Scary, very scary if you know about Striders, bonding and this pair.
(Additional note, it was this picture that inspired me to start The Dreamwalker - which is why it appears as part of the story that it wasn’t originally meant to be)
Posts tagged dreamwalker
Posted 1 year ago
Dreamwalker (part 1)
It happened again. I got out of the shower and went over to the mirror above the sink. When I went to wipe off the moisture, I see the other Strider. No one I know. He’s cradling someone in his arms and tries to speak.
I’ve never heard what he has to say. It never lasts long enough. But every time, it gets clearer. Every time, I feel like I’m finally closer to hearing what he has to say. It’s probably time that I asked.
“Dad, got a question,” I wandered out of the bathroom trying to work out where I’d find my dad.
“Yes, Goby” the dads answered in chorus. I hate it when they do that. It’s like they live on the same wave length. I should have known they’d be snuggling on the couch before dad Sam went off to work. They always snuggle if they can.
“Sorry, Dad,” I said to dad Sam. “It’s a Strider question.” I turned to my other dad, Jericho.
“There’s this thing that’s been happening the past few days. I get out of the shower and see another Strider when I look at the mirror.”
Dad Jericho looked at me. “Is the mirror wet?”
“Well, it is till I wipe it off to get a better look.”
“Damn, boy, you’ll never get a better look that way. What have you seen so far?”
“All I know is he looks like his heart is about to break in two and he’s holding someone.”
(Source: pibsims)
Posted 1 year ago
Dreamwalker (part 2)
Dad Jer templed his fingers as he thought it over. Dad Sam took one glance and decided he might as well head off for work. I waited for a bit but my dad waved me away when he noticed I was still hanging out.
Another day, another shower. This time, as I was headed into the shower, my dads both entered the room.
“Dad! Do you mind?”
Dad Jer shook his head. “You asked me about the Strider in the mirror. I have two theories, either he’s attempting to create a portal or he’s dreamwalking. If it’s a portal, I should see him too. And there won’t be much time to decide what to do. If he’s dreamwalking, you are the only one who can see him. And you’ll be the only one who can save him.”
“Can’t you come in after the shower?”
Dad Jer shook his head. “Time is short. We have to see the mirror when it’s wet. I’ll have a better idea what it is and you’ll have to make your decision then.”
“Jericho explained the dreamwalking as a living nightmare. For a Strider, there is some chance that they won’t be able to distinguish the dream from reality. And depending on the dream, that could cause them to die, just as if it were reality.” Dad Sam told me.
“So, if it’s a portal, and you decide to go through and help, there’s little we can do. If it’s a dream, your body will stay here and we should be able to pull you back if things seem to be going badly.”
Dad Sam looked at me with a twinkle in one eye. “We thought the time of day might make a difference. So we came in now. Run the hot water, even if you’ve decided to put off the shower for the moment.”
(Source: pibsims)
Posted 1 year ago
Dreamwalker (part 3)
The dads looked at each other. “Where did we go wrong with that boy? He’s body shy.”
“I don’t know. Maybe we should try again? We need practice at toddler taming.” By this point, the dads were completely wrapped in each other, nothing less than a parade of pink elephants was going to interrupt Dad Jer trying to convince Dad Sam that it was time for a baby. You would think with me and my 5 siblings, that they already had plenty of kids for one couple. I once asked Dad Sam why he always let Dad Jer win. “I like babies and it’s fun to let Jericho convince me that we have to have another one.”
So I went ahead and took the shower. When I got out, I quickly pulled on fresh clothes.
Dad Jer was staring at the mirror. “Nothing. I see nothing,” he told Dad Sam.
I walked over to the mirror. “But he’s right there.” Once again, I saw the Strider cradling someone in his arms.
“Then it’s a dreamwalk. I think whoever it is has been caught in this loop for some time. Goby, I mentioned before that there are dangers involved in a dreamwalk. If you believe in the dream, it can kill you. But if you don’t go, whoever that is will probably die in this dream, sooner or later. He’s calling you. Will you answer?” My dads stood quietly waiting for my decision.
