+ Am I asleep or awake? +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: In their dreams
When: 3/20/14 - 3/27/14
Rating: PG-13?
Summary: A catch-all log for what dreams are available for people to walk through at night.
The Story:

♥ As of Wednesday, the 19th, all beds in the Mansion (no matter their style or cultural/temporal origin) have been replaced with swinging beds.

♥ But starting Thursday, the 20th, sleeping in the new beds induces vivid dreams, and characters sleeping at the same time will be able to walk into each others' dreams. If a character is a spoilsport and doesn't sleep in the swinging beds, he or she doesn't get to dream walk.

♥ Characters will be able to dreamwalk until Thursday, the 27th.

♥ Leave a description of your characters' dream (or dreams) in top levels on this post so others can comment and walk into their dream, if they choose to go exploring other people's dreams!

♥ Questions? Please ask them over here at the FAQ post for the event! And have fun!

Comments

Casablanca

[first_demon]

She listened to the delivered lines with a smile of satisfaction. While not familiar with much of film, Lilith knew Casablanca. Crowley had seemed to enjoy it and she had seen it in passing when visiting him. Though the message of the story didn't appeal to her in the ways it appealed to others. Perhaps it was because she was disappointed that the fighting and the chaos came to an end too early. Rick's character thriving on the different factions had been something she could relate to. But suddenly, at the end, he was a good guy. It wasn't a happy ending, but it never reduced her to tears (because that was why people cried over it, wasn't it?)

As Crowley wrapped up the last of his lines, Lilith reached out, telekinetically snapping Victor's neck, followed soon after by Louis'. If Crowley was going to play Rick, she would encourage him to finish the movie as she had always wanted.

"I think it's time I do some of the thinking, Rick." Lilith said with a grin. "We loved Paris, it was ours. Now, it should be again. I believe we should seize it, along with Casablanca, and name ourselves the rightful rulers over it all. Fuck the Nazis, fuck the Resistance. There is only Ilsa and Rick."

[goesdown]

Crowley frowns. "Ilsa, are you crazy? You've got to get on that plane."

He touches her arm, trying to guide her towards it. "I won't let them take you. You've got to get out of here and you've got to get out of here tonight."

There's no recognition of the deaths, only of her as Ilsa. He's so focused on the love story he's trying to play out that nothing else matters to him here.

[first_demon]

She turned to look at him, at least glad he wasn't yelling at her for once, or angry for any of her actions. It was refreshing to feel him be with her, offering all of his affections, something that she longed for, even if she was unsure how much she could return.

At least here, in this dream, it didn't matter as much. It was being caught up in the moment. Lilith placed her hand on Crowley's cheek, pulling him towards her to kiss. And for a moment...she could pretend their conversation was the one they should have shared before her death.

"I don't want to leave you."

[goesdown]

He kisses her with a passion that Crowley himself has never kissed anyone with as a demon. He kisses her like a man madly, deeply in love.

"I know, doll, but you have to. I couldn't live with myself otherwise."

Touching her cheek, he pulls back.

"Go."

[first_demon]

The kiss confused her, leaving her in a small daze. He had never touched her or embraced her so deeply before. Not with that much emotion. It left her confused and eager for more, the dream taking complete hold of her.

"Kiss me again." She asked him, not wanting it to end just yet.

[goesdown]

"There's no time, sweetheart. You have to go."

He pulls away, urging her towards the plane. He's insistent and unrelenting in this, because she has to go. There's no other option. She goes and he stays and he knows that if he dies, at least he saved her with what little breath he had left.

[first_demon]

This dream was a strange one. It made her feel things she didn't understand, leaving her confused but slightly desirous to try more. If only to be wanted by someone...something that she didn't have in the majority of her life. As Crowley had once pointed out, she deserved to be loved...she wanted to be loved.

She walked towards the airplane, looking back at him one last time, her eyes lingering over him. Whatever it was that happened here, it left her out of sorts and with him gaining the upper hand.

[goesdown]

He watches her until the plane flies away and then everything starts to fade around the edges. When he remembers this, it will be a hazy dream, more a series of images than a concrete scene. Crowley dreams now, but he rarely remembers them clearly and this will be no exception to that.

His last feeling is relief. He saved her. He saved Ilsa.