_{Well, this certainly isn't the same room I went to bed in. I suppose I must be dreaming.}

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Tera/Whys- do me a favor and post your hex colours. I'm too bleary eyed to look them up and I'm trying to progress as fast as possible. I'll throw your name until it hits next.


Tera:
You must be dreaming unless you woke up in the forest.
You are sitting by the crying idol and it is horrendously foggy.
You can hear the howling in the distance.
You cannot see very far.
How are you feeling?
Do you perhaps want to take anything here with you?
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Whyss-

No, it appears not to be.
Unless you habitually sleep on the stairs.

You are in a spiral stairwell.
It is only wide enough for you to reach your arms out in each direction.
The stairs are very long and strangely flat.
The walls are dirty brown stone.
The stairs are of similar material.
There is low lighting, but no light source.
How are you feeling?
Where do you wish to go?
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The clocks seems to have been resting on the top a thin vertical rectangle that comes up to your chest.

As your eyes address to the dark you can make out the basic shape.
It appears to be fully smooth, but you cannot tell.
You can peer around the object.

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Tally watch the next one.
2 edits is my limit x)

<sub>"HOLYSHI-"

Jeezumcrobies dirty? small spaces? heights? this is like straight out of one of those Saw movies holyshhhhh... WHERE'S THE FREAKING LIGHT. I WANT REAL LIGHT PLEASE.

Holycrap down would be the logical conclusion, but hell this could be the freaking stairway to hell for all I know.

...down.</sub>

You feel the surface get caught under your nail.
Ouch.
It appears to be made out of wood.
A large wooden rectangle.
How curious.
Do you recognize this object?
How are you feeling (1-20?)

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You believe you are dreaming.
Perform a Reality check to affirm this.
Careful now, don't startle yourself into waking up.

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You head down.
It is not especially lighter.
This section seems exactly the same as the previous one.
You can see light further below.
Down or up?

How are you feeling (1-20?)
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The flower stays safely tucked away in your pocket.
You are not sure what day it is in the forest.
You seem to be completely alone other than the sounds of the forest.
Are those just sounds effects, or do they really exist?

You can faintly see a bridge in the distance.
You are aware where the other landmarks are...if you really are in the forest.

How are you feeling? (1-20?)
Where do you wish to go?

I look into the nearest mirror and lightly jolted as I saw back at me the reflection of my mother, a face that has haunted me for ages. But I am not her. I am dreaming.

At this point, I'm a little peeved. On a scale of one to twenty, I'd say I'm hovering at a charming nine, which, while my typical auspicious number, is not a good number to be today.

A rectangle, huh. I try to reach past it. Maybe there's a wall nearby.

Nope it was fine. You can leave at any time and pick back up later, OR just let night run out and start over with a new setting if you're not liking this one.

Also, It will help if every time your number waivers (drops lower or higher) you mention. Think of it as constant self-evaluation. Assume it's always asked after you react differently.
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You have instated the universal dream rule that 'no bad things can hide in the light'.
No bad things will hide in the light from now on.

The light source is a window.
It appears to be day out.
Opposite the door is a window.

The stairs continue downward.
There is a faint breeze.

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The mirror is one of many.
As you tear your eyes away you notice that there are many mirrors.
A room full of mirrors.
There are many paths back through the mirrors.
As your gaze lingers your own and different reflections stare back at you.
They appear to move with you.
For now.

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You follow the river.
Instead of leading to the pond there is a sandy cove.
How strange...a beach here?
You can see a structure in the distance that resembles an oil rig.
You can see an island.
You can see a path down the beach with a low gate.

You do not know how deep the water is.

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There is a wall.
In fact, you run into it almost immediately.
There is also one to your immediate left.
and right.
Were those there earlier..?
How troublesome.

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No tricks here.
The knob is easily located and there is no visible lock.
You're home free it seems.

With a wall in front of me and on either side of me, I logically look behind me. Because if there's a wall behind me, that means I'm not going to get far in this dream.

<sub>"Ouch."

My right ankle - the one I busted three years ago and has never healed fully - is killing me. Stupid stairs. The light from outside is like air to a drowning man - I stumble down the last few towards it, but hesitate.

I'm kind of curious now about what's down at the bottom of the staircase. But, I tell myself, if there's an axe murderer wearing a bloody butcher apron and a hockey mask down there there's no way I can run back up the stairs on this stupid ankle.

...Wait.

This is a dream, right?

Pfff, I'll wake up before I actually -die- bad ankle or no.

