DREAM EVENT LOG POST (open to all)

[mirthy]

DARK CARNIVAL

Here's the thing about the fried and sopor-poisoned lump of thought pulp in Gamzee Makara's head: it resembles a bag of broken glass more than it resembles a functional brain.

As such, when this murder clown conks out, he's often experiencing multiple dreams at the same time, and he starts up new ones and abandons them at random.

There are three starter dream threads for you to fling your characters into at your discretion (and in which you are encouraged to interact with other people who managed to get stuck in the same one). If you'd like a solo dream for a specific character, thought, just start a thread with a blank comment & I'll respond with something just for you.

;o) Hit him up, yo!

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DREAM ONE

[mirthy]

The air has a strange, iridescent film to it - like the miasma of colors that results when oil spill meets rain puddle. No amount of blinking will clear it away. But the gauzy blur over everything might actually be beneficial in this environment - the entire landscape is painted in glaring neon. Radioactive green hills slope endlessly in all directions, dotted with bizarre, alien plant life.

Fluffy violet patches of heather. Velvet cactus-like growths ranging from bright yellow to candy-apple red. Massive, eggplant-like fruits of some kind hanging from the boughs of cheerful pink trees. It's like a demented Dr. Seuss book.

Everything smells like burnt sugar.

Above, the sky is a deep black. It's littered with stars - too dense and too bright to be real - and maybe they're moving? It's dizzying to stare at for too long. The stars aren't the problem, though. The problem is the clouds. Like ocean liners made of cotton candy.

They are stuck to the sky, and do not appear to be moving.

... Just rustling.

Beneath the whispering sound of the occasional wind, something else is audible: the low drone of distant buzzing. Like the noise of insect wings.

Where's it coming from?

Where is Gamzee?

DREAM TWO

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In all directions, as far the eyes can see, there is only gentle creamy white space. Somehow, everyone who lands here is now barefoot.

The "ground" is white, but it's covered in an endless plane of ankle-deep water. The water is perfectly clear, apart from the ripples caused by movement through it; it reflects the ceiling like a massive mirror.

There's a sound like rainfall, or a gently-gathering storm, but there are no clouds visible and the surface of the lake is still.

Upon closer inspection, below the water, your feet appear to be standing on an infinitely large sheet of reflective glass. Unlike the water, it is not clear, and the reflection that it creates is blurry and shadowed. There's something off about it - something unnerving.

If you happen to dip your hands into the water, when you pull them out they will be stained with every visible color on the spectrum. But when the rainbow of (ink? paint?) color drips from your hands into the water below you, it looks like normal water again. It only behaves like ink when it's touching your skin.

If you happen to raise your hands above your head, you will discover you can brush your fingertips against some kind of papery ceiling. Objects thrown at this ceiling will behave as though it is not there; only your hands can touch it.

Eventually, you may discover that you can fingerpaint the ceiling. Like your skin, the water will stain it. And there's a lot of ceiling, and plenty of water. How relaxing!

But where is Gamzee?

DREAM THREE

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Everything sounds muffled and distant, as though it were being heard through water. But there is music playing, a hard staccato beat, and sometimes it almost sounds like there are words. Or someone screaming. The air is thick with the smell of incense - familiar, but not.

This is what appears to be a cathedral. It is difficult to tell, because the place is lit up by flickering white strobe lights with no discernible source. Row after row of empty black pews stretch on for hundreds of meters until they reach an altar. In the opposite direction, the church doors are propped open, leading to - nothing? A cloud of red smoke? And the ground below is soft. Almost spongy. Occasionally, when stepped on, it will make a cracking or popping noise.

There are a few large, arched windows, but it is difficult to tell whether they are made of stained glass that keeps changing color or if there's colored light streaming in from outside.

Suddenly, it's like everything is at full volume.

Millions of people are screaming, and the hard booming noise is more like an exploding shell. Shadows are crawling on every surface. These shadows have eyes, and mouths, and hundreds of appendages, but they remain two-dimensional. The first time this happens, it's too overwhelming to pick up much detail, but it is obvious that there's something wrong with the ceiling and the floor. Something not right.

After a long, awful moment, it's right back to the way it was before. Muffled noise, flickering lights. The incense is even thicker now.

What's going on with the floor and the ceiling?

And where is Gamzee?