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42565 No. 42565 ID: 52b98c

What do your dreams say about you?

Do you sleep at night, or in the day? Do you sleep at all, or merely rest? Perhaps your dreams come unbidden in the darkness of the mind, and perhaps you seek them out when left with nothing else to do. But we all dream, in one way or another; and dreams are the mirror of the self.

What do they reflect?
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No. 42566 ID: 52b98c
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Victorious dreams a straight white road, solid and clear beneath his feet, that leads into the distant darkness. Along the road, the dead stand: they gesture for him to continue. He ignores them, yet still he walks.
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Maolla sleeps when she grows tired: her people do not cycle through the days, as other species do. Though her body rests, her mind bathes in the ocean of her species' souls, borne on an eternal tide of thought. She knows that she dreams, and chooses what fantasies she wishes. Tonight she dreams of wading through water under the trees of her homeworld, whose leaves shade her from a sky that burns with three harsh suns; she walks beside the one whose pattern is partner to hers, bound through life and death, yet whom she has not met again in three successive lives.
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No. 42568 ID: 52b98c
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Saulanna does not dream as mortal humans do; perhaps she never will again. Her mind is vast, yet it is a void that stretches away in all directions, empty. Before her flows a river of magic, cold and wonderful as is the moon; above her burns the will of titans, intrusive and essential as the sun. In the background, her servant sorts the memories that he has stolen for her. There is nothing else.
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No. 42569 ID: 52b98c

Perhaps we can learn things about some other people that we know...
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No. 42574 ID: 715620
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Jack the Scavanger sleeps whenever he can, for in the wasteland that is his home, sleep and safety are almost always uncertain.

He dreams of a golden, shining acropolis, stretching into and beyond the heavens. Free of disease, of the Blight, of the silent killer that is radiation. It is always this dream, where there is no sun but merely a brightly lit dome, where there are no monsters, but friends, and a large family to welcome him.
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No. 42591 ID: ca6975
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Ti-kza dreams.

In her dream, she is on a table. She only knows this for reasons unknown to her, for her senses are gone. Her sight is black. She hears not even the rush of air past her antennae. She feels the table.

She feels parts of her being sliced and twisted, and cannot scream as she feels them pulled away from her. The pain is intense, yet also unreal like a distant recollection. She feels boxes. Metal containers. They are placed around her, far too tight, crippling her, breaking her limbs and her digits. She screams for help, for someone to stop this.

Metal rods bore into her skull. She can hear again. She hears dispassionate emotionless voices. They instruct her to remain still. She can't move. The boxes tighten, crushing her. She cries and pleads for them to stop.

She is placed upright, unable to feel. She is instructed to work. She screams in pain and the raw terror she feels, and manages to lurch forward, the things crushing and biting into her body heavy as lead. Her eyes are ripped out, and new ones jammed into their sockets. The last thing she sees are emotionless saa-kru faces before her head is also closed away.

She is told to keep walking. It hurts. It hurts so much. She can't see. She keeps walking, sure she can feel her blood pooling around her. She can hear her own screams and is met with only silence.

And yet the worst thing, the worst thing of all, is that she knows this is how it will be for the rest of her life. Forever. Trapped inside a metal container, feeling the world outside with artificial senses puncturing her flesh and her skull.

She wants to die, but she cannot move so freely. All she can do is walk, while saa-kru walk around her, muttering and taking notes.

She wakes. It takes her a few moments to compose herself. She needs to look responsible. Her superiors could turn up at any moment. It would not do for the facility administrator to be curled up, a broken wreck and a waste of expensive technology. It would not do at all.
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No. 42592 ID: 35e1a0

:<
mission: make a new living body for saru: priority increase.
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Aside from the times she dreams she's a large male gnoll, a shapeshifting undead cat or a draconic kobold or other silly things, Chee dreams of the 12 hours in which she thought that her life might just get to be normal.
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No. 42626 ID: f70e5e

awww, poor chee.
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No. 42628 ID: 418acf
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Every night Emily must rest her body and 'sleep'. It is one of the few upsides to being a flesh golem.
She can control her dreams as much as she wants but she prefers to dream of the person she cares for the most, The Overlord.
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No. 42703 ID: 44766a

So that is what the Overlord looked like before most of him went Boom.
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No. 42705 ID: 35e1a0

>>352503
maybe. could be an idealized version based on emily's memory.
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No. 42716 ID: b1f0e2

>>352428
dawwww...
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No. 42730 ID: afde7a
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Manny's having this weird dream about all these nukes going off and some weirdo who lives in a tower.
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http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/352365.html#352365
Not entirely sure why Jukashi did this when ITQ is here, so I'm posting it here. :|

Sleep is a precious luxury that one can hardly afford to partake in when in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, but when sleep does inevitably come, Eli often finds himself dreaming of simple times and even simpler pleasures. He dreams of a land filled with mirth and melody, of bright lights and painted men, of candy-cane tents and carnival games, of hearty laughs and child's play.

This land is his, and as long as the music still plays and the lights still shine, as long as he stays in the greatest place on earth, he is safe.
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No. 42813 ID: 2ae337
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Venian dreams of simpler times. Usually back when he didn't know his family hated Rokof. Or when the only thing he knew about being Patriarch was that it was boring and he didn't want it.

In this case it was the first time he and Rokof met Nietch. They played hooky from school and hid in the market district. It was there they first saw Nietch with his father. And were subsequently confused about her gender for the first time.
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No. 42883 ID: e1c562
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Oken's dreams are plagued by dark visions, shadowed whispers and various similar mental assaults, it has proven futile for Oken to make any sense of them beyond the torture it brings to her mind.

Astranians refer to this condition as "Torment"

. . . Recently however Oken's Torment has twisted away from it's nebulous consistency, the Torment appears to have manifested into nightmarish forms, and it's whispers betray ever more clarity . . .
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No. 42884 ID: c7b6c2

lw y u do dis
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No. 42900 ID: 7b2058

In before Oken starts killing bugs with her mind.
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No. 42904 ID: e81abe

>>352606

SBAHJ dream is best dream
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No. 42905 ID: 335f53

>>352683
(this is a really great picture!)
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No. 43038 ID: 9c538a
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43038

>>352683

welp, time for bed
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