close your eyes

[thethrillof]

 (open your mind, and see--)

They say dreams are a world.

This isn't right. This isn't wrong. 

Dreams are a state. Dreams are a sharing. Dreams poke holes in reality, linking strangers and friends in ways that may be forgotten, come morning.

So does it matter?

Get some rest.

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D. D. Drosselmeyer - Princess Tutu

[tragedyspinner]

A storyteller's work is never done.

Good (?) Dream Option:

The best dreams are the ones that leave you with an idea, or even just a mood, that sticks around long after you wake up. These are the dreams that keep sleep from being a complete waste of time, in Drosselmeyer's opinion.

He watches them dancing through his beloved Gold Crown Town, Tutu weeping piteously, the Raven mercilessly tearing out hearts, the Knight bleeding out in the streets, and the Prince, looking on, lost and beautiful and helpless. Drosselmeyer does not intervene, except in carving out additional puppets to add to the scene, mostly crows to assist the Raven's machinations.

Nightmare Option:

They're there, they've found him- the Book Men pound relentlessly against the door, even as Drosselmeyer frantically runs through his house, fruitlessly shoving furniture between him and them. It's so dark he keeps banging into walls and furniture, the only light the flickering glare of distant torches. He's too busy to even curse, and his wrists itch something dreadful.

(Alternatively, throw your own starter at him.)

nightmare

[makesdestruction]

Above him, something screams and screams and screams--perhaps that's just the sound of timber cracking and bending under something's great weight.

The Book Men pause, just for a moment. What is that, what does Drosselmeyer have now?

He has nothing. Yveltal has itself.

There is something important in here, it seems, but it doesn't care. It just wants to enjoy the feeling of the building falling beneath its talons and wings and tail. And there are humans, it can feel them somewhere down there, just like the ones that are keeping it trapped in its cocoon. They will be fun to tear apart.