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Who: Charlie and YOU
What: Dream plot catch-all
Where: Nightmare!Shop, Nightmare!Farm, Nightmares all over the place, except for maybe a couple fine memories that slip in.
When: Dream event.
How: Way2Go, Kore. You're being weird again
Warning: Violence, death, loads of murder, burning bodies, kidnapping, swearing (And anything else that comes up)
None of Charlie's dreams start out normal. Not most of the time. This night is no exception. There's a young girl in this one. Blonde. Blue eyed. The feeling coming from her is odd. It's rage, sure. But it's a calm rage, as if she's been pushed past her limit and has made a final decision. Around her, buildings burn. People, faceless, run from the buildings. Some of them are on fire and they seem to melt like wax. All of them are faceless.
A body lies nearby, one that the girl turns to look at and mixed with the rage are feelings of attachment and loss. Whoever he was, he'd been important. But now he's gone and the girl is alone.
There's the sound of feet running towards her, faceless men in business suits round a corner. They're armed, guns pointed at her but the small girl doesn't care.
They fire. The bullets explode inches away from her. She's unphased. A glance at the men and they're all burning and the girl continues on, that calm rage fueling her actions. Every step she takes, every person she sets fire to.
There's even a helicopter, bigger than normal. The windows are glowing eyes and the voice coming from it is distorted, demonic. The helicopters shadow seems to have arms that reach for the girl, but there's a flash and a definite rise in heat. The helicopter goes down, a ball of fire and twisted metal and then...it starts over.
"I mean it, I'll burn you up. I'll fry you!" It's the little girl again. The emotions are different. Panicked. And the man from before is standing nearby. His face is clear. There's obviously some relation there. There are faceless men in suits and any time they speak, their voices distorted, there's a sense of angry disbelief from the girl. Their words are bullshit.
"We just wanna talk to you, Charlie. If you'll just get in the car..."
"NO!"
The heat rises and the man standing beside Charlie warns the men. "Can't you feel what she's doing?"
An older man, late sixty's, steps onto the porch. It's a farmhouse. They're at a farm. The man is angry. He's not faceless, either. Neither is his wife. He's armed. The dream distorts, things twist to become more nightmarish and the men in suits look more like monsters. One of them steps forward and it becomes a flurry of gunshots, fire and cars exploding. More people melting and there's a feeling of control slipping from the little girl and suddenly everything's on fire.
"No, this isn't how it happened. Stop! STOP!" Panic, fear and a huge sense of guilt before the dream starts over.
These dreams don't seem to be all that visible. They're more like black and white flashes, really, with the occasional patch of color. Someone's blue eyes will show through the haze, or a red sweater with accompanied feelings of peace. The girl is significantly younger, hair tied up in pigtails one moment or swinging on swings with her parents the next. She's happier, oblivious.
There's a birthday cake. She's five. But there's no candle. That's fine. Each room seen, there's a fire extinguisher. First aid kits. This is normal to her. Don't all homes have this?
There's laughter from a hazy scene of a family watching TV and then there's a monkey at a zoo, the girls full attention on it as her parents stand nearby. Just simple flashes, even one of her, older, at a farm. Chasing chickens and laughing at the way they panicked.
But these dreams are so hard to see, as if they're not normal. They just happened.
(ooc: i'll put up other dreams in the comments, too. sorry this got so long.)
What: Dream plot catch-all
Where: Nightmare!Shop, Nightmare!Farm, Nightmares all over the place, except for maybe a couple fine memories that slip in.
When: Dream event.
How: Way2Go, Kore. You're being weird again
Warning: Violence, death, loads of murder, burning bodies, kidnapping, swearing (And anything else that comes up)
None of Charlie's dreams start out normal. Not most of the time. This night is no exception. There's a young girl in this one. Blonde. Blue eyed. The feeling coming from her is odd. It's rage, sure. But it's a calm rage, as if she's been pushed past her limit and has made a final decision. Around her, buildings burn. People, faceless, run from the buildings. Some of them are on fire and they seem to melt like wax. All of them are faceless.
A body lies nearby, one that the girl turns to look at and mixed with the rage are feelings of attachment and loss. Whoever he was, he'd been important. But now he's gone and the girl is alone.
There's the sound of feet running towards her, faceless men in business suits round a corner. They're armed, guns pointed at her but the small girl doesn't care.
They fire. The bullets explode inches away from her. She's unphased. A glance at the men and they're all burning and the girl continues on, that calm rage fueling her actions. Every step she takes, every person she sets fire to.
There's even a helicopter, bigger than normal. The windows are glowing eyes and the voice coming from it is distorted, demonic. The helicopters shadow seems to have arms that reach for the girl, but there's a flash and a definite rise in heat. The helicopter goes down, a ball of fire and twisted metal and then...it starts over.
"I mean it, I'll burn you up. I'll fry you!" It's the little girl again. The emotions are different. Panicked. And the man from before is standing nearby. His face is clear. There's obviously some relation there. There are faceless men in suits and any time they speak, their voices distorted, there's a sense of angry disbelief from the girl. Their words are bullshit.
"We just wanna talk to you, Charlie. If you'll just get in the car..."
"NO!"
The heat rises and the man standing beside Charlie warns the men. "Can't you feel what she's doing?"
An older man, late sixty's, steps onto the porch. It's a farmhouse. They're at a farm. The man is angry. He's not faceless, either. Neither is his wife. He's armed. The dream distorts, things twist to become more nightmarish and the men in suits look more like monsters. One of them steps forward and it becomes a flurry of gunshots, fire and cars exploding. More people melting and there's a feeling of control slipping from the little girl and suddenly everything's on fire.
"No, this isn't how it happened. Stop! STOP!" Panic, fear and a huge sense of guilt before the dream starts over.
These dreams don't seem to be all that visible. They're more like black and white flashes, really, with the occasional patch of color. Someone's blue eyes will show through the haze, or a red sweater with accompanied feelings of peace. The girl is significantly younger, hair tied up in pigtails one moment or swinging on swings with her parents the next. She's happier, oblivious.
There's a birthday cake. She's five. But there's no candle. That's fine. Each room seen, there's a fire extinguisher. First aid kits. This is normal to her. Don't all homes have this?
There's laughter from a hazy scene of a family watching TV and then there's a monkey at a zoo, the girls full attention on it as her parents stand nearby. Just simple flashes, even one of her, older, at a farm. Chasing chickens and laughing at the way they panicked.
But these dreams are so hard to see, as if they're not normal. They just happened.
(ooc: i'll put up other dreams in the comments, too. sorry this got so long.)