Imagine That [Waylo]

[abraham kip winters.]

Abe opened his eyes and found himself in a space.

It wasn't a room, as such, but he wasn't outside either. There were no discernible colours - at least, no real ones. He was surrounded by a white that was also black, but at the same time it was neither. The only truly defined things, in this place that wasn't quite a place, were the doors.

There were hundreds of them. All tall, white and with polished brass handles. Everyone dreamed. Everyone was the same in that respect. The doors surrounded him in every direction, hovering in the nothingness as he did, and were all identical excepting one difference. On each of the wooden doors was a narrow plaque, each one engraved with a name. Abe didn't need the names to find that one he wanted, and often he would simply pick a door at random, but tonight he was looking for one in particular.

He pushed himself forward, his form that was, at this point, more thought than thing, floated forward without air resistance (since there was no air). He drifted peacefully past doors that read 'Dahlia Summers', 'Xian Rhong', 'Joseph Lind', 'Melina Avarez', 'Harlow Weston', 'Jack Cassidy', and many others, before he felt himself drawn in a very certain direction.

He found himself then before a door on which the plaque read 'Waylo Un'. Feeling what would be a smile if he had a face creep across his spectral imagining, he placed something that began to look like a hand on the doorknob and turned.

When he reached the reality on the other side (for even dreams are a kind of reality), he was a definite being. He looked much like he did in the daytime, but his eyes burned an electric blue instead of their deep, darker colour, and he wore a scruffy black suit. A blue tie hung around his neck, but was not done up.

The world began to fill in around him, but it was not his doing. This was the world that belonged exclusively to Waylo Rain Un, and Abe was, tonight, a visitor.

Of course, wherever she was now in this particular fictional plane, Waylo had no idea that she was asleep. A dream seems real while you're dreaming it. It was Abe's pleasure to break that illusion and give control to the dreamer completely. Whether they accepted this power or not was another story, but from what he saw and heard of her the day before that night, he decided it would at least be an interesting encounter.

He looked around. Currently, he hung suspended in mid air, miles above the ground.

He would have to find her first.

He closed his eyes and focused, locating the central point, the hub, the emitter for the world around him. When he found that, he would be able to appear to her no matter where she was...

[waylo rain un.]

imagine that;;

If Waylo would've said she expected Abe to meet her again this way, she would be lying completely. If she said she really had no idea whatsoever, she would be telling the complete truth. In her little 'push thoughts to the side' way, she had managed to forget about her meeting with Abe as she was swimming. Even before so, she did not completely expect Abe to use his powers to talk to her. It seemed so normal, yet so... odd.

Waylo had had a tough time falling asleep that night. The thoughts of her strange feelings kept her up and left her wondering what they were. They must have some type of thing to do with her power, but maybe it was something else... Eh. She finally was able to forget about that when she rolled over to look at her alarm clock. She had gotten the most annoying alarm clack ever just to keep her from falling back asleep in the morning. Set at 7 AM, it would make a loud beeping sound and roll off her bedside table, actually trying to hide somewhere in the room, forcing her to get up. It was 11:42 PM right then, which made Waylo forget everything and fall asleep within 5 minutes. In her dream, she seemed awake. Everything was so... white.

In this shiny room, there seemed to be no walls or roof, just space. Space was covering up a blue and black dressed figure just around what appeared to be a corner. In this other Reality, Waylo walked towards it. When she saw the burning blue eyes, she fell down unexpectedly. She seemed to know the figure. As soon as she got another good look at the junior, she remembered the whole scene between her and Abe. If she was correct, he had said he had no phone, and no need for dorm numbers or phones. Well, she had figured it out. He could walk in the dreams of others. Of course Waylo accepted the power, but she had trouble trying to figure out how he did it. Obviously it was his power, but how did her find her in particular?

After the awkward silence of staring and shock, Waylo spoke. 'How- how did you get in my dreams?' Obviously she knew the answer, but she needed an explanation. Especially why his eyes were blazing blue like that. It was beginning to creep her out a little. She scrambled back up, very unprofessionally. If she were to talk to him again, at least she'd actually have someone to talk to in this school of mystery and power. Having no friends wasn't easy. You were either teased, knocked over every time someone passed by you, or totally ignored. All three and more had happened to her. Abe probably had some friends, and Waylo's roommate Tessa seemed nice.

Well.

In other words, Waylo wished Abe would befriend her, and soon before she was bullied here too.

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[abraham kip winters.]

Upon his locating, with ease, the spark of imagination that was creating this world, the reality he was hovering in reformed around Abe, and when he opened his eyes, he was in a new place, where everything was white. Within seconds, he was joined by the very person he had been seeking, who rounded a corner, saw him, and fell over.

