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agel goobie
t1 | multiple eyes

im so design blocked aaaaaaaaaa

what does this goobie dream about?
max 200 words OR 1 art piece

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[b]username:[/b]
[b]name:[/b]
[b]pronouns:[/b]
[b]prompt:[/b]

ends feb 2nd

[-Ramona Flowers-]

username: crona gorgon
name: sal
pronouns: it/its
prompt: mark

[Riley ♥]

username: Riley ♥
name: Kamari ('moonlight' in Swahili)
pronouns: they/them
prompt:
Hazy dreams filled with static, mouths moving with no sound escaping - it's an odd, surreal place that they travel to every time they close their eyes. Scenes pass before them in silence, indescribably separated from reality, yet with pieces of truth within them. Unfamiliar places that radiate a sense of home, disjointed childhood memories. It culminates into a miasma of clashing experiences, a sea of emotion that threatens to drown any and all who step into it. But they float above it, a passive observer to their swirling, overactive mind. And when they awake, they feel refreshed, born anew with the rising sun.

[rabbit.tears]

username: rabbit.tears
name: sayu
pronouns: they/them
prompt:


they only have one recurring dream, which shifts and changes every time—their childhood home. except... is it?


hope the caption is okay, otherwise its just meant to be the art ;;

[ItsAsher0]

username: ItsAsher0
name: Liminance
pronouns: He/They
prompt: They dream of someone.
But not just someone. Their old friend, whether it’s diving into an old memory or creating new ones- Sometimes it’s even just being in a blank void with them.
Liminance’s best friend was lost.
Sometimes, He takes this as a wonderful time to spend more time with them as they talk, Dream..
But sometimes Liminance isn’t just with his friend.
Sometimes- It wasn’t them at all.

(I LOVE dreamcore and liminal space, this is so awesome. Thank you for this opportunity!!)

[feverrr]

username: feverrr
name: ono - meaning "small field"
pronouns: it/its
prompt: mark!

[final fantasy]

username: final fantasy
name: mercury
pronouns: they/them
prompt: their dreams are filled with the most bittersweet nostalgia. they dream of playgrounds, birthday parties and the most cheerful of childhood games. although they're dreaming, they swear they can taste sweet icing and the snacks that used to be their favourite, as they sit on a picnic blanket in sunshine that doesn't feel quite real and gaze towards a flickering blue sky.

they remember the carnivals that came to town and how they would excitedly run towards the rides with their friends, drawn by bright lights and the buttery scent of popcorn, remembering so vividly that they dream of it in clear detail, often waking and feeling disappointed that it was merely a memory and not the present. it feels the same, though trying to recall these dreams sometimes results in what feels like static blanketing their mind and preventing every detail from being perfect.

although dreams rarely come to fruition, and you can never bring back the past, mercury enjoys reliving their memories and repeating those same experiences in the hope it would feel just like the first time.

[bug]

username: bug
name: whisper
pronouns: it/they
prompt:
they dream of the future of someone they have not met... yet.
a vision of events that are never theirs flood their mind at night.
it's haunting to watching something again and again, being unable to stop it.
they have no one to warn, no one to talk to.
it's always the same thing over and over.
they try sleep at night but are awoken time after time.
alone with memories that were never meant to be theirs.

[Sadcat]

username: sadcat
name: wanderer
pronouns: all
prompt:They dream of a house made of shards of glass. Each shard contains memories. Memories blurry and hidden. They hurt. They hurt and they cut deep. They bleed when you do. You bleed when they speak. They whisper. The house sings. And its too quiet. So quiet you can hear the earth hum along.
It doesnt make sense.
What is this place?
Its home, you realize.

Youre home.
Youve always hated home.

[imabanditø]

username: imabanditø
name: matrix
pronouns: it/its
prompt:

matrix dreams of simplicity. of familiarity. of a world that always stays the same without complication. it dreams as a way of escaping its overwhelming, ever-changing reality - a loner who never experiences the same day twice. there is no routine nor schedule in matrix’s scattered brain; its internal clock warped and distorted with no repair shop in sight.

but in its dreams, there’s none of that. the clock is as good as new, forever hanging from matrix’s neck in the form of a thin, golden chain necklace. the days feel like a time loop - matrix knows exactly what to expect thanks to the heavily pre-planned and structured cycle of events, making itself known and easily accessible through a small, lightweight journal infinitely floating around it, paying no mind to any laws of gravity or boundaries.

here, everything is as expected. everything is calm; nothing can catch you off guard or make you question everything you’ve ever known. just how matrix prefers. [163 words]