The smell of cut wood and paint invades your senses. You look down at your hands, seeing your fingers cracked, dry, and bleeding, the pain intense and almost overwhelming. On your right hand, you see that you are missing a chunk of your finger and on your left, you lack a fingernail on your pinky. You briefly wonder how your hands became this scarred as you look up. Before you is a towering throne of glorious white marble and archangels who herald their well-captured focus for justice beneath an array of crossed swords. You realize that this masterpiece is of your own doing, and the pain you felt before is replaced with pride and accomplishment.

You awake with a start, and look around. Everything seems the same as when you went to sleep. Except that your hair is pink. You awake with a start, and look around. Everything seems the same as when you went to sleep. Except that your skin is rainbow-colored. You awake with a start. Everything seems the same as when you went to sleep. Except that you're somewhere you've never been before. Fed up with the cycle, you go back to sleep, realizing you must be asleep for something so odd to occur in the first place.

Org: Magnagora
Everyone else sees: flails his/her arms wildly, as if falling from a great height.
You stand before the leader of a city, having delivered the message from your king. You urge the leader to choose his next words carefully. The next thing you know, a sword is at your throat, and the king screams at you, "THIS IS CELEST!", and kicks you and your escort into a deep, dark hole behind you, that you had previously not noticed.

Action: laughs harshly in sleep, but his/her smile soon fades.
You hack and slash your way through a countless horde of your most hated enemies, reveling in their bloodshed, eviscerating them with reckless glee. Suddenly, an offical-looking man in a strange garb hands you a paper that he calls a "summons," and declares your actions and, indeed, the very world you live in, to be too violent.

Shadowdancer Dream:

1st Person:
You find yourself walking the halls of the Night Coven, intently searching for something in the dark shadows that linger nearby. You take the final step off of a staircase and see a statue of Mother Night in the centre of a large oval room. Kneeling before the statue, you place your lips upon its feet reverently, before a pall of shadows washes over you. You close your eyes against the assault, but a sense of stillness forces you to open your eyes. You see, to your amazement, Mother Night standing before a large, black altar and watching you quietly. She points at you and whispers, "You are mine. Now and forever more."

3rd Person:
$+Name frowns deeply in $his sleep before a look of reverence appears briefly on $his face.

Blacktalon Dream:

1st Person:
A sense of freedom sings deep within your soul, as you soar over the Glomdoring Forest with massive black wings that protrude from your back. A movement on the ground below catches your avian eyes, and you suddenly pull your wings in and drop from the skies. You watch as the ground comes closer and closer each second you fall, but just as the ground is within a mere few feet, you throw out your wings and open your talons about your kill. With a look of pride at your hunt screaming within your hold, you take flight once more into the darkness of the night.

3rd Person:
$+Name moans slightly, a look of hunger written upon $his face, before an expression of joyful triumph replaces it.

Ha.

I've actually pondered doing that IG for the lulz. "THIS! IS! SERENWILDE!" *push person into that desecrated foyer thing*

Hasn't Nintobas mausoleum been desecrated enough?

I probably wouldn't get away with the reference.

Serenwilde only:
You settle comfortably against the Moonhart Mother tree, listening to the idle banter of your commune mates. You smile softly as someone begins telling a familiar tale, and your head sinks slowly as you drift off into an easy slumber in the soft twilight.
3rd person: gives a contented sigh and a faint smile in ^his sleep.

Furrikin only:
You're walking through the market district with a close friend, when suddenly one of the passersby sneezes. And then another. And another. Soon everyone you meet immediately breaks into a sneezing fit, and you realize: It must be spring again.
3rd person: Tiny whisps of stray fur drift past as sneezes in ^his sleep.

General:
As you welcome another scholar into your traveling group, you're bombarded by a cacophony of requests to move more swiftly to several different places. You spy a wandering bard in the distance, eye the group you're leading, and then sigh, resolving to only offer guidance to pilgrims from now on.
3rd person: winces at something in ^his dream.

YES!!!!!

I had a simliar dream like this, only it wasn't Lusternian related, but it sort of went down like this. Enjoy! =D


GLOMDORING
You feel a sense of instant chaos and frenzy as you whip around looking for your friends. Everyone is running and screaming, there are various sounds and giant bonfires breaking out over the wyrden wood. You sense there isn't much time to find safety, so you begin to run through the crowd of blurred faces, finding your heart pounding quickly within your chest. As you pass the Master Ravenwood, you stop short and stare in awe. A large, red and yellow fire has engulfed the Master Ravenwood tree. A single tear coalesces down your cheek and just as you turn to run again, the red and yellow fire takes on an eerie bright blue hue. You turn just in time to see the blue fire consume the tree entirely before it erupts in a blinding white light. The noise suddenly stops; you look around to see the open mouths of silent screams and then you are plunged into darkness.

begins to sob in their sleep.

You find yourself on a stage dressed in weird clothing. Next to you are 3 people you recognise as your friends dressed in variations of clothing. In front of you is a crowd and you begin dancing, first doing a Y, then M, then a C, and an A shape with your arms repeating this several times until you find out you're actually dancing alone on stage, the audience and friends gone leaving you perplexed.

Third person: mumbles something along the lines of 'It's fun to stay at the...' in his sleep, extreme terror on his face.

You come out of a daze with the wind howling outside your cottage in the mountains. You glance out the window beside your front door and sigh at the raging blizzard. Standing, you cross to the window and draw the blinds, thankful for your well-built retreat from the cold and wind, then return to the mind-soothing task of sewing a new blanket and the daze it brings.

lets out an exasperated sigh in ^his sleep.

Wouldn't it be neat if you had dreams about random active people in lusternia? Sort of like how sometimes stupidity (yell

Too lazy to actually write it so somebody else write some

You find yourself sitting comfortably, nestled against someone warm. You look up and see the smiling face of . Sighing contentedly, you close your eyes and relax, falling once more into a deep sleep.

Sorry, going with NO.

Hahah I think you just helped the cause.

Celest only:

You blink the sleep from your eyes in the Valley of Seraphic Delights and stand, stretching languidly. There's a bright flash of light, and suddenly you see a masked demigod standing before you, sneering. You barely have time to register his presence before his twin weapons slam home, shattering the dream completely.

3rd: jerks into a seated position with a sharp gasp, then swoons and falls back into slumber.

Bet that is Thoros.