I got the idea for the dream plane from the Roswell High series. I've
tried to change it as much as possible from the way that Isabel Evans
describes it, but the idea still does not belong to me, though I wish it
did. Hope you like it~~~
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Moaning, Kitty's eyes flickered open, and she was blinded by the whiteness of the room. 'Am I dead?' she wondered, 'Is this the light at the end of the tunnel?' Forcing her eyes closed again, intense pain shot through her skull. She moaned again in response to the pain. 'I can't be dead, I mean, once you die, aren't you supposed to be free of pain and suffering?' Trying and failing to open her eyes again, she was vaguely aware of someone stroking her matted hair.
"Is she avake?"
"Look, her eyelids fluttered again."
"Is she going to be ok?" Dim voices began to push their way into her mind. At first they were muffled, fuzzy, like a radio in desperate need of tuning, but as the conversation continued they became clearer and clearer.
"She just suffered a mild concussion, nothing worse. You are all going to be late for school if you don't hurry. Leave and give Kitty some peace, it's best we all continue on with a normal schedule anyways. Scott, will you take this note to Principal Kelly? It should explain Kitty's absence."
"Sure, Professor." The sound of shuffling footsteps and the opening and closing of doors entered Kitty's ears.
"Is she going to be ok?" A voice demanded once more.
"She simply bumped her head, she didn't crack her skull. It's just a mild concussion, she'll be fine. Lance, you should return to school."
"I'm not leaving her here alone!"
"She won't be alone; I, Ororo Monroe, or Mr. McCoy will be with her at all times. You have nothing to worry about."
"I'm not leaving her like this!" He stomped his foot like an incensed toddler, causing the room to sway.
"Very well, you may stay." The professor relented as though worried that Lance might cause another quake. "I'm returning to my office, I'll send Ororo up here in a few moments." The door slid open for the last time, leaving Kitty and Lance alone in the bare infirmary.
Attempting to open her eyes again, Kitty could just faintly see the blurred outline of Lance Alvers. "Lance?" she murmured, here head aching with the effort it took to talk.
"Kitty?" Lance gushed eagerly, the room shaking from his excitement.
"Wha-what happened?"
"I'm not sure," he answered uncertainly, "Summers called me in the middle of the night, saying you were hurt. Apparently you were having a nightmare or somethin', phased through your bed, and hit your head on the floor. At least, I think that's what Rogue said, but I'm not completely - Kitty? What's wrong?" He cast a worried glance to her face where her eyes were shimmering with tears at the mention of her nightmare.
"It's nothing, just tired I guess."
"You go ahead and sleep. I'm not going to leave you."
Kitty smiled at the rare streak of sensitivity in Lance. "Scott actually called you?" She giggled at the idea.
Lance smirked, "yeah, you can imagine my surprise when I heard his voice on the other end of the phone at 3 in the morning."
"I'm glad he called you," she smiled as her eyes slowly began to close.
"So am I, so am I."
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The sweet scent of lilacs wafted gently through the room, while a cool breeze entered through the open window, giving the tiny closet the feeling of a cool summer evening. Candlelight flickered, casting ghostly shadows against the wall, providing only a dim light. Arisnoë never meditated in her room, with its four poster bed, satin sheets, silky over hangings of red trimmed with golden lace. The brightly lit room felt too large, too exposed, and full of wealth. She needed a dark, quiet place where she could sit undisturbed with no distractions; just her, the dim candlelight, and the sweet aroma of her lilac incense. It put her in the perfect mood to enter the dream plane.
The dream plane: it had to be her favorite place with its vibrant colors, melodic sounds, and perfect scenarios that lay out for her pleasure. She preferred entering peoples' dreams rather than their thoughts; for one, it was easier for their minds were not as wary of her entrance, their subconscious was lying open, unprepared to ward her off. For another thing, not all people had yet learned to control their dreams - Arisnoë had been able to control her dreams since she was 6, she assumed it was just another part of her power - so it felt less personal to enter their uncontrolled dreams during the night than entering the thoughts they could direct during the day.
