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.

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[ The slither through the undergrowth is the sound that gets Dean, the ever crawling movement that can't be disguised. It's almost slick, like that of a snake drawing closer, winding its way where it can't be seen. But if Dean pays too hard of attention to it, he'll lose his ground and it can feel it, the thick weight shoving through his arms, grinding around his knees. ]

Go, go, go-

[ Dean tries to run over, to make his way closer just to grab the guy, fingers sinking into his upper arm just as a branch breaks through the underside of his wrist, the tip curling against his palm, dripping with blood. ]

Get up, i'm not leaving you here!

[ He'll drag him along if he has to, carry him- Dean doesn't care, but he's not leaving this guy here to be swallowed whole by the trees. ]

Damn right, you're not!

[ It's a joke, in spite of everything, and it follows something between a breathless laugh and a cough. He leans on Dean less because he's trying to and more because his balance is off, and there's a prickling pain in the soles of his feet, as if his traitor veins are reaching down— ]

There it is, there it is!

[ It is a break in the trees, ahead of them. Nothing's visible yet but moonlight on smooth ground. ]

Just your fucking friendly neighborhood watch guy.

[ Sure, joking is so totally easy when Dean can feel something grinding up along the side of his neck, crawling under his skin, making it harder to breathe. But he ignores it for the sake of dragging this guy along, doing everything in his power to--

Oh, thank fuck.

He points out an opening in the trees, and while Dean is hard pressed to believe that they're out of the woods yet (hah! how so witty) he can't help but go in that direction despite himself. Maybe if they're real damn lucky it'll actually lead to something good instead of something worse, maybe the trees'll back off and they'll get their bodies back.

And so Dean goes, trying to move that much faster despite the way he's sure he can feel a branch curling against the line of his jaw. ]

[ Not far, now: out of the trees looks strangely like flat sand, as they get closer, and Gojyo starts to laugh in a triumphant middle-fingers-to-the-sky way when they reach the very last line of trees (though he's not going to look at his fingers; there's something spreading under his nails, and it's excruciating)—

—and something catches them.

It feels like almost like a spiderweb that formed after they ran through it, and it's caught not on their clothes, but on their skin, pulling at back muscles and biceps, holding them at the very edge of the forest.

Gojyo strains against it. ]

Are y— Fuck!

[ It gives a little, like a spiderweb might—but then again, so does skin. ]

[ It feels almost hopeful for a few seconds, those moments where you're sure that you've made it, finally crossed the finish line and will soon get to go home and sink into a bottle of whiskey so large you could swim in it. Dean's had enough moments like that in his life that he can find joy in them, and it's right there and he's dragging this dude and it's gonna be okay, and--

Shit.

Dean doesn't even remotely like this (not that anyone would), the weird sticky feeling that's pulling him back, like he's been all wound up in something taut and strong, refusing to let him go any further. He's not entirely sure what they've stepped into but he doesn't care about scientific explanations - all he knows is that it's keeping him from going any further, a forcefield that he's suddenly stuck to, wound up in so significantly that it might pull them both apart. ]

Oh, c'mon!

[ His tone screams bullshit, and he kicks up a furious fuss, wriggling about like a fly stuck to flypaper, fighting against it something fierce. He's halfway sure that he's going to rip himself to shreds in the process but he's starting not to care - escape is right there, and if they don't get there soon, the branches stiffening his neck are going to drop him. ]

[ Gojyo's struggling in the same way, trying to get his hands around the nearest tree and pull—

—and then it lets go, and the suddenness of it sends both of them face-first into the sand.

The sensation of things growing in their veins is gone. The woods behind them are quiet and well-behaved. Where they'd been stuck, stretched between two trees, the remains of a massive spiderweb drift in the breeze. The strands are visibly red, even in the moonlight. There is a lot of blood on the ground. Ahead of them is nothing but desert.

Gojyo lifts his head and spits out sand, but he's not even going to try to get up yet. ]

You alive?

[ Aaaand with that, Dean earns himself a faceful of sand. The transition of the elements somehow barely registers as weird, even if he’s gotten the crap up his nose. But it sure beats out the sensation of the branches curling under his skin, and for a second or two he pats himself down, searching for the tips of vines sticking out in any precarious places and finding none.

Huh.

Okay.

Dean finally registers the question, glancing sideways at the other guy and nodding a few times, brusquely. ]

Yeah, i’m all here. How ‘bout you?

I am fuckin' fantastic.

[ He props himself up on his elbows with some difficulty and looks back at the trees—but as soon as he registers that puddle of blood he shoots up, wriggling out of his jacket. He should probably be checking to make sure his back isn't full of holes, but he's…making sure his jacket's okay. It's sort of the same thing!! ]

Glad to hear it.

[ You check yourself over, Dean will just be lying here, thanking his lucky who-knows-whats that the trees didn't go invading anything too sacred. Because there's nightmares and then there's nightmares and he's fairly sure he'd never be able to get over something like that, no matter how capable he is of moving on.

But no really, he's just glad the whole thing is over with, and he claps the guy on the shoulder for a moment before struggling his way back up onto his feet. ]

Event Log: Dreamwalker

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