The air is yet a little chill, but the sun streams brightly enough to make up for it. This dream starts between the roots of a great tree-- too wide around for five men to circle it with their arms, and even half a dozen would have to stretch. Its branches start low, arching and splitting and reaching to claw the clear sky, as brilliantly blue as it ever has been. They're still largely bare, neither leaf nor bud, but the scent of life is in the air. The soil beneath your feet is dark and rich, a few bedraggled strands of half-dead grass interspersed with the shadows of branches.

A little distance away, where the sun streams unhindered, a riotous crowd of flowers is starting to rise. Crocuses of every color, the blinding green of new growth on low bushes, the heady scent of lilac. Daffodils stretch their yellow maws toward the sun. A hundred thousand other wildflowers creep along the withered grass and claw their way out of the earth, some seasonable and others not; some familiar, others strange. The further from the tree, the greater the quantity; soon enough your line-of-sight fails, blocked out by the rising curtain of wild color. There is, for all intents, nothing in the distance.

And now, perhaps, you might notice a splash of color on the tree. Hanging from a low branch is a crown of twigs and dry branches, twined with a rose vine which trails down to root in the earth. These flowers, too, are in luscious bloom; the petals are colored a pale green, their perfume delicate but oddly energizing.

The roots and branches, over here, are gently sloped and close together. If you squint, they almost form a staircase, winding its way up and around the tree...

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There’s a little light coming in through the windows; it’s soft and muffled, moonbeams and streetlamps reflecting off the snow. That’s still falling, in fat, fluffy flakes; it’s piling against the side of the house, covering the bare branches of trees outside. If you press your hand against the glass you can feel how cold it is. It’s all right in here-- not cold, but not really warm, either; it’s indifferent, if a room can be indifferent. The walls without windows are lined with bookshelves, heavy with leather-backed tomes, though the light’s too dim to make out titles. There are a few rich-looking chairs, but if you try them they’re not terribly comfortable.

The door is unlocked, but should you try to open it there’s... nothing. Just a hollow darkness, with no floor should you slide a foot out onto it. This isn’t a way out. So there’s just the empty room; the chairs and the big desk, and the wall behind it, spattered with something dark and faintly gleaming.



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Impossible really doesn't have much meaning here, does it? Walking through other people's dreams was amazing. I understand why some people didn't enjoy it-- I mean, I guess it depends on whose dreams you see and what they're about-- but I guess I was lucky. All the dreams I stumbled into were pleasant ones. Yuuko, Rosella, thank you for showing me around your homes! I'm glad I had a chance to see them, even if it was just a dream.

Todd-- are you really going to  that was did you remember to write that poem down when you woke up? Or at least, do you remember how it goes? I was trying but I can't recall all of it. It'd be a shame to lose it, it was really good!

And speaking of which... I need your recommendations on something, City! Who's your favorite poet? What's your favorite poem? I'm partial to the Romantics myself, but I'm curious to see what other people like. And kind of curious about poetry after when I'm from... I guess I have a lot to catch up on! Anything, really-- whether you think I'd like it or not, I want to read it. Assuming the library lets me find it.

Oh, what else... Work on the play is going well, though we still need more actors, of course! We've three of the four lovers, but we're still looking for a Demetrius! And several others-- most of the Athenian actors, and more fairies, always. And if any of you would like a hand practicing your lines, let me know. Blair tells me we've got costumes taken care of, and our scenery (since the play will be outdoors,) so we should be in good shape. Once we fill out a few more roles, and once everyone feels they've got a handle on their parts (even if they're not memorized yet,) we can start thinking about working as a group!

[ooc; Theater organizizing post here still. Also...not plotting anything re: poetry. clearly. >_> also yes, he is serious, he will help you practice lines |D if anyone is lame like me we can log it if you like ♥♥]