Breathing in the deep scent of lilacs, she closed her eyes, relaxed, and was in. Millions of pictures swam before her, each one rimmed with the color of the dreamer's emotion. She recognized Jean's, Kitty's, and Kurt's, all surrounded in a deep purple signifying a deep, dreamless sleep. That was common, after having your dream entered and altered, to not dream again for several nights. They're dreams had been so easy to enter, each one had been dreaming about their powers, Arisnoë hadn't even needed Evan to tell her that they went to the Institute. For that's what the Institute was, she deduced, a school for mutants. But the others, they're dreams were proving to be more difficult, for none of them had openly dreamt about their powers, and without that knowledge she could not fulfill her duty.
An orb flew past, glowing a luscious cerulean, the color of unrequited love. Curious, more, perhaps, than she should be, she beckoned to the picture, planning on entering it. She was surprised to find that the dream belonged to Evan. 'He's not dating anyone, so who is he dreaming about?'
Widening the portal with a swift wave of her hand, she gracefully stepped inside, careful to remain unseen to Evan and the girl he was standing with on the moonlit beach. The girl's charcoal hair flew back behind her, revealing two gleaming eyes. Evan leaned forward and whispered something to the girl, causing her bell-like laughter to ring out over the breaking of waves against the sand. Arisnoë recognized the laughter but she couldn't believe it, there was no possible way that Evan could be dreaming about the girl she was certain the laughter belonged to. But as the wind picked up, the mysterious girl shook her hair out of her eyes, turning her face towards Arisnoë.
Gasping, Arisnoë wrenched herself out of Evan's dream, sending the scene swirling in a mixture of rainbow colors. Not even bothering to glance at any of the other dreams, she slipped out of the dream plane only to find herself panting on her closet floor with her candles burning low. Blowing out the candles' lingering flames, she stepped out of her closet, trying to block out the image that kept arising in her mind; Evan Daniels was in love with her.
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Moaning, Kitty's eyes flickered open, and she was blinded by the whiteness of the room. 'Am I dead?' she wondered, 'Is this the light at the end of the tunnel?' Forcing her eyes closed again, intense pain shot through her skull. She moaned again in response to the pain. 'I can't be dead, I mean, once you die, aren't you supposed to be free of pain and suffering?' Trying and failing to open her eyes again, she was vaguely aware of someone stroking her matted hair.
"Is she avake?"
"Look, her eyelids fluttered again."
"Is she going to be ok?" Dim voices began to push their way into her mind. At first they were muffled, fuzzy, like a radio in desperate need of tuning, but as the conversation continued they became clearer and clearer.
"She just suffered a mild concussion, nothing worse. You are all going to be late for school if you don't hurry. Leave and give Kitty some peace, it's best we all continue on with a normal schedule anyways. Scott, will you take this note to Principal Kelly? It should explain Kitty's absence."
"Sure, Professor." The sound of shuffling footsteps and the opening and closing of doors entered Kitty's ears.
"Is she going to be ok?" A voice demanded once more.
"She simply bumped her head, she didn't crack her skull. It's just a mild concussion, she'll be fine. Lance, you should return to school."
"I'm not leaving her here alone!"
"She won't be alone; I, Ororo Monroe, or Mr. McCoy will be with her at all times. You have nothing to worry about."
"I'm not leaving her like this!" He stomped his foot like an incensed toddler, causing the room to sway.
"Very well, you may stay." The professor relented as though worried that Lance might cause another quake. "I'm returning to my office, I'll send Ororo up here in a few moments." The door slid open for the last time, leaving Kitty and Lance alone in the bare infirmary.
Attempting to open her eyes again, Kitty could just faintly see the blurred outline of Lance Alvers. "Lance?" she murmured, here head aching with the effort it took to talk.