(Source: pibsims)
Posted 1 year ago
The Valley in Winter: Storm Lord (Dreamwalker AU) Part 1
After the first night I had the dream, it became a recurring nightmare. I was almost always older than my seventeen years. Almost, but not always on the beach. And no matter where I was, I was frantically trying to find the man with the pink skin and blue hair.
And every time I found him, if I even could, I was too late.
He was already gone.
I lost track of the number of times I cradled his lifeless body in my arms. I could barely sleep at all anymore, tired all the time.
Elder Sirena was beginning to worry about me, especially when I told her that most of these nightmares took place on land. My Father had brought me home to the Depths when I was thirteen. I was aging Sim fast, and when puberty hit my powers manifested.
And what powers they were.
I soon outgrew his ability to control what I could not, and so he brought me here.
I could move the waves with a strength not seen in centuries. I could summon lightning in the water, and great storms on land. I could feel the ebb and flow of the Verse itself, although I could do nothing with it, yet. Elder Sirena and the Council convened. They agreed that I could stay Below, would be guarded, trained.
They sent my Father back into his exile on land.
I have not seen him since that day.
I hear it whispered in the coral halls, when I pass.
Storm Lord.
There has not been a Storm Lord living in generations. People look at me when I walk past like I’m something special, like I’ll do great things.
I just wish I could sleep one dreamless night.
My name is Nautilus, of the Deepstrike clan.
And I’m really fucking tired.
damn awesome
Posted 1 year ago
The Valley in Winter: Storm Lord (Dreamwalker AU) Part 2
I am starting to realize that someone is fucking with me. And I don’t have a damn clue what I can do about it.
These nightmares, these… dreams. They are getting more real. The last one, I was running through a heavy woods. On my normal frantic search for the pink man I need so desperately to find. Who I desperately need to save.
I cut myself, looking for him, on a branch. The pain was immediate, and not dreamlike at all.
And when I forced myself to wake… I was bleeding.
I think someone fears me. Not what I am right now, but what I have the potential to be. I am the most powerful male to be born in thousands of years, in a completely Matriarchal society. The last Storm Lord is remembered as nearly a god, a myth. He was the Maelstrom. I am just Nautilus.
All I want is to be left alone.
I miss my Father.
Damn woman. I don’t know if I should tell you to post more often or not. Cause that’s too much awesome.
Posted 1 year ago
Dreamwalker (part 4)
I glanced at my dads, then looked back in the mirror. The other Strider was clearer than ever before, nearly weeping over the body he clutched so tightly. Before I could ask Dad Jer what to do, it started to fade again. “Help me,” said the Strider in the mirror. And with that, he was gone.
I found that I was shivering as much as though I was the one who desperately needed help. “Dad, he’s gone again.”
Dad Jer nodded, “There was a good chance that would happen. It’s probably the point at which he wakes. If he lives, he’ll be back in this nightmare again.”
I looked down to find that the sink was full of water. “Why?”
There was no answer to my question. The water slowly left the sink and enveloped my head. It was salt water, not fresh.
“I set up the salt water tanks if that’s not enough,” said Dad Sam.
I think Dad Jer replied. I’m pretty sure he did. I have no idea what the reply was.
I didn’t hear the reply because even more water appeared and for the first time in my life, I was surrounded by salt water. I was a true Strider. Breathing was tricky while my body switched from lungs to gills. As for the rest of me, it felt so weird. Like some part of me was coming to life, some part that I didn’t even know was missing until now. “Holy goddess. Dad? What the hell?”
My dad kept the water surrounding me for some minutes. Then finally he sent it back to the various containers. I abruptly sat on the floor, shaking like a leaf. “What happened?”
“It takes salt water to truly trigger a Strider’s abilities. If you had grown up in the depths, that would have felt perfectly normal to you. But you’ve never been covered with salt water before, and for that, I am sorry.”
“Dad, why did you have this little sink full of water?”
