Thursday: Nightmares and dreamscapes
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comment_ficAn ideal world. A nightmare you can’t wake up from. Everything you’ve ever wanted--it should be perfect, right? Is it? Is it Utopia, or Dystopia? What happens when your dreams come true? What about when everything goes wrong and you don’t see a way out?
Your prompt can be an actual dream scenario, symbolic, prognostic, a warning, a wish fulfillment; or a character’s actual hopes and dreams being fulfilled; or on the flip side, your character’s worst nightmare coming true, and how do they cope.
A reminder of the rules:
Remember to follow the format for our lovely coders:
For a single fandom:
For multiple fandoms / crossovers:
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tag = nightmaresdreamscapes
Your prompt can be an actual dream scenario, symbolic, prognostic, a warning, a wish fulfillment; or a character’s actual hopes and dreams being fulfilled; or on the flip side, your character’s worst nightmare coming true, and how do they cope.
A reminder of the rules:
- No more than three prompts per fandom
- No more than five prompts in a row
- If one or more of your prompts is filled, you can then prompt again
- No spoilers within prompts until a week after the airdate/release
- Warn for spoilers in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text
Remember to follow the format for our lovely coders:
For a single fandom:
Supernatural, Castiel/Dean, The End’verse: it’s daily nightmare and there's no waking up
Inception, Arthur/Eames, is this limbo or is this just happily ever after?
For multiple fandoms / crossovers:
Doctor Who/Supernatural, Amy Pond, Amy dreams of murdered angels
Nothing here curls your noodles? Take a look at the archive of Lonely Prompts.
tag = nightmaresdreamscapes
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:03 pm (UTC)The Horror of Waking (G) Dean/Castiel, mention of Sam/Gabriel
Date: 2010-09-15 10:22 pm (UTC)Sometimes Castiel dreams he's happy. They're happy.
Dean smiles and laughs and loves. Loves his brother -- whole, alive and happily bonded to Gabriel --, loves Castiel, loves their fledgling. The world is at peace. No Paradise, no Ending.
Dean gets to do what makes him happiest -- hunting. And Castiel gets to do what makes him happiest - being at Dean's side. They have joy in their fledgling -- her giggle, her smile, the complete and utter trust she has in her fathers.
Castiel dreams he curls in bed with Dean, their child nestled between them. He dreams he falls asleep happy.
The nightmare is waking up. The nightmare is Dean's cold empty eyes and the pills that don't dull reality enough. The nightmare is remembering the dream that refuses to fade.
Everyday is a nightmare but Castiel would rather have the nightmare than nothing at all.
Re: The Horror of Waking (G) Dean/Castiel, mention of Sam/Gabriel
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-10 01:41 am (UTC)The sudden idea that he was stuck in a dream overwhelmed him. The air seemed to become dense around him and he struggled to breath. And Arthur slept on, not moving. Eames hand moved lower, dipping to Arthur's neck, touching as much skin as possible. There was a distant thought of his totem, lost in a pocket somewhere. It seemed less real then the slow rise and fall of Arthur's chest.
Arthur rolled onto his back, dark eyes blinking slowly as he woke up. Eames felt the air rush back into his lungs. He remembered years as splintered fragments each of an event that had added lines to their faces but they all felt just out of reach. Unlike Arthur, who was there under his hand.
Sleep still hung around them as Eames leaned down, catching his lips in a slow kiss. Not caring if he was in a dream or in reality or wherever.
It didn't matter with Arthur kissing him.
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-25 12:21 am (UTC)The dreams were always so real; she could hear them really hear them. She watched as they fought, sometimes each other sometimes monsters that looked human. She could feel that these creatures that wore human skin were the farthest from it. One of them had fallen while she watched another murdered him for sport. She walked over to his body on the floor and sat beside him, she reached out and pushed the hair out of his face. He looked at her like she was there, like this was all real for him. She held his hand.
“It’s going to be all right,” she whispered to him.
“No it’s not,” he said, “Stay with me?” he asked.
Amy nodded and held his hand tightly. He stared at her almost smiling and took a deep breath.
“Thank you” he said barely a whisper.
The room erupted into white. She could smell the floor burning and all at once the light was gone. Wings had burnt into the floor under him. She held his hand tighter hoping he would come back to her, tears fell down her face. She closed his eyes. The dream started to fade away she screamed at it trying to hang on a bit longer.
She woke with a start and wiped the tears from her face. She never forgot their faces; they stayed with her for the rest of her life.
