Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20180401033748/@comment-26120744-20180403012129

The guy was too panicked and shook his head. "I- no one's in charge!? Okay, who's the information person? Who organizes shit? I have dire information and I need to get to them now!"

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The dreams followed the basic details in the same way, varrying in one sense or another based on subconcious cues of each character.

They'd find themselves able to breathe while completely submerged in an endless ocean of ...... something. Something pitch black and at the same time filled with all the colors of creation, swirling and meshing and dividing and meshing again in the murky darkness.

Swimming with them would be faceless, shapeless things that watched without faces, and spoke without voice. Their 'influence', since 'voice' is inappropriate a term, could be described as speaking not in words or even thoughts but in sheer emotions, interpreted by each dreamer differently.

Also heavy symbolism. Some might see a animal eating itself, each time it's entire body passes through the mouth it becomes a whole different organism of a form far more bizzare than the last, before devouring and recreating itself again.

And above all, there was a sense of something - perhaps the shapeless things, perhaps the self-eating animal, perhaps something even worse - looming in the background. Approaching fast.