“If you had decided to try Dreamwalking today, I was just going to cover the mirror with water and ask you to touch the glass through the water. Since the contact broke off so quickly, I decided that today we should go ahead and thoroughly do it. You were so precocious as a toddler and then your abilities with water stopped.” He turned to Dad Sam. “Sam, I think it’s time that we took the family for a holiday at the beach.”
“No.” Both Dad Jer and I stared at Dad Sam. That was his serious ‘I am never ever going to change this answer’ no. Then, softer and quieter, “No, my love. We need to move. We need to find a large house near enough to the ocean that you can smell the sea. Preferably so that you can be swimming in two minutes. Since I’ve known you, you’ve always missed the sea. But this…” he paused then shook his head, “I had no idea that our Strider children needed the presence of salt water like that.”
“Sam, your career.”
“I’m a cop, Jer. I can get a job anywhere. When we find a suitable place, the family moves. Unless you can tell me three times over that you have no desire to be closer to the ocean.”
Posted 1 year ago
The Valley in Winter: Storm Lord (Dreamwalker AU) Part 3
I had a brief moment of lucidity. A few minutes where I could see how close to the edge of madness I was coming.
It scared me.
I remember telling Elder Sirena about my fears, about the dreams. Showing her the deep gash in my arm from the tree that struck me.
The next time I succumbed to sleep, I dreamed.
I never woke up.
There is a place, at the center of the Verses, that some can visit in their dreams. A very dangerous place. It is like the center of a wheel, touching every Verse, connecting them all. If you are cut here, you will bleed in the waking world. If you die here, well… you get the idea.
Most who find themselves in this place only touch it briefly, in and out. Remember it as a normal dream. They aren’t really here.
There are Striders, rare Striders born with the ability to walk in these dreams, aware of everything. They can send their spirit alone… or they can enter this place completely. Their entire being, spiritual and corporeal.
If they are feeling particularly evil, they can force someone else to be here completely. I am here, mind, body and soul. Trapped in my nightmare. I fight to keep my mind, stay aware of who and what I am. Fight the nightmare already slipping in the edges of my mind. I try to use my abilities, any of them. I cannot feel or sense any water in this place. There are no storms to summon, the lightning does not come to my call here. I can feel the ebb and flow of the worlds all around me, but when I reach out to touch, it slides, slips from me like an eel.
My powers have been locked away in a corner of my mind where I cannot reach them. I keep trying anyway. I begin to lose the fight to hold onto myself. Being here, in this place so solidly, I can feel the thoughts, memories of my other selves. The version of me that dreams in Verses other than my own.
I am consumed with worry. The scenery changes around me and I’m on the beach of the first dream. I have to find him, my (flower boy) lost love, my (Derek) heart and soul, my (Hibiscus) mate. Memories assail me, and I feel myself flicker, my body changing. I see tattoos on my arms, feel piercings in my face. I am no longer a strider, but a pale freckled Sim, blazing red hair, looking for a blonde man in the waves. I am the older version of myself, looking for the pale pink man.
Whoever he is, he is my other half, on nearly every Verse out there. I haven’t even met him yet and I lose him every time I dream.
I give up trying to hold onto myself overwhelmed. I let go, and am dragged under.
Posted 1 year ago
The Valley in Winter: Storm Lord (Dreamwalker AU) Part 4
Something different snapped me back to myself. I knelt on the beach, holding my lost love tightly in my arms, his long blue hair clinging to the both of us, soaked with sea water. His chest was still, so still.
The difference was the thick mist that hung in the air before me. I’d never seen anything like it before, not here in this place. I could feel something, the threads of another Verse, emanating from the mist, and as I concentrated completely on it, it snapped into focus. I saw a Strider, not much older than my true self, staring at me. His skin was darker blue than mine, his hair black. His dark grey eyes were filled with concern, and I realized that he could see me.
He could see me.
I stretched a hand towards the mist, reaching not only to him but to the threads of that Verse, brushing against them with my fingertips but unable to hold on. I began to get hazy, and before the mist disappeared I cried out.
“Help me!”
