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Dream (metamorpheus) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-09-29 15:32:00

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!closed, dream, eames

WHO: Morpheus & Mr Eames.
WHAT: Sharing dreams.
WHEN: Wendesday night-ish
WHERE: The Dreaming. Or maybe Eames' subconscious. Let's see if he can spot the difference?
WARNINGS: tbd

Normally, Dream would have regarded someone like Eames--and his ability to manipulate the dreams of others--with suspicion, perhaps even hostility. After all, sooner or later, most humans with such abilities wound up destroying the very minds which they sought to navigate. And while from what he had observed of Eames and his compatriots, most of their little dream vortexes tended to collapse inward upon themselves when the dreaming had been altered so far as to become obvious to the dreamer, Morpheus still worried that these people knew just enough to be a danger to themselves and others.

So the question now was whether it was better to allow them to continue on toward their own eventual destruction, to put a stop to them while he had the chance, or to teach them how to do it properly--since they were clearly going to continue to pursue the secrets of his realm, regardless. He decided that the matter required further investigation, and agreed to share dreams with the forger, taking the man's request as permission to appear in Eames' room--in his dream space--one night, to sprinkle the proverbial sands of sleep.

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dream_bigger
2010-09-29 11:25 pm UTC (link)

Eames was asleep.

He'd long since given up on the idea of regular natural dreams, and was perfectly content with just being asleep. Tonight wasn't looking like he'd do any dreaming, unless he happened to roll over and somehow manage to insert a line from the nearest PASIV into his arteries, so he just settled for some blank nothingness for a few hours.

His tea was cold, though. The girl who was working behind the counter he was sitting at seemed determined to ignore him, so he couldn't ask for a refill. Frowning, he looked down at the paper where he was working on the crossword and sudoku at the same time, and then started doodling little stick-figures in the margins. That only occupied him for a few minutes, so he looked around the diner to see who all was there. The 50s decor of the place was oddly jarring for some reason, but he couldn't think why until he realised that the jukebox was playing something awful from Eminem or whoever.

Frowning very slightly, he gave everything a bit of a nudge, and steam started coming from his tea at the same time as the jukebox began playing "She Bangs the Drums". Nodding to himself, he lifted his tea and paper, then walked over to sit in a booth by a window. He liked to watch his projections sometimes, to see what they got up to. He had tea, puzzles to work on, and music to hum along with. All in all, this was shaping up to be a good dream.

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metamorpheus
2010-09-30 04:02 am UTC (link)

A dark haired man sat in the corner booth nearby, dressed in dark clothing of a similar style to that of the other patrons, and not looking at Eames. Oh, he'd glance around on occasion, but overall, he seemed to be minding his own business, reading a newspaper and letting his tea grow cold. After few minutes, he shook out his paper, turning the page, and the song on the jukebox switched from the end of "She Bangs the Drums" to the opening verse of "Mr. Sandman."

...Give him two lips like roses in clover. Tell him that his lonesome nights are over...

And still, the man went on reading, a small smile on his lips, as if he hadn't a care in the world.

	metamorpheus 2010-10-01 04:09 pm UTC (link)
	Truth be told, Morpheus wasn't overly fond of the song either, but it did serve the purpose of announcing his presence rather well. Folding his paper as Eames approached the table, he arched a sculpted brow and gestured to the bench across from him. "It is now," he said, "I was wondering how long it would take you to realize that you weren't alone." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	metamorpheus 2010-10-03 07:53 pm UTC (link)
	"Not bad," he said, "Though the clue I gave you was rather obvious." He shrugged, raising his own mug in a smug toast. "You seem anxious," he said, "Is there anything that I can do to ease your mind?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	metamorpheus 2010-10-09 09:50 pm UTC (link)
	"Me?" Morpheus raised a hand to his heart, the gesture at one dramatic and demure; his plain, incomspicuous dress shirt 'bleeding' into a black poet shirt with lace at the throat and cuffs. "I am in my element. No one's mind is in danger of being torn apart--yet. And I have intelligent and fascinating company. What more could I require?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dream_bigger 2010-10-20 11:25 pm UTC (link)
	"It hasn't come up as an essential requirement of a job, no. At least, not yet. But I can be a very quick study, and I'm all for self-improvement and improvisation," he replied with a grin, slipping back into his own form as he spoke. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)