This is my dream, and I'll decide what happens! {H

[Abigail Conners]

Abbey stumbled into her dorm. It had been a long day of classes and then training. She was exhausted and her head felt like it had been kicked by a horse. Pain throbbed with each step she took towards her bed. She fell onto it, not bothering to change into her pjs. She simply pulled off her jeans and her sweater. Pulling the covers over her head she curled up. ”Owww.....” She mumbled into her pillow as she fumbled for her advil pm. It wouldn’t help all that much with the pain, but it would knock her out. Which was all she wanted right now.

She would give away quite a lot to not be conscious at this moment. She would only have to give up a bit of her stomach lining. Ibuprofen on an empty stomach was not kind. Abbey clearly didn’t care anymore. She swallowed two of the pills quickly, then curled up again, her face smashed against her pillow. It took a good thirty minutes before she finally fell asleep, but when she did, she was out. Completely and totally asleep. The type of sleep that brought the best, or in some cases, the worst dreams.

This time the dream was just weird. Abbey found herself in some sort of Alice in Wonderland type scene. There were flowers everywhere, a little bread and butterflies, like in the movie. She was sitting on a patch of dirt, unfortunately in her tank top and underwear. She would have preffered the ridiculous blue dress. Slowly she got up, brushing dirt off her butt. ”Well this is awkward...” She mumbled, looking around. It appeared she was alone. With a sigh and started walking. Out of nowhere a blond boy appeared.

She bumped right into his back. ”Oh I’m sorry...” She bit her lip. ”Do you have any idea where we are?” She blushed a bit, feeling rather exposed in her lack of clothing.

[Howell Chilton]

Last night was spent in a fitful slumber. No dreamwalking whatsoever, just sweet, deep sleep, sinking into the realm of his own dreams. This, of course, meant only one thing to the blonde youth. Tonight was dreamwalking night! Oh, his body might someday get absolutely wrecked with the erratic sleeping schedule, but he would confront that matter when it came. Now? Now he was once again drifting off to sleep. Only this time his consciousness would spend the night frolicking.

Almost instantly after slipping into the anticipated REM mode, his mind was soaring through everywhere and nowhere at all. It was a feeling too ephemeral to describe. Howell had tried so many times to explain the sensation, only to fall short of it and leaving the listener thoroughly confused. There were presences all around him, and yet so far away he was sure it would take a millenia to reach any of them. Yet, it would take not but a second to greet one, and...

He was in the dream. Howell looked around, taking in the scenery of giant flowers, bread and butterflies, and... was that a mome rath that went scurrying by? The realization hit him like a freight train, threatening to knock him off his feet. Instead, the boy began bouncing in place. The ecstacy was overwhelming him. But first and foremost, he would have to find the one behind this fantastic dream. It could sometimes be such a bother to hunt them down to begin their adventure, especially in such a vast world as thi- A sudden thud against his back halted his thinking process.

”Oh I’m sorry... Do you have any idea where we are?”

... Oh, there she was! Howell whirled around to envelop her in a bear hug.

"OOHH THANK YOU THANKYOUTHANKYOU SO MUCH!!!"

The dreamwalker stepped back, but only to grip her hands and prance around in a circle. If she wasn't completely caught off-guard by the madman's rave, Abbey would, as all dreamers who Howell visited, figure out where she was, as well as the fact that the curly-haired boy was a real person invading an unreal world.

When he was finally able to better subdue his excitement, Howell gave the girl her much-needed space. It was only now that he realized she was ill-dressed for this world. "We'll need to fix that," he mused. His forefinger and thumb clutched the hem of his shirt, where suddenly there appeared a zipper. The fly was pulled down all the way to the center of his pants. The boy stepped out of his entire apparel, emerging decked in a wildly colorful tuxedo. From his cufflink he pulled out an exaggeratedly big, blue tophat, and plopped it atop his curly blond locks.

But what about his new friend here? The newly-dressed 'Hatter' took his old clothing, gripped the inside, and pulled it inside-out, where it abruptly transformed into the ridiculous blue dress she'd 'desired'. The dress was handed to her with a broad smile. "If that doesn't fit your fancy, I'm sure you can probably change it around to your liking. Now hurry, hurry! There's so much to do here! Thanks again, by the way."

[Abigail Conners]

Abbey let out a squeak out half embarrassment and half surprise at his hug. She was half naked for crying out loud. Then there was his shouting. It was all very confusing and very weird. She blinked as he stepped back and grabbed her hands to spin her around. When he finally let go, all she could do was stare at him. Something very strange was going on. Something wasn’t quite right. The fact that he was now zipping himself out of his clothes and somehow had tuxedo under them was not helping.

She couldn’t help but keep staring at him. It was all just so very weird and it just kept getting weirder. How was he even doing all that with the clothes? How did he make a dress out of that? Still, she took it. It was better than what she was wearing. She pulled it on, smoothing it out a bit. It was a little more floofy for her taste, but she’d take what she could get. She blinked when he started talking about. She could change if she wanted to. How did that work.

”Thank you?” Tilting her head, Abbey gave him her best, ‘what are you on’ look. ”Okay what the fuck is going on? Am I stuck in someone’s illusion or am I dreaming?”