Stiles (hyperactivespaz) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-08-08 13:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent, stiles stilinski |
Who: Stiles and Allison
When: Thursday, August 7th
Where: Allison's apartment
What: Post-Dreams debriefing
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: In progress
Stiles was still feeling exhausted and out of sorts. It'd been twelve hours since he'd woken up, sweating and hyperventilating, shaken from the dreams that weren't quite dreams.
Memories, some of the other Valarnet people had said. They were memories.
He understood why they said that. The knowledge he had from the dreams didn't feel imagined. It felt real, for lack of a better word. And it was detailed in a way that dreams couldn't be. It wasn't even like lucid dreaming. He had no memory of being in the dream and watching himself. He'd experienced it all.
He parked his Focus on the street outside of Allison and Buffy's apartment and got out, then leaned back in to pick up the pizza he'd promised to bring, in part because he was starving, but also because he had an inkling that the discussion was going to require a large amount of eating their feelings.
As he walked up to Allison's door, he straightened his shoulders, rubbed his tired eyes behind his glasses. He couldn't help but be slightly nervous about meeting someone from his dreams, even if they'd only been tangential to the story. But that meant they had something in common. He'd read and seen enough genre fiction to know that Scott--and possibly Derek--were the main characters.