Username:
carmineflyer
Floc Name:
Cereus
"A night-blooming flower that grows limp and floppy, the bud of the flower hanging down as it grows, until it blooms for a single night, emitting a jasmine like aroma before closing and becoming limp once more.
What does #2 dream about?
Their dreams are vague, dancing on the cusp of tangible shapes and feelings, perhaps smells, though their mind can only conjure up such things and they are bland if studied too closely. They dance in the undefined swirls of the different thoughts of sleep, moving through untold stories. They could control their dreams, they've done it before, but they prefer to keep it simple and unsettled, for ideas that almost were there are better then those so easily seen, at least to them. They refuse to let their dreams take any shape until they find their key, for they do not wish to dream anything untrue, and as all who have dreamed know, dreams are more often fantasies then anything resembling reality. They will wade through vague thoughts until they find their key to ground them.
carmineflyer
Floc Name:
Cereus
"A night-blooming flower that grows limp and floppy, the bud of the flower hanging down as it grows, until it blooms for a single night, emitting a jasmine like aroma before closing and becoming limp once more.
What does #2 dream about?
Their dreams are vague, dancing on the cusp of tangible shapes and feelings, perhaps smells, though their mind can only conjure up such things and they are bland if studied too closely. They dance in the undefined swirls of the different thoughts of sleep, moving through untold stories. They could control their dreams, they've done it before, but they prefer to keep it simple and unsettled, for ideas that almost were there are better then those so easily seen, at least to them. They refuse to let their dreams take any shape until they find their key, for they do not wish to dream anything untrue, and as all who have dreamed know, dreams are more often fantasies then anything resembling reality. They will wade through vague thoughts until they find their key to ground them.