Abe realised that he was still floating about a foot above the plain white floor, but he was too distracted by what Waylo had said upon seeing him to notice.
She wanted to know how he got in her dreams? Then she knew that she was dreaming already. That was... peculiar, to say the least. Usually he would have to find the person in question, tell them they were, in fact, dreaming, and spend the rest of the night trying to convince them of it. But Waylo, somehow, had recognised it the second she had laid eyes on him. It was odd... but not unique. Perhaps she was a lucid dreamer by habit. That would explain it.

But, always favouring a mystery over an answer, Abe pushed the question aside. He dropped out of the air and his black shoes hit the white floor with a satisfying 'click'. Then he walked over to where Waylo had fallen down and offered her a hand up.

"Goodnight to you too." He smiled. His smile was the same as it was in the day, but the alien feel of it was more complete when coupled with his fluorescent blue eyes. "My ability allows me to traverse the dreamscape when I sleep." He said, to answer her question. "It's complicated. And also the simplest thing on Earth. Of course, we're not actually on Earth, right now. We're in your head."

He looked about at the plain white corridors, disinterestedly.
"Which reminds me, if you realise you're dreaming, you must know that you can completely control your surroundings? Why choose to be in such a boring place when you could be anywhere?"

[waylo rain un.]

'Like this?' Waylo asked. After her response, the white corridors almost immediately turned into a beautiful Autumn trail for them to walk rather than just standing there and scaring each other. Waylo had made up the place in her mind, for she had never seen a real Autumn day, which was sad, really. Waylo had lived in St. Michaels her whole life, so the weather was always boring and dreary. If Waylo hadn't lived in St. Michaels, well, she wouldn't even be at this school. Since Waylo was dreaming, and in control of the dream, she decided there would be ducks. Why ducks? Who knows. Waylo liked ducks, so well, there they were.


Waylo thought about Abe's explanations, and thought hard. If he could travel to others dreams, does he ever stay in his own? This lead Waylo to wondering even more. Did he have access to everyone, or only close by people? And was he always visible to the dreamer? Can the dreamer make him leave? Can he dream at all? Can he have a night without dreams or trespassing in others? Why were his eyes like that? Waylo still wasn't used to his eyes. The fluorescent blue light blazed enough for Waylo to wonder how he could still see her. Waylo decided to ask one question at a time. 'Can you stay in your own dreams? I mean, do you have to travel into peoples' dreams every single night? Hopefully, you don't.' Waylo struggled to keep all her other thoughts in. After all, you can't hide everything for long.


Waylo sat on a bench, just noticing that Abe had been hovering, not all the way on the ground. She hesitated, then stopped herself, knowing Abe probably wouldn't want to be showered with too many questions. Waylo kept it all to herself, hoping he would respond quickly so she could get all the questions out of her. The sooner, the better, and Waylo wouldn't push this to the side. Probably never, would she even forget this moment. Nope, never. It might not be a one in a lifetime opportunity, due to the fact that he might join her during the night multiple times, but this is when all would be unleashed, and hopefully revealed fast.


In the distance, Waylo could hear water splashing and flowing. A river near by? Waylo hadn't thought about that. It probably was made without her thinking, because water always calmed her and she needed to relax a little and be patient with Abe. Sitting on a bench was already helping. A river, Autumn, and ducks.


What could possibly be nicer and more peaceful for her?

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I love ducks, water, and Autumn so Waylo shall too :)

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[abraham kip winters.]

Abe was almost startled by the sudden and magical change that transformed the world around them from a maze of bland corridors to an open Autumn scene. He surveyed the new location, visibly impressed. It seemed that his new friend was a natural at shaping her own dreams. A rare talent, especially when one hasn't had any practice before.

His crackling eyes took in the details of the trees, the golden leaves that fell in the breeze and scattered on the ground, the bench that was to the side of the path, the canopy overhead. It was unrefined, but it was solid enough.

"Impressive." Abe said pleasantly after taking in the scenery. "You're a natural."
When he looked back around, Waylo was sitting on a bench and asking another question.
She must have touched upon a topic of some sensitivity, because, for the briefest of moments, a look of what must have been fear passed over Abe's features at the mention of his own dreams. It was quickly replaced with his usual expression, one of curiosity and energy.
Waylo was able to recognise she was dreaming and shape her dreams, and now she was asking questions about things that most people didn't consider. Was coming here a bad choice? Maybe... but for now, it was fascinating.

"I don't dream my own dreams," He said, waving a dismissive hand at the question, "I mean, why would I? It's like playing alone when there's a world of other kids outside."

