#semi lucid

In an ocean/rainforest setting. At first, desperately trying to outsmart some creepy hivemind cultists that look like Sonic characters (tails, big and amy come to mind. and Count Olaf) trying to save Cream, Cheese and Vanilla I think, along with a few others I can't remember (Spy, Scout and Miss Pauling from TF2 perhaps. oh and the Baudelaire's)

I was running with them madly to a part of the giant ship (kind of like the Exodar) where we would be safe from everyone else, as it would permanently lock them out with some sort of impenetrable material. Only thing is that we'd have to find a way to survive in the biomes.

We did, but... it was messed up. I had to find these little critters that were supposed to be for fun entertainment (and had sentience) and slaughter them for food. I felt so awful about it but I had to feed these kids and parents.

Eventually some sort of feud broke out, and I ended up being crushed underneath a heavy wooden table. For some reason, I thought it was in my best interests to play dead... I didn't want to be the person everyone expected to lead, make decisions (and find food) and at the time I was semi-lucid and figured I could manipulate my way out of it later. Spy knew I was faking it, and I knew that he knew, but he didn't say anything and gave me a Look like "I am going to find you later and we will talk".

That didn't really happen though. Everyone else was convinced, and Vanilla in particular mourned and said it was all an accident etc. etc. Then for some reason my body assumed Spy's, my dream did the thing where one person just randomly stops existing there and now I'm that person (still crushed under the table). Vanilla pried me out, apologising to my supposed corpse again and again, and took me to an "outdoor" part of the biome.

While all of this was happening, my dream added a bit more story and changed it a bit. At this point, the idea was that a whole group of people were herded through to this safe haven, more people than I could keep personal track of all their actions. But there was one person in particular it decided to bring up.

As Vanilla was finding a place to bury me, the Joker from Batman called over to her. She wasn't aware of who he was or what he had done, and so was slightly taken by his confident persona.

He said, "I knew him quite well, and I know this part of the biome better than most. Let me take care of this for you, it will be done much faster."

My heartbeat is racing of course, because I Dream Know that Joker knows I'm not really dead, and god knows what would happen to me once Vanilla was gone.

Vanilla thanked Joker for offering to do this, handed me over and left. Joker heaved me over his shoulders.

He growled into my ear, exasperated, "Eleanor, what are you doing?"

I was extremely... taken aback. First of all, he said my name. My full name. That hardly EVER happens in my dreams, and I can't actually remember the last time it happened. Secondly, the fact he called me Eleanor and not Spy. My body suddenly changed back into myself. I became more lucid.

"Eleanor?" I said. "That's odd. I'd expect you to call me something I've been in this dream, like Spy or Superman." I laughed sardonically at the sky (and my subconscious).

Joker just kept looking forward, irritated. I felt that he knew what situation he was in, that it was my mind that controlled everything, and that because I'd chosen to play dead and let my mind take control to make such an unpleasant situation... here we are.

So he'd taken the initiative to grab me and get some of my self-respect back? Because for him, watching this all unfold was just sad and he'd had enough putting up with it.

Talking to him felt familiar, like he'd been in my head for a long, long time. He at least seemed to know I knew exactly who he was.

Unfortunately, before our conversation could continue, the sun woke me up.