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-09 02:05 pm (UTC)Twisted Dreaming - Part 1/2
Date: 2010-09-09 09:19 pm (UTC)“You know, Dean,” The young face of John Winchester spoke as if he were bored as he tapped a pale finger along side Dean’s cheek, “I don’t have to keep doing this. I don’t have to keep pulling you from the few little moments of happy Father allows you to have.”
Dean crowded further against the dingy wall that was once one of the few fields of nothing he and Sam just stopped in to look up at the sky, to stare up at the sky. At least that was what it was before Michael showed up. Now Dean wasn’t even sure where he was. “Then leave me alone.”
Michael shook his head and gave a sad sigh, “Only when you agree to all terms and conditions. Until then it’s you and me. Oh and Sam. You remember this night, don’t you?”
Michael tilted his head as he moved to leaned next to Dean, “I remember it. All of Heaven remembers it actually. The first time you called Sammy boy a freak. Broke his heart and then he went and got himself clawed up by a, what was it?”
“Werewolf.” Dean bit into his lip and looked away but Michael grabbed his face and forced him to watch as the Dad he knew dragged Sam into the room by an arm even through he was gushing blood.
“Daddy thought you might have to put him down,” Michael chuckled and wiggled his brows.
Dean jerked out of Michael’s grip and swung hard and wide and missed. His fist smashed through the plaster of the wall and he almost howled in pain before he looked up and met the taunting gaze of Michael. “Stop it. Just stop it you son of a bitch!”
“If you just say yes I won’t do this anymore.”
“No,” Dean ground out before something pulled him out of his dream and he was starring straight into concerned eyes.
“You okay, man? I thought you were about to take out the lamp with the way you were flailing around,” Sam rubbed a hand across Dean’s shoulder and waited for some kind of nod or answer before he moved.
“Just a dream,” Dean sighed. “Let’s hit the road.”
He was in the Impala, fingers thumping against the steering wheel in time with AC/DC when the song shifted to Bon Jovi, Dead or Alive. Dean immediately went to change the station and Michael was there tsking the action.
“Really Dean? I changed the station. You aren’t going to change it back even if you were listening to a cassette. Don’t bother.”
“Right,” Dean pulled his hands off the steering wheel just to see what happened and rolled his eyes. The car just kept on driving.
“So now that you aren’t distracted have you given any thought to my offer?”
“I won’t do it.”
“Are you sure about that?” Michael towards the passenger seat and Dean’s eyes widened when he saw Sam. Please wake up.What was about to happen to Sam?
Dean ignored everything inside him that was telling him to say yes and give in when he answered Michael, “I won’t do it. You might want to give up because I won’t do it.”
“That’s really too bad, Dean. Sam here might have appreciated you saying yes this time around.” Michael shrugged and disappeared from the car. It was seconds after Michael disappeared when the screech of tires and the crunch of metal happened, when Dean could hear Sam’s agonizing screams.
Dean blinked and choked. His side of the car was in pristine condition but Sam’s. Oh God, Sam. Dean was trying to get to him but it was so mangled, so distorted all he could do was worm a hand through the metal and touch Sam.
“I told you Sam would have appreciated you saying yes.” Michael shrugged and Dean was tearing out of the car after the bastard. He was screaming and yelling, not really caring what was coming out of his mouth. He was going to tear Michael limb from limb for what he was doing. “Just say yes, Dean. Just say yes and we can stop this. It’ll be over.”
“Never,” Dean bowed his head and he felt something shaking him out of the dream. Blinking awake Dean bit into his lip to keep the waterworks at bay from seeing Sam looking at him like he was crazy for sleeping so late.
“You gonna stay in bed all day or do you want to get some work done?”
“Give me a few minutes,” Dean waved Sam away and curled back beneath the covers.
Twisted Dreaming - Part 2/2
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-02 12:49 am (UTC)He blinks, he sees someone in the distance, and he knows that it’s him. It’s always him on the top of the ridge watching and judging silently. He tries to yell to tell him he’s sorry, to tell him that things would never have worked. That it always led to this point in time, no matter what he changed it always ended here; on this rock falling through space turning faster than even he can imagine.
He tries to scream to make it all end but it never ends here. He needs to watch them suffer over and over every time. He falls to his hands and knees, he can feel his hands burning away, it feels like regenerating but it never ends, the pain never stops. He hears him walking closer stopping in front of him waiting. He looks up knowing, always knowing whom he would see; it was his past. The man he always ran from, he looked up and saw himself. He wants to apologize to make this all right but nothing will change this.
