event } a dream is a wish your traitor brain makes

[seeingyou]

WHO: All passengers currently aboard!
WHAT: Shared dreams.
WHERE: All y'all's subconscious...es.
WHEN: Nov. 7-21.
WARNINGS: If things get messy/triggering/sexually explicit, PLEASE put warnings in your comment subject lines! And if you die in the dream, you just move on to the next dream, no need to report deaths.

There's no warning - when the ship passes through the nebular cloud and Navi falls asleep, passengers on board will also find themselves dozing off at various times, and whether it’s after tucking themselves in for the night or passing out in the middle of doing something, unusual dreams will follow. Much like dreams normally behave, passengers will find themselves somewhere that may or may not be familiar, doing something that may be mundane or fantastical, but whatever and wherever the setting, dreamers will more or less accept it as reality.

Sweet dreams, passengers. Enjoy getting to know each other a little better!

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Emet-Selch | OTA | Shadowbringers spoilers at the link

[unnecessaryflourishes]

[Finding the future]

He's younger, in the dream's weave.  Not by much, but enough to be noticeable, and wearing the simpler fare of a legatus - a soldier - than the finery he'd later grow accustomed to.  But he wears that simple practicality with as little thought as anything else - it serves a need, and that is enough.  Admittedly, it seems like he has more than enough to keep his mind elsewhere at the moment, as he all but stalks his way around what looks like it had been a training room, before having been hastily - and somewhat haphazardly - converted to something closer to an alchemical workroom.

"'Too volatile by half'," he grumbles, as he snatches up a vial of unidentified liquid and some copper tubing; the half-mocking tone of his voice making it clear he's parroting something someone else has said.  "'Scarcely worth the effort'."

He turns back to his improvised workbench at that, and what is presumably the material in question - it looks like nothing more than than a large chunk of rock, save for the part where it seems to be lit from within with a blue glow.

"Well, of course it is.  If one means to leave it in its base state."

And he does not.  The possibilities of ceruleum - of refined ceruleum - are nigh boundless.  More than enough to provide an advantage on the field of battle, and turn the tides in their favor.  If he can get it to work.  If he's done the calculations correctly.
It should work.  It has to work.

"No," he murmurs to himself, unconsciously answering his own thoughts.  "It will work."

He just has to find the way to manage it with what few resources he has.

[A dream of crystal]

This particular location, deep in the middle of tall cliffs and the forests that cover them has always been a favorite location of his.  Not just for the tranquility that can be found under those boughs, but also simply for the aesthetics of the location.  Today, however, that aesthetic is to be forever changed.

It's odd, perhaps, to call it an unveiling, when the structure in question is a spire of crystal, tall enough that its gleaming peak very nearly touches the heavens themselves.  But that is, essentially, what it is.  A gathering of minds, come together to see the culmination of this great work, this spire that seeks to turn the very energy of the sun itself into nigh-boundless energy.  As indeed it seems to already be doing, as the crystal seems to almost glow in the sunlight.

"Quite the marvel of engineering."

He sounds genuinely impressed, too, and it be hard not to - even aside from the sheer height of the tower, the very concept of it is beyond what even he might have expected.  To say nothing of what lies beyond the great doors resting at its base.

"Would you not agree?"

[A nightmare of the past]

CW: fires, apocalyptic imagery