dream )) the tree

[andcountry]

There was once a tree - a very ancient and powerful tree with a trunk bigger around than most people's houses and branches that reached far up into the clouds. It was said that this tree was so enormous that if you dug more than 20 feet down anywhere on the planet you'd run into a root

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[ruby_nova]

[Nova awoke with a long exhale. She smeared her hand down her face before opening her eyes, letting them remain unfocused on the ceiling.

The dream she'd had wasn't frightening at all, but it made her feel a sadness that was almost an ache in her chest. Why was she Cephiro in her own dream? How did that make sense at all? And who were those people? Sailormoon she knew, but not the other two. Should she know them? It was all very confusing.

But she did know that something about the story of the tree and the girl rang true. She could only guess as to the why.

Judging by the light coming through the window, the sun hadn't yet risen. It wouldn't do to get up just yet; she needed rest to be fully energized at work. Pulling the covers close and snuggling tighter with her large, plush Mokona, she let herself drift off to sleep with the hope that she would dream of some happier story.]

[marrymarajade]

[This dream didn't wake Ben up. He drifted from it into the next dream, which was more like his usual fare - drifting, vagueness, the swelling and ebbing strength of the Force. In that dream, he considered.

He didn't much care for caste systems. They were not his culture to pass judgement on. ...But if the fate of an inhabited planet depended on it, honestly...

A dream, he knew. Possibly Cephiro's. Best if he let it go.

And yet, as he did, he had to reflect that yes, he probably would offer.]

[temp_ered]

Someone had to.

Clow woke repeating those words, bothered by the implications. First of all, he was pretty sure he'd dreamed into something dark and private, and he wasn't really comfortable with that level of closeness with Cephiro. He didn't know him all that well yet. It certainly wasn't something he'd mention when he saw Cephiro again. This was his private business, and maybe Clow had been dragged in to stand for something, but dreams... dreams were like that, sometimes.

He didn't know who the man was, the one who'd volunteered. He was actually a little bothered by the implication that Cephiro didn't think that Clow would. If something had to be done, why wouldn't he do it? But then again, he didn't know the circumstances, and in any case, this was a dream. Why was he analyzing it so closely?

Because it was something more than a dream. Dreams meant things, sometimes. He just wasn't sure what to do with this one.

He lay awake in the dark of his room for another hour, thinking, before he turned over and went back to

[kinomoto_kun]

[The tree of this dream... was this the tree they lived in now? Was this how things really worked? Momotarou couldn't tell. But that brown-haired boy seemed oddly familiar...]

[desertshadows]

[It wasn't the tree he barely remembered- could't be- he felt too sick at the thought of spilling blood for the tree for the dream to fit. She wouldn't ask for that, he thought, and frowned at himself- her? But it slipped away as he tried to grasp at it, like every time he's tried to put his feelings about what the Tree means to him together, and he drifts on to other details in the dream. The other dreamers… he recognised Sailormoon, and Cephiro's voice, but not the other two. Still, they must be companions in this world, and that they should need to sacrifice bothers him.

How much blood would the tree ask for, besides? It would have to be substantial, for everyone to be worried about it.

He stayed awake for a little while, staring at the ceiling for a few moments with thoughts of a tree whose roots are dipped in blood, then punched his pillow a few times and tried to settle down.]