Post by Talia Winchell on May 26, 2013 10:21:13 GMT -5
Lucidity was a state that had somehow come to Tal when she had been staying in that sterile hospital that smelled of hopelessness; ever since she had returned from the place, her dreams had intrigued her to no end. Though it was difficult as ever for the daughter of Hermes to fall asleep, she had become more inclined to try and try. She had never heard much of lucid dreams before she had experienced them herself; now, her dreams seemed to be a sort of sanctuary for her, a true sanctuary that nobody could penetrate even if they desired to. As usual, Tal stayed in the cabin most days - if you had asked anybody who knew her well, they would have assured you this was normal for her - and she spent her time reading or sleeping. Part of the reason that she had been staying in the cabin was the fact that some of the campers seemed to know, inexplicably, what she had done.
However, after several days of attempting to avoid the throng of campers that populated every imaginable place, Tal had resigned herself to the fact that such a feat was impossible. And so she stuck completely to the place where she felt safest, even if that safety was nothing but an illusion - burrowing under the covers of her blankets in the Hermes cabin was one way that she often passed time, and that was where she was now. Hiding underneath, avoiding any contact with her half-siblings and even Uriel Mikhail. He was the person that Anya was attempting to avoid socializing with most of all - she wasn't sure why, but something seemed off whenever she spoke to him now. But she couldn't let one of her only friends slip from her grasp, and was at a loss as to what she could do about herself. Why was she so damn stupid and hopeless?
Tonight was a night that Tal had given way to sleep early, partly because this way she wouldn't need an excuse when it came to keeping to herself. At first, her dreams had been generic - falling down bottomless pits and conversing with people that she could not converse with in the waking world any longer. At one point, the scene in her mind changed to a setting that seemed oh so familiar and yet slightly alien, as though somebody had moved all the furnishings several inches to the left and Anya was trying to figure out what exactly had gone wrong. She was floating through camp, entering the dark woods that she never wanted to see again. When her feet hit the ground and she became fully solid again, it was a shock to her system; she stumbled slightly and wavered on the ground before she became aware of words being spoken. A laugh, even, that sent chills down her spine.
No.
She woke again, armed with some intangible force that confused her, and looked around the room. She woke up in the middle of these dreams often; though it disconcerted her, she usually just tried again with better results. Tal shuffled over to the bathroom and splashed cold water onto her face; it calmed her slightly. That is, until the door creaked and she saw who was behind it. Once again, she was unprepared.
/ooc: this sucks so bad. i'm sorry. D;