Event Log: Dreamwalker

[hadrielmods]

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.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► 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.

Comments

[morphinum]

[ Maybe it's the bullshit Johanna responds to, or the promise of being able to blow stuff up. She wants out, and if this hallucination says he can make it happen, she'll trust him. She presses her hands against the wall and, trembling, manages a standing position. She's leaning on that wall heavily, though -- near-starvation and repeated electric shocks does not a strong body make. She takes a few deep breaths, as if even that endeavor has worn her out. ]

What now.

[pighead]

Now we smash shit up.

[It's a cell. There really shouldn't be any way to do that. But this is a dream, isn't it? And if there's anything Josh is good at - besides making terrible decisions - it's being imaginative.

Luckily - maybe - Josh seems to have an axe. Because when he thinks of Johanna, he thinks of axe murder, and so why wouldn't he have one? It all makes perfect sense, of course.

He swings at the door, hard.]