hadriel_logs | Event Log: Dreamwalker

Who: Everyone!
What: The Dreamwalker event
Where: In your comfy bed and your sleepy head.
When: May 16th-26th
Warnings: Good dreams, weird dreams, bad dreams, straight-up nightmares. Please remember to tag for warnings in the header if things are going to be bad!

Have you been having trouble getting a good night's sleep? Tossing and turning, unable to rest those tired eyes? Or maybe you don't sleep at all, and never have. Not to worry! For a little while, you'll have no trouble at all falling asleep - in fact, as night falls, you'll find yourself overwhelmed with exhaustion whether you want to sleep or not. Lay down and rest your weary head, friends. Everyone could use a little extra sleep.

But what will your dreams bring? Something happy, images of a perfect day? Something hopeful, something you've wanted for a long time? Maybe you'll dream of anger, of the face of your worst enemy. Or maybe - just maybe - you'll have a horrific nightmare, and wake screaming, covered in cold sweat.

Not before others have time to see it, though. As you sleep, as you dream, the other residents of Hadriel, friends and enemies and people you've only met once, might find their way into your dreams. Or you might find your way into theirs - and then have to deal with someone's else's nightmares, or hopes, or anger. For the next ten nights, you'll find yourself either a host or a visitor, and no matter how you try you won't be able to stay awake once night falls.

Sweet dreams, Hadriel. Don't let the asshole fear gods bite.

► This log covers May 16th-26th.
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► You can't die in the dreams, but if you somehow manage to trip and fall and kill yourself getting out of bed, please report it on the death post.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Sometimes Dean feels kind of bad for Sammy being left out, but this time not so much - he'll get his turn when he's bigger. 'Sides, it's not like he doesn't take care of him the rest of the time.

But no okay, he doesn't contradict it. Even if he does roll his eyes a little bit, not wanting to admit that his Dad being around is a nerve wracking thing if only because this car? Is the third baby of the family and while Dean's sure he's not gonna ruin it, it's by far harder to concentrate when he's being watched by particularly intent hawk.

Which is why Dean heaves an eager breath when John finally lifts his hands and surrenders, tells Dean to pull off to the side so they can get out, which Dean does as the car stutters to a stop all over again. Hey, he's trying. ]

Don't worry so much, Dad- we got it.

Totally got it, no problems at all, I’ll be right here with him.

[Noah’s all ‘you can trust me, authority figure!’ smile, which he learned from Gansey. He climbs out of the back and quickly takes up the shotgun seat, buckling his seatbelt and everything.]

How old’s this car anyway? It’s hella classic.

[ Who knows if John actually trusts the kid, that's a question to be asked for another day, but Dean's all grins by the time Noah makes it up to the front seat, preparing himself for the first gear process all over again. ]

It's a '67. Dad's first car, but you'd think it was actually his firstborn.

First car, firstborn, same difference right? Totally older than I am, anyway.

[Okay maybe that's not something you say to the actual firstborn, but whatever. He attentively waits for Dean to start working with the gears again. Look, yes he is totally here to shoot the shit and all that but he is also intending to make good on the promise to help with it.]

[ He'll get there, he will! He swears! He just has to stall it two more times, grumbling under his breath each time he has to restart the ignition. Though, it's partially because he's distracted by conversation but that he honestly doesn't mind.]

You and me both. Still- not gonna let some raggedy ass shitmobile be my first car. Not when this thing is sittin' in the garage.

[Noah tries to not be a distraction! He murmurs some encouragement in any case, as well as any advice he can give. 'ease up on that, wait a second before you try again', that kind of deal.]

Whaaaat, you don't dream of owning a third hand '91 Honda civic after learning to drive on this? I'm shocked, totally shocked.

[Noah grins.]

[ Are we back into second gear by now? Yes we are indeed, how so helpful Noah. And Dean might almost be laughing, that highly amused head shaking thing he does. ]

God, kill me now. Why's it always gotta be a goddamn Civic? Or a fuckin'- I don't know, 90's-something Subaru from Hell.

[ Opinions: Dean has them. ]

[Noah is laughing, all mild and easygoing. He's here for encouragement and direction, but if Dean stalls out the car he finds it more funny than anything else.]

Oh man, my friend Adam - he got this real junker of a car. Long story, but that thing's been remade so many times it's got at least three cars in there. A chimera of cars. Ronan calls it the Hondayota. When he's not calling it the shitbox.

[ That's because you're mean and terrible, Noah, obviously. But no okay, Dean probably has it by now, with a significant amount of nose scrunching before he's finally able to get it to purr along happily. ]

Is it one'a those cars that got like- every door's a different color?

[Noah is definitely mean and terrible. He's mellowed out from being kind of a hyperactive shitbag since he died, but it comes back now and again.]

I think the two back ones are the same color. Maybe. But basically, yeah.

Event Log: Dreamwalker

P MUCH COMPLETELY they have to hang out after thiiiss

oh my gosh yes

YES GOOD

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