Futuristic Simple Slumber ((Dreamers Wanted!))

[Saturnity]

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[Saturnity]

Welcome to the field of dreams, a vast expanse of vibrant flowers and trees bathed in the warm hue of an endless sunset. Around you are hundreds upon hundreds of people like you, lost in this mysterious valley without a way to return to the waking world. While the surroundings would normally provide comfort and set minds at ease, given the predicament, the vivid colors only serve to unnerve the meandering crowd. At the center of this massive gathering is a rather large oaken stage lined with velvet drapery, and while barren, its ominous presence seems to alienate the wary audience.


"Attention honored guests!" A loud youthful voice rang out, seemingly from the sky itself. The sound froze the spectators as a pair of wispy figures took form on stage. The two new arrivals wore matching black garments and large white rabbit masks.


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"You have entered a new world, ascended from the limits of reality. Now, approach, and we shall enlighten you on the nature of this wondrous realm!"

 

[sorrow made you]

Sleep was a rare blessing for Pure “Pierce” Sterling. How long had insomnia taken over? Any kind of good rest had been nonexistent for years for the poor ex-soldier. But tonight… tonight was the night Pierce’s body finally gave in. He couldn’t go on any further. What was meant to just be a lay down on his bed before getting back to another article editing turned into what seemed like an eternal slumber. He didn’t know at what point he fell asleep, but it was the most comfortable floating sensation he’d felt in a very long time.


But what was so bizarre was the strange rustling sound, almost like a subtle breeze rustling between blades of grass. A faintly sweet smell met his nose. It reminded him of the flower shop down the street from his work. It was nice smell, a nice feeling. But what seemed more alarming was the sound of things moving. Then… faint voices. There were people around him. He was in danger.


Darkened eyes became blinded with bright light as they opened and Pierce jolted awake. He quickly sat up and looked around in a panic. No one was attacking him. He wasn’t in the hot sandy deserts of the Middle East. He was… where was he? A hand came to his face, reminding him of what point in time it was. But… something felt odd. There was no rough and jagged skin along the right side of his face. Instead, he felt nothing. His hand drew back, and he looked at it. Full vision. What… was this a dream?


Again, Pierce glanced around, noting that he was indeed not along. Hundreds of others were surrounding him in this strange field. All seemed groggy from waking or just as confused as he was. Slowly he pushed himself forward onto his hands and knees, then pushed himself up to stand. Where did this field end? How did he even get here? Something about how the vibrant colors blending together off in the distance unnerved him. How could something like this be so beautiful yet so intimidating? Had he taken too much cough syrup? This surely had to be a strange trip.


It was just then when he was caught up in his thoughts that a loud voice rang out from the sky. The man quickly spun around and then looked up, shielding his eyes with his hand from the bright white above. What was that? Who was that? Instantly in the corner of his eye something dark moved. He turned to see on a stage in the near distance, two figures stood.


“Rabbits…?” he whispered in confusion.


He felt compelled to investigate. He needed to understand what was going on. Cautiously, Pierce made his way closer to the stage.What did they mean? Was this one of the hourglass attacks? Were those two terrorists that had hacked in? Pierce had been so fortunate to be missed on many attacks but… had his luck finally ran out? He felt on edge. The years of training seemed to resonate in his bones, telling him to stay alert for any sign of threat. Would he even be able to fight something that was made by a dream? If that’s even what those two rabbits meant… a world that ascended reality…


Whatever this was… Pierce was sure this was just the beginning.

 

[Zalarx]

For Westar, it was like...a dream, ironic as that seemed, for the situation he had been flung into to be real. He could've bet anything that he was just about to fall asleep. And he didn't mean the word anything lightly. Yes, he remembered it clearly. He got up, slowly, eyes trying to adjust to the light and the- the flowers..? He looked all around him, and saw he wasn't alone- hundreds of confused faces surrounded him.


"You have entered a new world, ascended from the limits of reality. Now, approach, and we shall enlighten you on the nature of this wondrous realm!" was what the figures on the stage said. He turned around, as if being attacked from behind. Where- no, how did they get there? Panic flooded him- was he dreaming, or was this actually happening? He imagined the worst case scenario- could it be the same people from before? Was he under another hypnosis, or...


