[MCLAREN]

Username: ||☁️CrownieXWolf☁️||
Name: cloud9
Gender: female
Dream: cloud9 mostly dreams of the nighttime. The night fall to pure midnight, where the sky’s are purple and blue, with brightest of stars. She usually dreams of her sleeping peacefully in the clouds, just sleeping there. Her in the sky, on the softest of clouds, just her in the night sky. Sometimes with light rain, but not it hitting her fur. Or snow, but just the sounds. Just the wind blowing her ears, the cloud, and the night sky is all she dreams about, and what she wants to dream about. When she’s not sleeping or seeing herself sleep, she dreams about her sitting on the clouds looking at the most beautiful way comet shower or shooting star show. The stars, all sprinkled out like powered sugar. Or even making constellations in her mind with the wind blowing thorough her hair.
Just her, the wind, the stars, the clouds, and the night.

[Soll]

wip

[ToastyJinx]

Username: Shannonbun
Name: Kimon
Gender: Male
Dream: Kimon dreams of rain, the kind of rain that helps you sleep. It doesn't beat down too hard, there isn't any thunder, just the calm sound of the droplets pittering and pattering on the roof. WIP
Extra: I think that the song "Bon Iver - re:Stacks" fits him really well ♥

[P H I L]

Username: ☾ ᴸʸᶜᵃⁿᵗʰʳᵒᵖʸ ☽
Name: Nightmarish Freak (Night)
Gender: genderfluid
Dream: wip
Extra:

[SilentMelody]

dropping out

[geto]

aye, mark with an imaginative child who has a taste for the mythical c:

[sugacubes]

mark <3

[rab1es]

Username: rab1es ✦ Name: Lucid ✦ Gender: male ✦ Dream:
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xxxxxxxxxxx— 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐲.

At first, I don't know where I am. But then, I can sense it... in the coldness in the air, the stillness of it all, the darkness of my surroundings, the tunnel vision, the growing feeling of dread... and with a twisting feeling of terror in my chest, I realize that oh god, I'm here again. My heart sinks to my stomach. My head goes cold and my mouth goes dry, and I will myself to wake up. I can usually wake myself up.

But nothing happens. At all. I stand around and waste too much time trying to wake up; I can tell by the way I can feel the darkness growing around me, and how the air grows so cold that it chills me straight to the bone; and I realize that I can't keep doing this. I can't stand in one spot and wait for something good to happen to me. I'm just wasting time.

I have no choice to move forward. I keep my eyes fixated on the ground; I've learned long ago that looking up into my surroundings is a one-way ticket to certain doom. I know it's not real, it can't be real, it's all a dream... but the feeling... oh god, it just feels so real... The ground is cold and damp, a narrow path of asphalt that on its surface reflects the light of a full moon overhead. But I dare not to look up to see if that's what's really up there. I'm not making that mistake twice. As I continue moving, that terrible feeling in my chest grows stronger with each step, and I don't know if it's just the fear I'm feeling or if it's some type of warning for what may come.

I keep moving forward until the path falls away into darkness and I feel smooth stone beneath my feet; I steal a quick glance upward to find that I stand in front of a large building that looks very similar to a type of regal, upscale school building. There are figures moving in the dark windows, but I dare not meet their gazes. I hear the soft howling of wind, and a breeze ruffles my coat. The scene before me lightens a bit; clouds move from the night sky, and the moon's light bathes the massive landing before me. I immediately lower my gaze and shut my eyes for a brief moment, keeping still and keeping quiet. I have long since learned that I should fear more what lies in the light and not in the dark. The pain in my chest suddenly grows so strong that I can no longer keep my eyes closed, and I lower my head so that my gaze is facing that ground, and I open my eyes.

I hear a terrible gasp, and after a moment, I realize that it was me that made that sound. The stone beneath my feet shines bright with crimson in the moonlight, and I lift a hand that aching spot in my chest only to find that it is not just a feeling of fear there, but an open wound that bleeds so carelessly. I suddenly feel lightheaded and make the mistake of looking upward; immediately, the landscape changes and I'm thrown into nothingness, and I shut my eyes as blinding white lights surrounds me, threatening to blind me even now. My chest aches so terribly. For a moment, I feel like I'm falling, but all movement stops as a darkness appears in front of my closed eyes, as if something has blocked the light in front of me. I hear nothing but the sound of grass swishing gently in a breeze. I dare to take a peek.


— 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭.


In front of me is a massive wooden sign, floating silently in the air in front of me, with a single message written on it. The second I read it, I am overcome with a terrible feeling of dread, and when I close my eyes, the scene changes again. It's a terrible feeling, a rushed and bumpy and suffocating feeling, as though the dark is around me and threatening to crush me in nothingness, and that I will be lost in the void of nightmares forever. My feet hit solid ground again and I wince at the feeling, the pain going up my knees and my joints. I will myself to keep my balance; who knows what will happen if I fall?

Too many bad things have happened already, so I have no choice to raise my head and open my eyes, taking in my surroundings. I'm in my childhood home, standing right in the middle of the hallway leading into the foyer, a large empty room to my left. I dare to take a look. Nothing. The walls are covered in so much shadow that it looks thick and tangible, like I could reach out and grab it with my hand, pull it from the walls, how dare they cover these walls, tainting this home and associating it with nightmares and shadows and everything bad in my head...

There's a knock at the front door. Something shuffles around me, sending chills up my spine. I stay still for a moment, thinking I'm not alone. The knocking continues, but I'm too focused on the shuffling. I turn around and look back to the shadows on the wall. He emerges, the creature I have oh-so-affectionately nicknamed the Night Man, from the wall, his arms and legs long and slender, his body tall and emaciated, his head and face devoid of everything human except for two small, white eyes that look somehow look more like black holes than anything, and a large, eerily realistic toothy grin and threatens to swallow me whole... and as he reaches for me with those terrible arms, and as the knocking on the door gets harder and louder and angrier, and as the shadows swarm around me, holding me in place, I think to myself...

I can't do this anymore.

For a moment, darkness. Everything is still. I hear the rustling of a breeze on thin curtains, the hum of the ceiling fan, feel the warm blankets on top of me. I open my eyes with a start. I'm awake again. Thank god, I'm awake again.

Or at least, I hope so.

I eye the dark corner of my room cautiously.

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— extra: inspired by terrible lucid dreams of mine. +891 words.
— total word count: 1091

[clemen]

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[Demon_Rose]

Username: Demon_Rose
Name: Dream
Gender: Female
Dream: Dark. Emptiness. "I Always Thought I Might Be Bad...." Suddenly, Blinding Light. "Wha- What's Happening?" Dream Mumbled, Hardly Audible. Then, She Was In A Room. Old Friends And Lost Family Were Surrounding Her. She Reached Out To Touch Them, And Them The Same Thing. She Was Outside Her Childhood House This Time. A Dog Padded Up Towards Her. "Peri! Oh, I'm So Sorry We Had To Leave You Oh My Goodness!" She Was About To Pet Them When They Phased Through Her. "Huh?" She Sat Down And Was Sent Into The Black Again, But No Light Following. She Drifted For A Bit Only To Wake Up, More Confused Then Concerned. "Wait, Why Was There Music?" She Looked Over To See Her Sister In Bed Watching TV. "Oh."
(Not 200 Words, But I Couldn't Think Of More, Hope That's Okay!)
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