wake up. If and when you do, you might feel perfectly well-rested or as on-edge as if you'd just jolted awake from a nightmare; like the dreams themselves, there's really no telling how the experience will play out for you, being different and unique to everyone.

But for now, you've got the whole night ahead of you, filled with places to go and people to see. Might as well make the most of it while it lasts...]

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Al shudders when Heather explains the legend--yyyyup, never getting near one of those ever at all! Folk tale or not, Al wants nothing to do with that level of spoopy.

Heather doesn't get rattled for any of the rest of it, though he does lift a sympathetic hand to her knee. "If it makes you feel better, I probably would have been out there trying to corral them somewhere, too. But what happened to the people in that coma? It doesn't sound like it was just a simple nap."

"Yeah... there were a lot of us out there doing it, but I was a pretty big idiot for lettin' my guard down. It only takes a second, man... Anyway."

She puffs out a sigh, patting the big gauntleted hand on her knee.

"Yeah, it was... Hm. How do I describe it... kinda like this. Everybody wandering in and out of each other's heads. 'Cept, well, almost everything I've seen here has been relatively peaceful. No major night terror shit. That time... not so much."

There's a sense of a smile when she pats his hand, but it fades as she continues the story. He figured it would be something like that, but...

"So all the skeletons in everyone's closets went out on display, so to speak?"

"Pretty much. Or a lot of them, at least. If not all."

There were a number of people she'd run into in her OWN head without necessarily getting to take a peek inside theirs, but she'd seen plenty. For a moment, her flesh crawls at the memory of fighting that spidery woman who'd been keeping a little insect-child chained up, and then again at the thought of getting pulled underground by a thousand groping arms.

"Anyway, I know I look all sunny and harmless, but I PITY the fool who winds up getting stuck in MY brain, because lemme tell ya, there's some weird shit up in there. So naturally, it turned into a veritable vacation spot for like... everybody."

People she hadn't even KNOWN had popped up in there.

"Poor bastards."

Al remembers those weird fetus things from the strange weekend, so it's not hard for him to believe Heather's home wasn't a very good time. And considering she'd said she could relate to Envy on a lot of things...well. "I'd say 'at least it was only a dream', but waking up doesn't always help. What got everyone out of that coma in the end?"

"Not sure. I think people woke up as whichever Shedinja got their souls was knocked out. I was totally useless for a good few days after that, but I guess enough people were out cleaning up that eventually everybody went back to normal. That's the boring part though, to be honest."

She grins, leaning on his head.

"While we were all goin' in and out of each other's heads, Envy wound up in mine. He got stuck in a broom closet and I had to rescue him."

There's a brief shudder at the mention of the souls thing again (so creeeepyyyyyyyyyyy....), but the bit about Envy gets a much bigger reaction.

"He got--no way, Envy did?" Al comes to an abrupt stop and looks up at Heather as best he can before bursting into laughter. "You're kidding!"

With a grin about as wide as the desert expanse they're walking through, Heather holds up a hand.

"NOPE. That's the genuine truth, may god strike me down if I'm lying. I was makin' my way around these hallways and I heard all this banging and cursing-- opened the door and he exploded out of it like a bat outta hell. I think I punched him in the face, actually-- since I was just. Not expecting that at ALL."

He is trying VERY HARD to not bend over with the force of his laughter (psychosomatic reactions, aw yeah), but it finally dwindles enough that he's able to speak again. "Oh god, that is amazing! What the heck did he see that could freak him out so badly?"

"HAHA, dunno, I didn't see it personally-- but I mean, let's be fair here-- knowing the kinda shit that was running around in my head during that whole fiasco, he was probably perfectly justified in being that freaked out."

She sure as hell wouldn't fault anybody for being scared.

"I guess, but still--!" Al lets out a few last chuckles before shaking his head. "Sounds like it could give some of the stuff in our heads a run for it's money."

"I'd bet money on that, yeah."

She says it lightly, and with a laugh.

But she is grateful as hell that she wandered into Al's head and not the other way around. Even if he's probably got a lot more hiding in here than just endless desert... she'd rather deal with his demons than expose him to any of hers.

Silent Hill isn't something she'd wish on anybody.

It happens rather suddenly. Where there had once been dry sand there was now sodden grass, and a hot desert sky became a torrential downpour. The area around them was a small farming village, the only house nearby sitting at the top of a hill, a great old tree growing in the yard. A clap of lightning lights up the landscape, but there's a glow around the place that doesn't seem to leave.

If Al had a stomach right now, it would be twisting up something horrible. As it is he stops abruptly, posture stiff as he stares up at the house he grew up in. "Oh no..."

"--WHOA!"

That's Heather's reaction when the environment darkens around then like someone flicked off a light switch, and splattering rain replaces the hot desert sun.

She throws an arm over her head to shield it, grabbing onto Al's helmet for purchase.

"What the hell is THIS?!"

"A-another memory..."

Al starts walking towards the house without realizing it, lifting up a hand to try and help shield Heather from the rain.

"This...it's where I grew up."

"... Oh."

In most cases, that would probably be something said about HAPPY memories. But this... is clearly not.

And you know what, she's not gonna pry.

She knows more than enough about what it's like to have other people unwittingly stumble into your traumatic childhood memories.

"... Al-- we don't have to go in."

"I..."

He flinches, hearing a faint but horrible yell come from the house as the glow slowly dies away.

"Y...yeah."

He tries to will this whole thing away, go back someplace nicer, safer--

It's not as sudden this time, the rain slowly ebbing away around them, the sky lightening. An unseen pressure dies away, and the scene goes from something out of the beginning of a horror film to a much more idyllic picture.

The tension drains from Al, and he 'sighs' with relief. "Well, I figured that much out, at least."

She hears that yell too, and it sends the hairs on her spine standing on end.

But she doesn't ask about it.

If he WANTS her to know about some horror from his past, he can tell her about it when they're safely awake and not in some abstract dreamscape where memories need to be RELIVED rather than recalled.

She pats his shoulder slightly when the scene slips away and is replaced with soft light and greenery.

"... Yeah, you did. Good job."

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