It hit him then; it was useless trying to make sense of his current situation by himself. He looked around, and he saw a person that peaked his interest. He was a man who looked like he was in his twenties. He had what he could guess as red paint over his right side of his face. He thought of approaching him, and then reality invaded itself into his mind once more- he had forgotten how to interact with people entirely.

 

[Saturnity]

After a brief bow, the two rabbit-masked strangers joined hands. Gesturing As if teleporting, the shorter of the two rabbit-masked strangers appeared in a wisp of crimson smoke behind Pierce, who'd been approaching the stage warily.


"Don't be shy," it spoke out in a childish and playful voice, "we're all friends here in the Dream Fields. If you have questions, you're more than welcome to ask!"


After resting a hand briefly on his shoulder the small form vanished once again, only to appear sitting on the edge of the platform. The taller of the pair continued the speech, "You all have a grand opportunity at your feet, a chance to become part of an experiment that will transform reality!" With a flick of its wrist, a deck of playing cards appeared in its hand, fanning out to reveal all Kings.


"With your help, we have a chance to create a new society, a society built around the mind, rather than money and blood. We shall all be kings!"

 

[sorrow made you]

Pierce could feel migrating along with him. It seemed that flock mentality had hit the group as they looked around to see if anyone else was moving forward. If one person moved, then it allowed the others to do the same. As Pierce neared, others neared. A glance over, and Pierce could see a young man nearing, but seemingly too shy to say anything to him. Or maybe he didn’t know what to say. Pierce sure as hell didn’t know either. He could sympathize with the poor guy.


There was a pause when a faint sound met his hears from behind. He turned as he saw something in the corner of his eye. Smoke. And there, standing behind him was one of the rabbit-headed figures. It was alarming, and Pierce could feel his heart pound in surprise as the rabbit figure started to speak to him. The hand on his shoulder wasn’t comforting in the least. If anything, it only solidified his suspicions that this was some kind of attack. The figure disappeared, and Pierce’s eyes returned to the stage.


Questions… He had so many questions… but where to even begin?


An experiment. Experiment. Pierce already didn’t like this. What were they talking about, a new society? Were they going to be trapped in this dream world? By who? Why wasn’t anyone speaking up? Finally Pierce was close enough to the stage where he could make out the details of each rabbit figure easily. The four kings in hand… What could that mean? Scrounging up the courage, Pierce decided to speak out.


“Who brought us here?” He asked boldly, hoping for a solid answer, but expecting it to be vague if not unanswered all together. “Why us? How were we chosen? And… why in a dream?”

 

[Zalarx]

"Ex..experiment..?" Westar slowly said, trying to come to terms with it. If it's only two people, could this really be a terrorist attack? Ideas ran through his mind as he tried to understand a least a bit of the situation, despite it being a useless effort. He decided to slowly creep towards the stage, or rather, towards the figures. It wasn't a jog, but more of a walk.


As Westar walked, he ran through what he knew in his head. The rabbits called where he was the Dream Fields. By the sounds and looks of it, it seemed like they were in control of the place; not just in control, but as if they were the gods of a different realm. He looked about him, seeing the other's reactions. Everybody seemed to either be in a panic, or was still in the state of shock. Why did they have to drag hundreds of people into this? It didn't seem like it was another attack. But what really unsettled him was the statement of making a new society. Experiments, new societies... it just didn't sound like anything good could come from this.

 

[Saturnity]

The two rabbits turned their heads toward each other briefly before erupting in chuckles, and meeting each other once again on the stage. Joining hands, they began to dance as elegant music rose through the air.


"Brought?" One of them spoke, after being twirled around. "You haven't been abducted, silly man."


"You chose to come here." The other chimed, catching its taller partner by the tips if its fingers. "You see, this place isn't a trap, nor is it a prison. Your minds found this place while you slept."


Once again, the bizarre pair chortled, their movements gradually speeding up as they graciously traversed the stage. Many of the spectators had glanced at the outspoken man in the audience, in awe that he was able to voice their fearful questions.


