Lloyd Irving

The dream starts off simply enough, with the figure of a glowering forevveraglub standing with arms crossed. The scenery around him is indistinct, perhaps a field or a forest. rainbowpalette, a girl, is standing in front of him. Neither one looks happy, but the girl is particularly upset. Eridan snaps something at Kanaya, who looks like she's almost in tears.

For a moment, the dream fuzzes and goes out of focus and...

You know what? This sort of dream is best represented with ( a series of horribly drawn MSPaint pics~ )

Warnings: Violence and death.

Metal crashed against metal in a desperate cacophony. Lloyd struggled to push Kratos's sword away, but the razor sharp edge only slid closer to his throat.

( Why...? )

[Lloyd watched the end of the "dream" with wide eyes. Was it a dream? It wasn't a memory. He remembered how that battle had gone, and it hadn't gone like that. But he didn't remember this dream. He must have forgotten it.

With a shudder he turned the Dreamberry off. He was so glad it was only a dream.]

Warnings: None
Effects: Feelings of desperation, then safety.

( His feet pounded on the dirt, his heartbeat rapid, deafening. )


Nngh. [Something is tickling his cheek. The dream fades as consciousness slowly penetrates his brain, but the Dreamberry remains on, recording. He turns his face away from whatever it was touching - giving anyone still watching a very good view of the thick lines and doodles drawn all over his face. There's a feather on his pillow, and more on his shirt, stuck to... is that syrup?]

Huh? [Lloyd's eyes are open now and he's staring groggily at the Dreamberry.] Why's that on...? [He reaches out and picks it up, but he doesn't turn it off before dropping his head back onto his pillow. He might have forgotten to. He's still half asleep.] Ugh. I'm so not ready to wake up...