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baedalites ([personal profile] baedalites) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2012-03-31 08:21 pm

birds singing in the sycamore tree

As night falls on Baedal, the city is almost quiet. The streets have a few last minute workers returning home, but by now, most citizens have already gone by the temples and picked up their vurt, ready to lay down and dream.

After placing a not-feather in one's mouth, there's a moment where it fizzes against the tongue before sliding coolly down the back of the throat and pulling the user down into sleep. A series of impressions, more sensation than anything concrete, appears before the user and this is how one chooses which Dreamer to enter.
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[personal profile] controlledvariable 2012-04-12 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
After the handshake, Steph slips her hands into her pockets and floats a little idly in the air, "I never got the hang of lucid dreaming, but you could always give it a shot."

"That makes sense," accompanied by a crinkle of her nose as she thinks about that, "It'd probably get pretty claustrophobic in a shuttle." Not that... that's what she meant, but she figures Astrid might be from one of worlds-without-weird-things, and decides not to elaborate on flying aliens.