"We merely provided the invitation." the rabbits continued enthusiastically, their voices joining in perfect harmony, "There are many ways to leave this dream, if that's what you so choose."


As the music drew to a close, the pair on stage stopped their dance, delivered a flourishing bow to the spectators. Holding hands, they neared the edge of the stage, scanning the upturned faces behind their unreadable masks.


"This world of dreams was created by everyone here, so even we don't know what you'll find on your travels. In fact, we are just as lost as anyone else."


As they ended, the mysterious duo waved their arms in a circle around them, upon which several massive ornate doors materialized on the stage.


"These are the first doors of many we shall provide." They instructed together, their tone becoming less carefree. "If you want to leave, you must find your own exit. Where that may be, we do not know, but I can say this..."


The larger of the rabbits vanished, while the shorter jumped lightly from the edge to the ground below. "You may discover things about yourselves in these dreams," it addressed the crowed, maneuvering among the spectators. "Hidden desires, repressed memories, or alternate personalities, you'll find that nothing is impossible here. My only advice:" It paused, curling its hand into a fist and raising it above its head. The fist glowed and then exploded, sending showers of sparks and fireworks hurtling into the sky in a glorious array of color, and obscuring the rabbits form in smoke.





"Embrace the impossible..."


When the smoke cleared, it was gone.

 

[Zalarx]

The bunnies had disappeared, in a rather spectacular way. What caught his attention more than anything was the word exit. That meant he could get out of there. Instincts took over him; he made a mad dash towards the doors. He didn't care if he had to shove or push people. He couldn't wait to think about what happened: there was a time and place for that, and it wasn't there. He looked around, and ran towards the man who had spoken up from earlier. He grabbed the man's wrist, and without a moment of pause, he told him:


"We gotta go now. Are you gonna stand there, or are you going to run with me to the nearest door?"


He didn't know why he grabbed him in the first place; he was fine by himself. But nevertheless, he waited for his answer for a second longer.

 

[sorrow made you]

With the questions the ex-soldier asked, people around him started to look in his direction. He could feel the sense common confusion and knew that he was asking for more than just his own curiosity It was strange, how these two whimsical figured so easily danced and fluttered about on stage, adding more to the confusion. Pierce glanced around to see dozens of fluttering eyes watching the rabbit-headed figures. His own returned to watch as well.


What did they mean chose? Pierce couldn’t remember ever wanting to come anywhere like this. Surely they were playing mind games with that kind of answer. Their replies didn’t ease his tension in the slightest. Why would he come here? This place held no resemblance of anything he knew… or did it? Absently Pierce brought his hand up to touch along the red paint lining down his cheek. He remained silent as he watched the pair finish their dance.


What really caught Pierce’s attention was when the two mentioned that the group could leave. Leave how? Where? Eyes flickered to the multiple doors that appeared behind the two. This was very suspicious… in a way, Pierce was vaguely reminded of Alice in Wonderland. Were they Alice? “First of many…” He echoed, not liking what that could have possibly meant. If those were one of many, then… those were definitely not the way out.


One figure disappeared and the other jumped off the stage. From that moment, it felt like time moved too fast. Before he knew it, the shorter of the rabbits had vanished while leaving an explosion of smoke and color rocketing into the sky.


Then… there was a mad dash for the doors.


Many people started to rush toward the doors. Some just ran to them, while others attempted to at least pick. Pierce, though, braced himself while people pushed passed him. He remained in place. It wasn’t until someone grabbed his wrist and started to tug him toward the stage did he start to move. That boy! Pierce was stunned. Was he seriously thinking about going through the doors? Wasn’t he paying any attention to what they had said?!


“Wait a minute!” Pierce retorted, but for some reason he couldn't stop his feet from moving. He was following the other male to the nearest door. Every red flag and alert alarms were going off in his head, but he just couldn’t stop. He was like a stone rolling down a steep hill. “I don’t think this is a good idea. I don’t--” But the door was being touched. It was opening. The two were now in front of an open door, and heading through.