“I’m sorry” he says looking away, it’s not enough it’s never enough.
He looks up again he’s gone. He pulls himself up to his knees and watches the city collapse. He watches the culture and people of Gallifrey fall all around him, his people burning. The world starts to melt away. He can see himself in the distance walking into the fallen city not turning around, if would only turn around. He tries to shout, to apologize again all he needs is this.
He’s alone again; all that’s left is the burning field around him. He watches as the dream fades away. He screams. He needs this before he wakes up. He screams into waking.
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-09 02:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-09 02:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-09 06:02 pm (UTC)Leonard has been having this dream since he was thirteen years old. Some of the older ladies in the neighborhood said he might be reincarnated, it might be bad entertainment or that he needed to pray more. But each night, he saw himself, older, stronger, blood thirsty yet civilized and a leader. So many different things mixing together to form one man.
There was also a woman. Strong, dark haired, blue eyes... she was the damnedest thing. Every one of the girls he loved or hell, even liked, were similar. His ex-wife was the closest and well, he was in Starfleet for some reason.
Tonight the dream changed. He was the Roman... and the Roman was him. They stood, looking at each other through a mirror, both reaching out and both touching the glass. The glass then shattered as the Roman grabbed him, pressing his lips against his own. "It's time to conquer, my new self... this world, this galaxy has been too wild for too long."
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:10 pm (UTC)Wrong | Batman: Under the Red Hood, Jason, he knows he came back wrong
Date: 2011-03-13 02:09 am (UTC)He tries to control it, control his urges. He saves a woman from a rapist, beats up a mugger, does his part to stop crime. But it's not enough.
He follows the criminals he stops, watches them waits for something to break. He doesn't know what it is he's waiting for until it happens. One of the pimps he's hunting hits his woman and Jason is on him. His knife slices through the man's jugular and he's drenched in blood.
The woman starts screaming but he doesn't care. He finally feels right, like his skin fits. This is what he was brought back for, to destroy those that broke the raw. It all made sense now.
Re: Wrong | Batman: Under the Red Hood, Jason, he knows he came back wrong
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:12 pm (UTC)Smile
Date: 2010-09-13 02:36 am (UTC)He smiles, but it's narrow and cold.
"I'm not someone you want as an enemy," he says.
I wake then, gasping and clutching at my sheets. His laugh follows me into wakefulness.
And when his eyes meet mine across the screens and he smiles that same narrow and cold smile...
I shiver.
Re: Smile
From:Re: Smile
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-09 02:12 pm (UTC)Memory strives with Death - PG, Highlander crossover
Date: 2011-03-13 04:44 am (UTC)The buzz hits while he's waiting in line for his coffee. Peter's in his car, on the phone with Hughes about some crisis they'll deal with when they get to the office, and Neal hasn't carried a sword since he became Neal almost a decade and a half ago.
He almost panics, almost looks around and gives himself away. But Neal has been in the Game for a very long time and most immortals can’t actually pinpoint a buzz. So he smiles at the barista, gives his and Peter’s order, waits patiently while chatting with another costumer about her adorable toddler, drops a five in the tip jar, and collects his two coffees, all without looking around like a fool.
He even smiles at the other immortal as he leaves in the middle of a crowd. The man looks middle-aged, though fit, of course. He’s staring hard at everyone and can’t even tell when Neal walks right past him. Young, then. Maybe a century, but probably not. He won’t notice for a little while that Neal’s buzz has faded, and he won’t remember Neal.
Peter burns his mouth on the coffee and grumbles about it. Neal tries not to remember certain things and wonders how long that kid will last.
Re: Memory strives with Death - PG, Highlander crossover
From:Re: Memory strives with Death - PG, Highlander crossover
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-09 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-09 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-09 02:19 pm (UTC)Cold Steel and Hot Breath
Date: 2010-09-10 12:43 am (UTC)Hotch shot up in bed in a cold sweat with a sharp intake of breath. The feeling from the dream, the nightmare, would linger for hours now. Those two terrifying sensations...cold steel and hot breath.
Hope you enjoyed! :D
Re: Cold Steel and Hot Breath
From:Re: Cold Steel and Hot Breath
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:19 pm (UTC)No fic, but...
Date: 2010-09-09 10:58 pm (UTC)This might not be what you were looking for, but I had to try.
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Date: 2010-09-09 02:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-09 02:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-09 02:25 pm (UTC)Thursday: Nightmares and dreamscapes
Date: 2010-09-09 02:30 pm (UTC)