Who: Teddy and Maggie What: his first dream! When: Tuesday night, after LOST (he often gets vivid dreams afterwards) Where: wherever the night takes him ;) Rated: TBA but probably not high
Teddy was exhausted. He hadn't done anything particularly strenuous that day. He'd laid around, put away some laundry, watched a Star Trek marathon on television, had dinner, and then settled down for some LOST. All in all it was a pretty productive day in the eyes of the man, and he was satisfied with the end result. After all, he hadn't been sleeping lately. To be as tired as he was meant that he was actually going to get some rest. Saying goodnight to his mother, he retired to his bedroom, climbed into bed and switched off the lights.
His head had hardly hit the pillow before he was snoring-- a curse his mother claimed he inherited from his father. Everything seemed normal, or as normal as it could appear to an unconscious man before entering REM sleep. And then he was dreaming.
It started off weird. Black and white. Teddy never dreamt in black and white. He was standing on a strip of street, very much like the one right outside his house. All the homes on this street were dark save for one. Shrugging, Teddy decided to head for it. Why not? It was his dream after all. He could do what he wanted. And so he walked, no, ran, towards this light. For some reason, he was compelled to rush. Why? He wasn't sure. But when he got there and peeked in the window, he noticed someone. To himself, he wondered what they were doing, and then he was inside the room with them.