... right?

...HELL WITH THAT.

I go out the door.

14.

(what time is it EST atm?)</sub>

The door seems to believe it is a window.
You eagerly push forward and grab hold of the frame to stop yourself as the door swings outwards.
There is no ground beyond the frame of the door.
The door has opened the wall into the outside.

You can see out in the distance.
You can see straight down.

There is a line of trees below you with birds.
Chimes are being happily blown by the wind directly in front of you.
It is a long way down.
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The path backwards is clear as it was before.
The rectangle shape still stands.
You seem to be missing something..but what?
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Tera has woken up.
She will recall this dream when she sleeps again.
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It is currently 11:57 EST
The door leads to a brightly lit up room.
It appears to be a shop of some sort with spinning brightly coloured tops on all of the shelves.
They are wizzing out of control and occasionally one will shoot across the room in a shower of sparks.
What is this doing here?

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The reflections mirror your movements perfectly.
This seems to be very disorienting.
What will you do?
Should you wake up?
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It seems to be nearing daylight.
You have only a short precious time before your alarm forces you awake.
Do you wake up and scribble a dream journal?
Or let this dream fade away..?
You should decide quickly.

You have five minutes once it hits midnight and you wake up to decide what, if anything, you wish to save.

I wake myself up with the mental light of a thousand suns and one very fashionable table-lamp, and then make studious note of my dream.

Because I want to get even with that clock.

Next nights will fall tomorrow and Sunday.
Saturday's theme is 'games of chance'.
Outcomes of actions may be decided using dice rolling, coin flipping, or random number guessing. Watch out unlucky.

Sunday night's theme will be a special 'horror survival' edition.
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Day breaks.
You wake up with a start to your alarm.
You don't remember hitting snooze?!
Oh no.
You're late.

If you have not woken up by now your dream has been completely forgotten.
You don't have time to daydream with your busy life.

But soon it will be night again.

_{Thanks much! That was fun C: Hope to be on tomorrow night~ Dunno about Sunday though D: I might not be able to sleep afters. I love horror but I can't seem to sustain it for long >_>}

Ooo team dreaming, sounds awesome!

Yes, I am dreaming.I feel about five, maybe six, on a scale of one to twenty.

Good to hear.
Having forgotten your earlier dream you enter the dream world.
You appear waist deep.
It is very foggy and there are decrepit wispy trees around you.
You cannot see very far in their direction.

You can hear animals moving around in the brush on the bank.
A crocodile swims past.



You are dreaming.
In fact you KNOW you are dreaming.
Because you're back in the dark room.
With the rectangle, surrounded by walls on all sides.
The game is afoot.

Oh great, a swamp.At least there's nothing worse than crocs here.

Right as I'm about to scold the clock for being an unmitigated craphead, I realize that it's set to three o'clock. Being a curious bint, I decide to try an experiment:

"What is three plus three?"

Yes. I'm officially talking to a clock.

I give the clock an annoyed look.

"I wanted to know if you were sentient. Now I know you're immature. Way to go."

....

"I mean immature in the most loving way possible, mind you."

I pick up the clock, however. I discovered previously that the clock seems to run on nothing. Is that still the case?

The clock still has no cord or batteries, but there is a key sticking out of the back.
Presumably to wind it up.
Has that always been there before?
The clock starts flipping through numbers again aimlessly.

I'm pretty sure that the key is a new addition. So sure, in fact, that I try to pull it out. I try gently, mind you. Breaking my new friend is not on my 'to-do' list. That's reserved for hot men with long hair.

....Also, because I'm willing to try out theories, I kiss the clock face.

...In case, yanno, it wants to turn into a hot man with long hair.

Alas it's not *that* kind of dream.

As the key is removed the clock starts to blink again.
The flashing light illuminated the carved design of the odd wooden rectangle.
The light momentarily reflects back.

You approach the lights.
They are small orbs swirling in circles over the water.
They are giggling loudly and seem to be having fun.
They speed up when they see you.
They seem very happy to see you.

The light illuminates that the shape is a door.
It is only about as high as your chest.
There is a heavy brass knocker on the surface, but no door handle.
It seems that you have found a way out.

For gits and shiggles...I put the key back in the clock. Just to see what it does.

"Hey to you too, Jost."

It's YOH-st.

I've named the clock, I kid you not.

"Sorry about that. Needed to check something. Let's carry on."

Seeing as the door only comes up to my chest, I crouch down, and try to get a better look at the door's knocker.