SOMARIUM: dream » 003
Warnings: None really, unless you're afraid of falling. One of those abstract dreams.
Effects: (optional) a vague feeling of unease, panic (you're FALLING after all), weightlessness
Barefoot, running through darkness--pajamas a size or so too big, the floor cool and slick and echoing hollowly with each footfall.
A light snaps on at the end of the room, illuminating the figure of a person--anonymous at this distance, but somehow known anyway. Sena stops short, suddenly wearing different clothing--boots, olive-green vest, purple shirt, and there's a weight at his side that both makes him uneasy and comforts him.
The illuminated figure turns--Sena holds out a hand, pleading voicelessly--and then there's a loud crack, a jolt as what seems to be the entire world rocks under his feet. Sena staggers, fissures opening in the floor beneath him, and then it all falls out from under his feet and he's suddenly, terrifyingly weightless, falling backwards amidst shards of glass.
[Sena jerks as he comes awake, as if he landed on the bed from a fall, sitting up quickly. He looks pale--maybe ill, especially if the rasp in his breath and the sudden fit of coughing is any indication.]
[He reaches out for his Dreamberry and stops the recording. Damn thing.]
Effects: (optional) a vague feeling of unease, panic (you're FALLING after all), weightlessness
Barefoot, running through darkness--pajamas a size or so too big, the floor cool and slick and echoing hollowly with each footfall.
A light snaps on at the end of the room, illuminating the figure of a person--anonymous at this distance, but somehow known anyway. Sena stops short, suddenly wearing different clothing--boots, olive-green vest, purple shirt, and there's a weight at his side that both makes him uneasy and comforts him.
The illuminated figure turns--Sena holds out a hand, pleading voicelessly--and then there's a loud crack, a jolt as what seems to be the entire world rocks under his feet. Sena staggers, fissures opening in the floor beneath him, and then it all falls out from under his feet and he's suddenly, terrifyingly weightless, falling backwards amidst shards of glass.
[Sena jerks as he comes awake, as if he landed on the bed from a fall, sitting up quickly. He looks pale--maybe ill, especially if the rasp in his breath and the sudden fit of coughing is any indication.]
[He reaches out for his Dreamberry and stops the recording. Damn thing.]