UTTER GARBAGE.

[ihateyouetc]

WHAT: This is stupid.
WHO: This guy and any jerks if they decide to bust in.
WHEN: WHO CARES. HE'S ASLEEP ISN'T HE.
NOTE: Given the fact I'll likely add more dreams later, I'll be commenting to my own entry instead of pasting them in this main post every time. Reply with brackets; reply with prose; reply with a novel; reply with one line; make up something entirely ridiculous and unrelated -- do whatever. I can work with it.

1. ( EVEN IF BY SOME CHANCE I WAS, YOU CAN'T PROVE SHIT. )

2. ( WHAT POINT DO ALL THESE SERVE ANYWAY. SEEMS MEANINGFUL. CAN'T THINK OF WHY. )

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[squidissension]

"Open the doors'?" Eridan echoes, voice a rasp between the waves of nausea. "Are you fuckin kiddin me? Why would I open the doors, pretty sure I don't want to see any of those people."

Rubs the temples of his forehead, chancing a glance down at Karkat and nope- still woozy.

"What the hell did you do with the-" Floor? Walls? Ceiling? "-everything?"

[ihateyouetc]

Eridan's complaining makes the muscles in his face twitch. (How many times does his face in these dreams have furrowed brows and frowns? There are way more of those than doors.) He snaps, "What the fuck do you mean, 'what the hell did I do?'" and the life bleeds back into him.

His mouth curls into a sneer while he sits up, turning both head and body to get a better look at Eridan. "There are renovations, okay? It's not like all the doors are properly marked. And anyway how aren't you used to this already. Didn't you spend a lot of time in the ocean? Same fucking thing." Not exactly.

[squidissension]

Let's be honest; if Eridan wasn't complaining it'd be a hell of a lot more unnerving. He raises his sour look to Karkat.

"Firstly, this isn't anythin like the ocean. Because there is a bottom to the ocean and you wouldn't even begin to understand its terror. This is downright grubplay compared to that." We are a few snappish remarks from someone who's been here less than five minutes trying to explain your own dream to you, fair warning.

"And second, what's whether or not they're marked correctly change the fact I don't wanna see any of them?" he sniffs, eyes darting only momentarily to Feferi's door. "So again- what'd you do? Why are the doors screwed up? The fuck does that represent-- oh, okay. Okay, I'm kinda getting grounded- maybe." Eridan chances a further look around the room, face still drawn up in discomfort and disgust. That might not be related to his vertigo though, that's kinda just his face.

FEEL FREE TO DISREGARD IF YOU WANT BUT I'M FINALLY MAKING AN HONEST CRAB OUT OF MYSELF.

[ihateyouetc]

"Oh please! I bet you anything if I could breathe water I could handle how so-called 'terrifying' the ocean is--but I can't, so what business do I have in it? Fucking zero. So zero it's practically sub-zero and the ocean's frozen, so you'll just have to take my word for it."

The shitty excuses are starting early. It's not even summer yet.

As if to prove there's no vertigo to be had for normal, entirely well-adjusted people in a heinous nightmare (a demographic to which one person here does not belong), Karkat stands on the absence of ground, mumbling incoherent complaints to himself while he swipes at a long sleeve of his shirt, slapping non-existent dust, glaring at Eridan.

Once that distraction's over, another snap: "I already said I didn't do anything! How am I supposed to know what the fuck is happening here? Dreams don't make sense. I just know I can't get in one door and I'm pretty sure Sollux's door has Nathan in it? I can't get away from him. It's fucking weird, man. He has corpse parties all by himself in there."