The mist swirled, and he was gone.
I lost myself once more.
The next time I was ready. When I saw the mist again, I let everything else go. I felt a sharp tug of pain in my heart as the pink man faded from my arms, but it couldn’t be helped. My older self bled away, and I was my true self again. I opened my eyes to see the other teenager standing in front of me, slightly transparent. He was not here in the flesh as I was, but merely projecting himself.
I could see three faint threads connecting him to the misty wall behind him, anchoring him to his Verse. He looked down at me where I knelt in the sand. Silently, he offered me his hand. I reached up, and past it, clasping his forearm. Surprise flashed in his eyes, then his fingers wrapped around my arm too. He pulled me to my feet, and we stared at each other for a moment.
“I don’t know how to help you.”
“Just get me out of here, please, I’m begging you. Take me back with you.” He nodded, and turned, pulling me along with him. He let go of my arm and I panicked a bit, reaching out and grabbing his hand.
“Sorry.”
“S’ok. I think I need to be touching you for this to work though.” He nodded, and stared like he could see something through the mist. Something made me turn around. What stood behind us made my heart pound in my chest.
“No time to think about it, just GO!” I pushed him towards the mist, grabbing at the threads that anchored him into his Verse and pulling hard. We hit some resistance, before slamming into a heap on the floor on the other side. I saw tile, and a bathtub, and before I blacked out, a face I thought I would never see again.
Blue blonde Deepstrike hair. Blue eyes as brilliant as my own. I had time to say “Father?” And then a wave of blackness took me under, and I had nothing left to fight it.
Posted 1 year ago
Dreamwalker (part 5)
My first Dreamwalk was a blur. I remember Dad Jer holding salt water against mirror. Dad Sam holding me with one hand and Dad Jer with the other. “I will be your anchor. I should be able to transmit Jer’s power if you need need more. And help you find your way back when you are ready.” I could feel their love binding me to this time and place.
The actual journey, so weird. The Strider was so solid. And so frightened. His fear threatened to warp everything, it took all my concentration to keep what control I could. He begged for me to take him with me. I agree and turned to follow my anchor home. I could see my dads, waiting and watching for me.
I felt it when he looked back into the depths of the Dream when we leaving. Doesn’t he know, you never look back while you’re here? Behind you is what you fear most. Seeing the thing you most fear, gives it reality in the Dream.
We made it though we had to force our way back. His eyes widened when he saw Dad Jer. He said, “Father, ” and fell over.
Dad Sam and I stopped staring at the Strider and looked at Dad Jer. Dad Jer’s eyes never left the Strider on the floor.
“Jer, do you have something to tell us?”
Dad Jer lightly touched the Strider on the floor. “I’ve never seen him before in my life. And yet, yes, he is my blood. He is my son. But how?”
It was about then that he went into convulsions. Dad Jer grabbed his shoulders and Dad Sam his legs, trying their best to keep the Strider from hurting himself as he thrashed. “Goby, fill the tub. Now!” shouted Dad Jer.
I went to turn the taps when two voices bellowed “Salt water, Goby. From the tanks.” Even Dad Sam remembered what I failed to, that a Strider’s native environment is the sea. In my rush to grab the sea water, I could hear the tanks break. I had pulled the water straight through the glass sides. God, Dad was going to kill me when he noticed I ruined them.
When the tub was full, the dads carefully placed the Strider in the tub. Dad Jer pushed his head and shoulders under water. Dad Sam kept his legs and knees submersed. If you didn’t know the truth, you would have thought they were trying to kill him. It felt like forever before he changed to his full Strider form, I was starting to wonder how badly damaged he was. Finally, his gills and webs appeared and his convulsions slowed to a stop.
The dads continued to hold him under the water until his eyes fluttered open.
Posted 1 year ago
The Valley in Winter: Storm Lord (Dreamwalker AU) Part 5
I came to submerged in salt water. I tried to move and realized I was being held down. Through the water I could see two faces peering down at me, one the color of the land dwellers, with the same hair and eyes of the Strider who had saved me. The other was blue, with my eyes and hair. The Strider who looked like my Father.