 

[CyanidePie123]

Terry went to bed that night without emotions after eating a cold tomato soup in front of his window, looking at the snow fall. He laid on his sofa, as alway.. He was happy this way, as long as he didnt have an attack. He went to bed after turning his tv off, as alway.. He laid on his sofa, mind still blurry, content with emptiness. As alway... Terry mind drift off in peacefullness and filled with a neutral buzz. His brain disconected from the world. Suddently, flashes of colors. Peoples. Smells. Light. Sounds. Air. Bunnies. Confusion. Fear. Panic


Terry came out of his catatonic stupor just as the people start running. He refuse to go where this crowd is. He want to escape. Terry push back with all his strenght and push a few peoples in the face on his way out. His mind driven by pure instinct.

 

[macifer]

Jimmy looked up at the sky, down at the ground, and felt dizzy from all of the gorgeous swirling colors. He saw the people around him moving forward, surging, and he was pushed to the ground. His face smashed into the neon turf, and he stumbled and half-crawled until he finally righted himself. When he did, he realized that his glasses were somehow still on him-- unbroken. He looked around wildly for anything, anyone, that might signal to him what to do. And his eyes fixed on a shouting man with a red streak of paint down his face. Jimmy dashed towards him.


"Listen," he said to the man, "please! I-I need... I don't understand where I am, or what's going on, do you know anything at all?" When the man fell forward, fluid and uncontrolled in his movements, Jimmy followed. He smashed into the door, tumbling through it to an uncertain fate. One thing he knew for sure, though: any possible future was better if it wasn't faced alone.

 

[UnwantedTruth]

Macy lay on her bed, breathing steadily and staring at the ceiling with the only eye she had left. The pointer finger on her left hand was playing with her left eyelid, which was a habit she had been scolded for many times. Downstairs, she could hear her parents' silence loud and clear. Ever since the incident, her mother and father didn't talk unless Macy was around. Soon, the song of silence assisted Macy into sleep.


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Macy woke up in a field. She stood up on her feet and looked around to see others around her, but something seemed odd about them. Or perhaps they were not what was odd, perhaps the way she perceived them was odd. It was as if she saw them twice as good than what she was used to. She then thought for a moment before bringing her hand up to her left eye. She began to put her finger into the normally empty socket. As she stuck her finger in, she was stopped by something. Something slimy, something moving. She grinned wider than ever as she poked her new found eye. She squealed in joy, but that squeal was interrupted by a couple of bunny-men. When they finished there speech, Macy stared up at them in awe. "What?" she muttered to herself.

 

[Saturnity]

Humans, when faced with the uncertain and unbelievable, lose control of themselves. If there is the slightest hint there might be danger to their lives, they panic, and will struggle for self-preservation by any means, often becoming bestial.


A lone shadowed figure stood behind the lone oak tree overlooking the flustered crowd in its mad dash for survival and freedom. A sigh escaped it.





It seems, we will have very few that will succeed in coming to understand what this place stands for.


As its unnoticed outline dissolved into the air, the remnants of the gathering finished flooding through the unknown portals, all save for three, who'd remained behind, wary of following such a desperate crowd. One of them, a young man wearing a dark red hoodie that obscured his features in shadow, knelt down and plucked one of the vibrant flowers that carpeted the ground. He seemed to observe it carefully for a few moments, before crushing the flower in his hand and breaking out in a fit of laughter.


"It really is a dream come true! I've been given..." his laughter simmered down to a cold whisper, his other hand retrieving a long knife from his pant pocket "All the prey I could ever hope for!"


Just then, the crazed man seemed to notice Terry and Macy, who stood some distance away. Standing straight and brandishing the knife casually, a cold smirk was revealed in the bright and colorful sunlight.


"You might not want to stay here my friends." he chuckled at Terry, "Or my generous head-start will go to waste!"


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The Crucible

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A humid chill struck the new arrivals as they entered a very industrial area. The new dream seemed to take place in a giant complex of metal, in stark contrast to the previous area. A beam of light that appeared to be a massive door gleamed at the distant wall, sending rays of light scattering across the dull, steel-grated floor, which was littered with scrap and debris. There seemed to be no one present, save the echoing of wind and grinding of machinery. Occasionally, spouts of steam erupted in random places, like the breath of a cold iron beast.

