The Woods, Wednesday

[endsthegame]

If you dream them, they will come. If you dream them, they will come. If you dream them, they will come.

The stone had begun to glow softly after yesterday, soaking up Rey's dreams. But there were more to be found, more dreamers to call to it. And so it kept humming, singing, reaching out to sleeping minds: dream. They will come.

[[ nfb. for dreamers to come touch the stone, and non-dreamers to fail to find it. ]]

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[alwaysonguard]

Dwight prided himself on being open minded. It was the only way he had survived so long in Haven and now in Fandom. But the building desire, the incessant calling, and urge he felt pushing against his mind had finally gotten to the point he could no longer ignore it.

After some of the most vivid dreams he had ever had since losing Lizzie, and every time he looked out the window of his apartment into the wooded area nearby, the draw got even stronger. It was damned near driving him mad at this point. And so it was, Dwight found himself deeper in the woods than he had ever been.


He had no clue what he was looking for and wasn’t even sure he would know what he was looking for when he found it. But he was counting on whatever was compelling him to go into the woods to recognize it when he finally found it. And that lead him to where he was now, standing in a small clearing in the middle of the woods, staring at a rather unassuming looking stone.

Dwight walked around it slowly a few times, checking it out. There didn’t seem to be anything unusual or special about it. No engravings or marking that he could see. But there was definitely a stronger pull than ever, so if he had to hazard a guess, it was likely the stone that was the source of all the oddness lately.

Finally stopping before the stone, Dwight stared at it for a moment. Years of living in Haven had taught him to be warry of things like this… yet he felt strangely at peace standing there. Aside from the urge to reach out towards the stone, there was nothing else he felt, no fear, no apprehension, no worry. Taking a slow, deep breath, he stepped closer to the stone and dropped to one knee before it, slowly reaching out towards it with one hand.

His fingers brushed across the cold hardness as he closed his eyes, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did though. Other than the confusion and nagging compulsion that seemed to fade away... though he could not really explain why or how.

“If you dream them, they will come….” And the incessant echo in his mind faded away as well with that touch, leaving his mind clear as the voice faded.


Standing to his feet, Dwight looked at the stone for a moment before turning and heading back towards town.

[sith_happened]

Anakin's dreams were usually full of those who were no longer alive, but this week's had become especially vivid. He'd been on the island long enough to remember what this meant.

He slipped into the woods and found the rock, touching it gently. "Padme, Obi-Wan, I'm fine," he murmured. "You don't need to check up on me."

As he withdrew his hand, he could almost hear the sound of the delighted laughter of a long-gone Jedi Master. He whipped his head around, searching, but found nothing in the Force.

"I don't need you, either," he muttered, heading back into town.