When they realized my eyes were open, they stopped holding me down so hard, and helped me break the surface of the water. I braced myself and forced a breath of air, vision going dim for a few seconds as my body transitioned. It had been a very long time since I’d last gone so quickly from air, to water, back to air.
I looked around the small room, searching for the teen who had saved me. I found him against the wall. For the moment I ignored both of the older men, and spoke to him in Strider.
“Are we out? Is this real? Or are we just somewhere else in the dream?” It felt real. But I couldn’t trust myself, my senses. I don’t know how long I’d been physically in the Nexus, but it had been long enough for me to feel like I was out of it at times. I wasn’t entirely certain I knew what ‘real’ was anymore.
“This is real. I promise you. We’re awake. You weren’t Dreaming, you were… you were THERE. Not like I was, but actually there. How?”
I shook my head. “No, I wasn’t Dreaming. Someone like you, a Dreamwalker, forced me there completely. I’ve been trapped… dunno how long. I was starting to lose it, until you showed up. So thank you. You have saved me.”
“I’m Goby, and you’re welcome.”
“Nautilus, son of Jericho, of the Deepstrike clan.” I turned my attention to the Strider kneeling by the tub. The other man stood behind him, hands on his shoulders, both looking between me and Goby.
“You look like my Father, but you aren’t him, are you?” He slowly shook his head.
“No, not in this Verse. Though I am Jericho.” He reached out and gently touched my forehead. “You are wrapped up in so many Webs of Suppression, I can barely sense you. Who did this to you?”
“Someone trying to get rid of me. Can you break any of them?”
“I can try.”
Posted 1 year ago
Dreamwalker (Part 6)
“Webs of Suppression” Dad Jer said. I had never heard of it, but it did explain why Nautilus felt strange. His abilities as a Strider were completely cloaked.
“Maybe I should go,” murmured Dad Sam as he removed his hands from Dad Jer’s shoulders.
Dad Jer shook his head. “Don’t let go, Sam. I need you. I need your strength.”
I had always thought of Dad Sam as just a normal Sim. But today I was realising that he was far more. I could sense him nearly as strongly as Dad Jer during the Dreamwalk. When he put his hands back on Dad Jer’s shoulders, Dad Jer’s powers multiplied and Dad Sam felt like a Strider. Their bond made them a far more powerful team.
Dad Jer carefully unravelled one web at a time. The first few were simple. He could find a key thread or two that anchored the web, destroy them and the web would dissipate. I could feel what he was doing but I had no idea how he did it.
As Dad Jer went deeper, he depended more on Dad Sam’s strength and his love. Dad Sam freely let his energy be used by Dad Jer to unravel the webs. He stood there stoically behind Dad Jer with his eyes closed just gently touching Dad Jer.
Dad Jer was nearly done unravelling a very complex web when Dad Sam quietly and suddenly collapsed on the floor. Dad Jer involuntarily whimpered as it happened. Still he persevered unravelling the web, albeit much slower now.
When that web finally faded away, we got our first idea of Nautilus’s Strider power. Given the number of webs left, it was impressive.
Dad Jer sank to the floor and sat cradling Dad Sam’s head in his lap. “Goby, find Monica and tell her to cook dinner. Two or three times what we usually have.”
“I want lots of steak.” said Dad Sam faintly. ”I’m starving and I have such a fucking headache, you’d never believe it.”
Dad Jer gently kissed Dad Sam’s nose. “Right, if we have any steak, cook all of it. And as for you, clean up that mess you made of the tanks. I don’t want a single speck of glass left anywhere.”
He looked at Nautilus. “There are still Webs of Suppression all over you, but that’s all we can do for the moment. Sam and I need food and rest before we can do anything more.”
Posted 1 year ago
The Valley in Winter: Storm Lord (Dreamwalker AU) Part 6
Jericho studied me for a moment, and the dark haired Sim let go of his shoulders and said something I couldn’t understand. Jericho shook his head, and said something back. He put his hands back on Jericho’s shoulders, and then Jericho gently pressed his fingers to my forehead.