"Kitty?" Lance gushed eagerly, the room shaking from his excitement.
"Wha-what happened?"
"I'm not sure," he answered uncertainly, "Summers called me in the middle of the night, saying you were hurt. Apparently you were having a nightmare or somethin', phased through your bed, and hit your head on the floor. At least, I think that's what Rogue said, but I'm not completely - Kitty? What's wrong?" He cast a worried glance to her face where her eyes were shimmering with tears at the mention of her nightmare.
"It's nothing, just tired I guess."
"You go ahead and sleep. I'm not going to leave you."
Kitty smiled at the rare streak of sensitivity in Lance. "Scott actually called you?" She giggled at the idea.
Lance smirked, "yeah, you can imagine my surprise when I heard his voice on the other end of the phone at 3 in the morning."
"I'm glad he called you," she smiled as her eyes slowly began to close.
"So am I, so am I."
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The sweet scent of lilacs wafted gently through the room, while a cool breeze entered through the open window, giving the tiny closet the feeling of a cool summer evening. Candlelight flickered, casting ghostly shadows against the wall, providing only a dim light. Arisnoë never meditated in her room, with its four poster bed, satin sheets, silky over hangings of red trimmed with golden lace. The brightly lit room felt too large, too exposed, and full of wealth. She needed a dark, quiet place where she could sit undisturbed with no distractions; just her, the dim candlelight, and the sweet aroma of her lilac incense. It put her in the perfect mood to enter the dream plane.
The dream plane: it had to be her favorite place with its vibrant colors, melodic sounds, and perfect scenarios that lay out for her pleasure. She preferred entering peoples' dreams rather than their thoughts; for one, it was easier for their minds were not as wary of her entrance, their subconscious was lying open, unprepared to ward her off. For another thing, not all people had yet learned to control their dreams - Arisnoë had been able to control her dreams since she was 6, she assumed it was just another part of her power - so it felt less personal to enter their uncontrolled dreams during the night than entering the thoughts they could direct during the day.
Breathing in the deep scent of lilacs, she closed her eyes, relaxed, and was in. Millions of pictures swam before her, each one rimmed with the color of the dreamer's emotion. She recognized Jean's, Kitty's, and Kurt's, all surrounded in a deep purple signifying a deep, dreamless sleep. That was common, after having your dream entered and altered, to not dream again for several nights. They're dreams had been so easy to enter, each one had been dreaming about their powers, Arisnoë hadn't even needed Evan to tell her that they went to the Institute. For that's what the Institute was, she deduced, a school for mutants. But the others, they're dreams were proving to be more difficult, for none of them had openly dreamt about their powers, and without that knowledge she could not fulfill her duty.
An orb flew past, glowing a luscious cerulean, the color of unrequited love. Curious, more, perhaps, than she should be, she beckoned to the picture, planning on entering it. She was surprised to find that the dream belonged to Evan. 'He's not dating anyone, so who is he dreaming about?'
Widening the portal with a swift wave of her hand, she gracefully stepped inside, careful to remain unseen to Evan and the girl he was standing with on the moonlit beach. The girl's charcoal hair flew back behind her, revealing two gleaming eyes. Evan leaned forward and whispered something to the girl, causing her bell-like laughter to ring out over the breaking of waves against the sand. Arisnoë recognized the laughter but she couldn't believe it, there was no possible way that Evan could be dreaming about the girl she was certain the laughter belonged to. But as the wind picked up, the mysterious girl shook her hair out of her eyes, turning her face towards Arisnoë.
Gasping, Arisnoë wrenched herself out of Evan's dream, sending the scene swirling in a mixture of rainbow colors. Not even bothering to glance at any of the other dreams, she slipped out of the dream plane only to find herself panting on her closet floor with her candles burning low. Blowing out the candles' lingering flames, she stepped out of her closet, trying to block out the image that kept arising in her mind; Evan Daniels was in love with her.
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