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

[kickingand]

[ Everything clouded over in an instant, the pain from his wrist ricocheting down through his arm, his shoulder, his ribs. It seemed as if it went everywhere at once, his hand spiking with white hot heat, his elbow suddenly trying to pick up the slack from the slump of his hand. Dean's eyes grew, his lips parting with the inclination to shout but nothing came, the silence of a dream flitting against the blood pounding against his ears.

And yet the Leviathan kept talking. They sure loved to hear themselves talk, didn't they. Talk talk talk, it didn't matter what they said, it was all distant now, all a tyrade that Dean couldn't care less about.

Especially when he was speared within seconds, his broken wrist slammed against the ground in a way that made him rattle with pain. He struggled suddenly, every inch of him screaming as he fought to free himself, tugging against blades that tore even worse, trying to fight and panic and free until the pain practically shut itself down, his whole body refusing what was happening to it. It didn't stop at that either, Dean suddenly feeling as if he was watching from a distance while a third blade made its appearance, spearing down through him and he cringed at his own body, always amazed at just how much he could withstand. ]

Don't let- Not Sammy. Not this.

[ It was all he could sputter out, dropping with a thud until he was flat on the floor, suddenly left frantic and trying to knock Cas' feet out from under him. It was hardly an effective move, especially when he couldn't feel himself, when the pain was his only real enemy in this, fiery and shaking him, whirling his insides up into a frantic mess, swearing he was going to vomit as he grit his teeth, his gaze rolling upwards while he disengaged, forgot his own goddamn name. ]

[strangelic]

Not Sammy~

[ He mocked and teased and rolled his eyes. Anything for Dean's baby brother. He's suffer any blow to his pride, any harm, except for his little brother seeing him like this. Really, though, it was the least of the things that Dean ought to be worrying about right now. Castiel cocked his head, and suddenly Dean wasn't drilled onto the stage, but attached to a cross that had appeared from nowhere, still pinned through the same points, two more blades through his ankles, half naked, a crown of thorns on his head. Most of the bleeding had stopped, and now Castiel was standing below him on the stage.

He was weighing a spear in his hands, before he turned it, and spin it in a whirl at his side, humming as he tilted his face up toward Dean again. ]

Wakey wakey, Dean. I want you to pay attention to this part.