<JETMODE> *It's night in a dreamworld, not that night or day matters in the passages of the mind. The realm of dreams is infinite and infinitely variable, everything from joy to horror coexisting in a surreal chaos.

<JETMODE> *The paths this dreamer wanders, however, are narrow, dark, and twisted. His steps echo steadily, one after the other, on a stone road that only he can see, until he stops, finally, in the yellow light of a streetlamp -- the only thing for miles in any direction.

<JETMODE> *The dreamer peers left and right, as if expecting someone, then shrugs and starts down the path again, leaving the lamplight behind. As he travels, the area around him grows darker, until he can't even see the flagstones under his feet.

<JETMODE> *Abruptly, the ground before him erupts into a pillar of reddish light, and an accusatory voice murmurs, "Why did you do this to me? I don't even know you. What did I do to you?"

<JETMODE> *The dreamer takes a step back, but the voice and light suddenly come from behind him as well. "That's so cruel, you know? I sort of liked you."

<JETMODE> *Each direction he tries is cut off by yet another pillar, each wailing accusations and threats. The dreamer drops to his knees, whimpering, and they draw nearer and nearer, radiating a heat of anger and despair. "L-leave me alone! I didn't do it!"

<JETMODE> *Their voices drown his out, and they continue to encroach, until all sense is suddenly lost in a haze of pain and terror.

<TIAMAT> *As the light of pre-dawn slowly falls on the Arena, a loud yell of desperation breaks the early morning silence at Lady Gwen's. Jarod sits bolt up in his bed, kicking at his blankets, eye wild and a cold sweat running down his forehead.

<JETMODE> *Kender snrks violently, sitting up with approximately the grace of the walking dead and staring blearily over at Jarod. "Whaahnyu?"

<JETMODE> *Cinno has woken with an explosive hiss and scoooted under the bed, where he stays, growling.

<TIAMAT> *Jarod, however, is doubled over, clutching his head and trembling. "No...g-get out..."

<JETMODE> *Kender blinks, then shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, and shoves his blankets off, nearly tripping as he attempts to shamble over to Jarod's bed. He grabs his roommate by the shoulder and shakes him, looking a little crabby. "'Snot fair wakin' me up if you're still asleep." He yawns.

<TIAMAT> *Jarod jerks violently out of Kender's grasp, attempting to scramble backwards on all fours, but he only manages to slam into the headboard of his bed. This does seem to bring him around a bit, however. He stares at his room mate a little wildly. ".. Kender."

<JETMODE> *Kender folds his arms, still bleary-eyed. "Yeah, 's me. 'ch yellin' about?"

<TIAMAT> *Jarod glances around, still breathing a little hard. "Oh man... *he takes a deep breath and holds his head in his hands. "Nightmare. Musta been a nightmare.

<JETMODE> <Kender> *peers at him* Nightmare?

<TIAMAT> *Jarod nods a little, glancing up at him. "Yeah. It was...really real, though. *he shudders a little.

<JETMODE> <Kender> Wan' talk about it? *he yawns explosively, grimacing*

<TIAMAT> *Jarod: Dunno what to talk about...there was darkness, and pain, and fear. Not fear. Terror. *he sighs a little, then looks up and blinks, rubbing his eyes a bit* What time is it?

<JETMODE> <Kender> ... early. But not early enough for me to go back to bed.

<TIAMAT> *Jarod: Aw man... *he rubs his eyes again* S-sorry.

<JETMODE> <Kender> No big. *yawns again*

<TIAMAT> *Jarod gets up, shuffling into the kitchen and pouring himself a large glass of water, which he downs quickly. "Ever had that kinda dream? Like you can't quite wake up from it."

<JETMODE> <Kender> Yeah, I guess. Not for a long time, though.

<JETMODE> *He appears to be slowly waking up.

<TIAMAT> *Jarod shudders again. "Creepy.."