 

[Zalarx]

All of a sudden, Westar was no longer in a field. It was like trying to move through glue- it was slow like a struggle, but at the same time, he felt like he was going beyond human boundaries in speed. He approached a bright light. Wait..was it approaching him? Suddenly, he was no longer moving as he just was. He looked about him. It was very...industrial, to say the least. Finally, he looked about him. He saw a...kid? He also saw about him the man he grabbed from earlier. His wit's had come back to him. The man did not look very happy.


"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I thought that it was a good idea to take you along with me...god, I'm so stupid." He said, looking flustered.

 

[UnwantedTruth]

Macy's eyes got wide and a gasp escaped her lips as ther scary psychopath guy threatened her and another person. She began panicking and ran to where the rest of the crowd had gone.

 

[CyanidePie123]

Terry fist clenched as he ran back toward the doors. This man was a danger for everyone. He saw that a girl who was rather close to him began running toward the doors as well. He stayed behind her both to protect her from the psychopat and to see what will happen when someone enter the doors, considering sharing the dangers as a fair deal. Terry mind was still blurry but it was now clear that something bigger than anything he ever lived before was taking place before his eyes. He decided to get the girl attention





RUN TROUGH THE FUCKING DOOR MAN! DONT LOOK BACK.

 

[UnwantedTruth]

Macy forced herself through the door, reappearing in an industrial-looking place. She looked behind her to see if the field she had been in a few moments before was still there, but to her surprise, it wasn't. "Bloody hell..." she muttered to herself.

 

[CyanidePie123]

Terry saw the girl pass trough the door and disapear. He decided against better judgment that it would probably be safest to go trough an possible danger than a certain threat. He rushed trough the door with his eyes closed. His body felt cold and crashed in someone. Terry body hit the metal ground with a violent thump and his breath is cut short. He rise on a knee and look around. The men with the knife still very present in his mind.

 

[Zalarx]

Westar, once more, looked back. This time, however, and saw 2 more people. Out of nowhere.


"Hell almighty, where are you guys coming from..?" He said, with a audibly loud sigh.

 

[UnwantedTruth]

Macy was suddenly knocked to the ground by some guy. "What the-" she yelped as she hit the floor. She shoved the guy off of her and scrambled onto her feet.

 

[macifer]

Jimmy's hands were shaking, and he crammed them in his pockets.


"Everyone is, um, coming from the same place you did. Th-the doors, I mean. You don't know where we are either, right? Does anyone know?!" He jumped when Macy was pushed down, moving backwards reflexively. He stared at her, wide-eyed, then opened his mouth as if to speak. He stayed silent.

 

[Zalarx]

He ran a hand through his hair in an annoyed fashion.


"If you'd pay attention, you would. Here's a current analysis: This is a place made from the dreams of people. Which mean's we're either witnessing things like a person's memories, their desires, darkest secrets, and numerous other things. They said we just came from a place called the 'Field of Dreams'. What's got me worried is what they said about experiments and building a new society..." He trailed off, trying to figure it all out.

 

[macifer]

Jimmy looked around, taking his hands out of his pockets and leaning heavily on a nearby wall. He shivered at the touch of the cold metal on his side, and buried his face in his hands.


"I'm wearing what I wore," he mutters, "when mom and I... when we..." He starts crying, and repeatedly tries and fails to stop. After a while, he's just making choking noises and shaking.


"I'm dead, right? Or I'm-- I'm in a coma, is that it? Are you all... do you know why we're here?" Jimmy says. He takes off his glasses, and wipes his face. Then he breathes in sharply, and straightens up.


"Right. Right, um... I guess it doesn't matter anymore."

 

[CyanidePie123]

Terry stood up and looked around. He was in a strange new place. Everything was made out of iron and peoples were standing nearby. They were enough to take the man out if he was to come around he hoped. He decided to speak up





We can figure this out on the road. Some maniac with a knife might come trough this door at any time. I dont know any of you but we need to move on. I dont really care what you decide to do but I'm moving. You should come with me kid you're not safe around this door.


Oh and sorry for crashing in you man