Sam Caulfield won't be a damsel-in-distress (givemethechild) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-09-17 00:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | freddy krueger, sarah williams |
Who: Sam and Charlie
What: First nightmare
Where: Sam's dreamscape
When: Tonight
Warnings: Literally Nightmare Fuel ladies and gentlemen. Enter at your risk.
Usually Sam knew she was dreaming. Lucid dreaming was supposedly rare, but since she was a little girl she'd escaped to the world inside her head. The fantasies she couldn't quite enact in the real world were feasible in her head. She could be anything she wanted, fight any demon, tackle any insurmountable odd. She could manipulate a dream as she liked as long as she was aware of it - that was the trick to it. If you thought it was real, you couldn't do anything. That was often the case in nightmares and what made them so terrifying.
She wasn't sure how she ended up in the passageway, but as she walked through the cool, stone tunnel she felt uneasy. Aside from a few flickering sconces on the walls, the area was dark. Occasionally paths would appear, leading off to dark paths she couldn't see into. She didn't stop walking, not moving any faster or slower then an even pace. She knew she was looking for something but she couldn't make anything out. The fact that she didn't know what she was looking for didn't help matters either.
Time passed as she kept walking through the enless tunnels. Though her feet were in cloth slippers, she could tell the ground beneath was slightly wet - from what she didn't want to know. Her lips pressed together as she moved on, looking and listening. A random turn to the right left her in complete darkness, causing her to freeze. The dark shouldn't be frightening - after all, she couldn't see what was there. (Some part of her whispered the logic there was wrong.) She reached out to feel for the nearest wall, her bare arm making contact with the slippery stone. She felt along until she felt a sconce. It lit at contact, illuminating a corridor no different from the earlier ones she travelled in.
Clearly, she was lost.
Sam bit back a curse, wrapping her arms around herself. For some reason she was dressed in only a white dress which seemed highly impractical to her. It left her arms bare and ended at her knees, too high to give her any warmth. She curled inward, attempting to move out of the damp area she was in and forward. Her feet and breathing made the only sound in the tunnel. The increase of her heartbeat? Only her imagination. She needed to keep going and find ...whatever. No thoughts of fantasy for now.