The sound of a trickling stream somewhere caught his attention. It was a nice sound, but barely audible. With a motion of his hand, he brought the volume of the noise up a tad. That was better.
He then stepped over to the bench where Waylo was seated and settled down bedside her. People like Waylo were dangerous to him - not people that could control dreams like he did, but people who asked questions. He decided to keep the meeting friendly.
"A nice choice of scenery." He commented, forcibly shifting the topic before she could ask anything else about his dreams. "Very seasonal."

[waylo rain un.]

Waylo was pleased that Abe liked her choice of place, but wasn't too satisfied yet. Testing it out again, checking to see if she was able to change the scenery anytime, she changed the surroundings to a nice relaxing empty beach with 2 beach chairs that they were already sitting in because they had been sitting down in the last scenery. There was a beach umbrella between the two chairs to block out the sun, even though you probably would not get sun burned in a dream. Well, at least the sun didn't get in their eyes. Not like that would matter, though... 'Well, sometimes it's nice to be alone. I've always thought it's usually best to be alone, well, unless you get lonely. It's easier to focus on what you're doing.' Waylo didn't want to go too far into that topic. Yet. With all those questions clogged in her head she burst out with the next, not meaning to. 'Can you go into everyone's dreams, only people's you've met, or just people you've seen before?' Waylo asked, calmer than she thought it would come out.

'You know, your power is a lot more complicated than other people at this boarding school. I don't think I've ever seen anything like it.' Waylo rolled her eyes at herself. 'Well of course I haven't, I've hardly seen anyone with powers, and I hardly talk to them. I hardly talk to anyone, oh God.' Waylo would've said she was going crazy, but she already was, well, slightly. She blamed herself for most things and hated on herself for not doing things correctly, doing things she shouldn't have, and not doing anything at all, even if it wasn't a big deal. That was her, and she had to blame herself for that too. 'Oh, Lord help me.' she thought, hoping Abe wouldn't know she said it. Waylo got up from her chair and sat on the sand, feeling it with her hands. Getting sand all over her was a way to help her figure out if she really was on a beach. If she woke up with sand on her arms, she would know. If not, well, she would be happy.

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Sorry it took so long. I've been busy. :/

[abraham kip winters.]

Abe took another cursory glance around when the setting of the dream switched again. He was quite happy to let his new acquaintance experiment with her power. It was a rare opportunity for people unlike himself, for whom lucidity did not come naturally, but with either a lot of luck or even more practice.

A beach was a common place to wind up in dreams. He had been to a fair few. Not a week ago, he had an interesting debate with another student on a beach not dissimilar to this one. And, of course, many years ago, something had happened on a beach within a dream that had changed his life forever. That beach had been nothing like this one though. He could still remember the gusting wind blowing up handfuls of rough grey sand into his face. This one... was sunny.

Even though the umbrella was shielding them from the direct rays of the sun, Abe couldn't resist showing off by flicking his wrist and conjuring from thin air a pair of sunglasses, which he slipped on casually while Waylo asked her next question. He felt quite relaxed quite suddenly. He remembered to be on his guard.

"I'm never alone." He said dismissively, his blue eyes staring up at the peaceful sky from beneath the dark lenses of his shades. "No one is, in dreams. You're surrounded by your own thoughts. If I'm going to meet people while I sleep, I'd rather they have levels, and that," He peered over the rim of his glasses at her pointedly, "Is something that real-life people have in abundance."

She asked another question, and he nudged the glasses back up the bridge of his nose and relaxed back into the chair, crossing one leg comfortably over his other. He'd been asked questions like these a lot. Almost all the time he invaded other people's dreams. After all, it takes a certain rare kind of person to just accept something as wildly impossible as this and take it into their stride. And of course, by the time they'd woken up the next day, they'd remember next to nothing about it anyway.
"Anyone's dreams are open to me." He answered breezily, as if it was nothing that impressive. "It's easier to find the dreams of people I've met or know already, but I don't have to know someone to walk into their dreams. The only condition is that we're both sleeping. Space doesn't matter either. I could enter my Dad's dreams right now, even though he's all the way back home in England. It would be as easy as getting to yours was, and you're in the same building."

He gave her a moment to have a bumbling sentence, which came out somewhat awkwardly. He had assumed that the girl reading alone in the corner of the entrance hall of the Academy was less than utterly sociable, so he wasn't surprised to hear she didn't make a lot of contact with other students. He continued to watch her until she gave up and went to playing with sand.
"I make it my personal mission to find out about the powers of everyone I can in the Academy." He noted idly, "There are so many different people, finding out about all the different personalities and cultures brought together is one thing, but when each one of us can do something incredible and unique... well, that's just too good an opportunity to pass up, right?" He tilted his head lazily and smiled wisely at her.
"And, by the way, don't worry about not talking to anyone, you're doing an admirable job. You wouldn't know you weren't a natural socialite." He looked back across the sand and sea of the beach, still clearly impressed, "Or dreamshaper, for that matter..."