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When: Middle of the night
Where: His rooms
What: The first nightmare
Rating: Low
Open / Narrative
Dreams were curious, funny things. Some said they helped you to resolve your troubles of the day while others said they could act as premonitions. Few considered dreams as that passage into the mind and many perhaps thought they were simply peculiar thoughts jumbled together to create a picture. The mind was so vast and unexplored in many universes that it could very well be that it was too complex to unravel. Psychologists had once theorized the reason a person could stare at a smear and see an image of a face or someone recognizable was due to the way the brain had to piece images together to make it relate to something known. Perhaps a dream, the smattering of pictures and feelings was simply recognized, when remembered, as something relatable.
Never before had Kylo Ren experienced such a dream--nay, a nightmare. This was not a good dream filled with peace, passive commentary on life, or images of the woman he had come to care for. This was the stuff of his deepest fears, greatest regrets, and most powerful hauntings. Tonight his mind was filled with images and evoking emotions of his mother, General, Princess, Leia Organa. Every thread of her hair, hay-like and grey as it had become in age, felt so incredibly real. Every wrinkle felt remembered from every day of his life, watching her grow old as he distanced himself from his parents.
In his nightmare, Leia simply stared at a screen, determined and focused on her work and yet somehow passive in thought. That moment passed by her. She didn't say anything. She didn't move. She just stood there. Kylo Ren sweat in his sleep as he tossed and turned against his mother's too-loving, too-sincere gaze. She had always tried for him as he pushed himself away with his obsession over his grandfather. She had wanted the best for him and put Luke before him as a way to hone that raw energy flowing within him. Energy that now struck out into the world as he thrashed beneath her presence. Somewhere in the dark background of his dream a small fighter ship flew by. Was he piloting it? Why? Where was he going?
His heart raced, lungs gasping for air as he began to panic. Why was he feeling so unsure of himself? Why was he on the verge of tears? What could possibly take hold of his very soul and--
The red beam of a laser fired filled his vision and turned his mother the color of blood. Delayed, as if a hologram had audio before a visual, he could feel his thumb pressing the trigger. Crash. Something fell as it was struck by the Force lashing out of his subconscious.
Kylo Ren shot up from his place in bed to release a short but loud scream through his gasp for air. His dark hair was damp and sweat touched his back while making dark impressions on the sheets of the bed where he had just been laying. Throwing off the blanket, the knight put his feet on the floor to ground himself. Elbows to his knees he buried his face in his hands and squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to be calm. Somehow, that only made him more angry, and he opened those dark, rage-filled eyes to look around and see what had been destroyed; a picture frame had fallen off of the wall to leave glass now shattered and scattered well across the bedroom.