The first few Webs began to unravel as he picked them apart thread by thread. It didn’t take long before I realized that he and the Sim were a bonded pair, I could almost see their connection, a living shining thing between them. The Sim gave Jericho his strength, and he kept breaking through the weaker Webs.
Then he brushed against one of the more complex Webs binding my more powerful abilities, and I shuddered hard, making waves in the salt water that filled the tub. He hesitated when my eyes closed, and I forced myself to say “Don’t stop, please!” I kept my eyes closed but he continued to pick at the knots in the Web.
He was close to breaking through when I heard him cry out, and then a soft thud as his mate collapsed to the floor. Jericho kept his focus, his work much slower now. He broke through the last strand of the Web, and I was filled with static and storm. The part of me that could Summon lightning and rain was finally free. I felt Jericho’s fingers leave my head, and his attention moved from me to his fallen mate. There was a whisper of thunder, a low bass rumble, somewhere in the distance. My eyes still closed I reveled in the feel of the building storm. It was like a security blanket, a comfort that I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed it when it was locked away.
I was drawn back into the present when I realized I could now understand what Goby’s other father was saying.
“I’m starving, and I have such a fucking headache you’d never believe it.” I missed what they said next, trying to manage the storm that was building just a little too fast. I didn’t know where we were, or what a storm like this would do to any city or town nearby. I didn’t want to repay their kindness to me by flooding the place they called home. Jericho’s voice broke through my concentration.
“There are still Webs of Suppression all over you, but that’s all we can do for the moment. Sam and I need food and rest before we can do anything more.”I opened my eyes, and saw Goby take a step back. In fear? Awe? Jericho gasped, and I heard his mate say “Sweet Goddess” in a soft voice. I rose to my feet, dripping salt water into the tub. I saw myself in the mirror, and my eyes had gone the full dark of a thunderstorm, all traces of blue gone. Iris, pupil, whites, all consumed by the rolling black of clouds. Lightning flashed, first in my left eye, then my right. An answering roll of thunder growled harshly outside, closer now.
“You have done far more than you know, Jericho. My thanks to both you and your mate.”
“Sam, I’m Sam.” I inclined my head to him.
“Thank you, Sam.” I had a thought, a brief moment of wondering where it was from, and then just acted on it. I was so much more than I had been before my enemy thought to cripple or destroy me.
I drew power from the storm, siphoning its strength. I felt it weaken from a near hurricane level to just a thunderstorm. The room flashed with the intensity of the lightning in my eyes as I held all that energy inside me, taming it, burning through a few webs more as I did. Then I sent it into Jericho, and through him Sam.
They both cried out, Goby rushing to their side. Color returned to Sam’s cheeks and Jericho helped him up.
“How did you…” Jericho started to ask and I interrupted him.
“I don’t know how, I just did. It won’t replace needing food, or rest, but it helped the headache yes? You feel better?” They both nodded.“Great. That’s great.” I wavered on my feet, trying to keep steady. I looked at Goby. “Please protect my dreams, I don’t think I can…” Then I felt myself fall back into the water as I passed out.
Posted 1 year ago
Dreamwalker (Part 7)
As I was about to wander off to find Monica, I took one last look at Nautilus. His eyes opened and I took a step back in shock. His eyes were no longer the same blue of Dad Jer’s eyes. They swirled with clouds, large heavy storm clouds and lightning flashed in one eye then the other. Even his hair moved as though winds were whipping through it. The dads turned to look at Nautilus then and each reacted in his own way.
It was about then that I noticed the weather outside was changing extremely fast. A huge storm was approaching, the thunder seemed to be in answer to the flashes in Nautilus’s eyes. Nautilus spoke. “You have done far more than you know, Jericho. My thanks to both you and your mate.” Like his eyes, his voice had changed. There was a hint of the growl of thunder now.
Nautilus looked at my dads, exhausted on the floor. He came to a sudden decision pulling power from the storm outside with such strength that I could feel the flow of energy. The charge flashed from him to Dad Jer then to Dad Sam, it felt like a small lightning bolt. The dads cried out and I rushed toward them. It was obvious that Dad Sam was feeling better as he and Dad Jer stood up again.
Goddess though, Dad Jer said Nautilus was still partly bound. If this is what he can do when he’s bound, what the hell is he capable of? Was he bound from fear or had he been bound and exiled for abusing such power?
I was still thinking about that when he turned pale, asked me to protect his dreams and fell back into the tub. I looked at Dad Jer.
“Yes, do it. He is the most powerful Strider I’ve ever encountered, however he’s still very vulnerable. It may be his enemy won’t find him in this Verse, but a Dreamwalker doesn’t need to find the Verse, just the Dream.”
I nodded and sat on the edge of the tub so I could touch Nautilus. I found myself wondering how long he would sleep and if he would dream at all. It wasn’t long before a dream started. I felt his Dream self moving.
“Nautilus, wait up. You said we’d all be fishing today.” I took control of his dream, leading him to the lake where the family always went fishing. I generated a dream Jericho already standing there fishing.
At first, the Dream Nautilus seemed perfectly happy. He fished and chatted to the Jericho I created. After awhile, he got restless. He suddenly dived into the pond. I searched ahead to find that there was a gateway leading deeper into Dreams. It would take him toward where he’d been trapped.
I used my power to pull us from that dream to something safe and dull. Suddenly we were at school, in the middle of history class. With some concentration I made sure that it was a good dream where things went well in class, not the nightmare where you can’t remember a single detail that you are supposed to know.
At lunchtime, I tailed along behind Nautilus. He was headed for a large fountain. One that wasn’t at my school, and I hadn’t added to the Dream. It was another gateway leading deeper.
After that, things grew to a blur. I offered Dream after Dream. And each time, Nautilus was drawn to a gateway leading deeper.
He was right to fear to sleep. There had to be some compulsion driving this. Until the compulsion could be broken, he was in grave danger any time he dreamed.
Dad Jer quietly came into the room. “See if you can wake him. There’s a table full of food and we’ve had enough fainting in this house for one day.”
Posted 1 year ago
Dreamwalker (Part 8)
It seemed nearly impossible to wake Nautilus up. No one but the Strider who trapped him would ever know how long he spent in the Nexus. It was long enough to exhaust him.
“Come on Nautilus. You have to get up.” I tried the old fashioned gentle shake of one shoulder.
“Just a few more minutes. A few more minutes of glorious sleep.”
Having seen what Nautilus was capable of, I did not wish him to wake up frightened or angry. I did panic slightly when I realised that he was slipping back into a dream. I dived into the dream after him.
“Nautilus, stop.” He froze in mid-stride as I grabbed control over the dream. “You have to wake up.”
“I don’t want to.” I could feel him reaching for storm clouds. I couldn’t be sure that the sleeping Nautilus wasn’t pulling a real storm when the Dream Nautilus did. So I created a vast pond of fresh cold water and then dumped about half of it on Dream Nautilus. He vanished.
I pulled my conscience back to the real world to see Nautilus glaring daggers at me. He was finally wide awake.
“That was totally unfair.”
“Dad Jericho said that there’s food and we want to get there before the hordes eat all of it.”
“Hordes?” one eyebrow went up.
“I have 5 siblings and food doesn’t stay long on the table. And I can’t just leave you sleeping here. You were right, you need to be protected from your dreams.” I started to tell him about it as we walked toward the dining table. I hope there’s a few scraps left, Dad Sam isn’t the only one starving today.
The table was crowded with plates of food on top of it and people sitting around eating.
“Everyone! This is Nautilus. Nautilus, meet my twin Monica,” a dark haired teen Sim nodded. “The twins Seahorse and Anemone,” a boy and girl Strider waved. “And finally the twins Coral and Polly.” One more Strider and one more Sim waved at Nautilus, the girls just barely school aged.
(Source: pibsims)
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