Axl blinked, yawning… "Let me sleeeeeppp…" He murmured... Someone was… "Ow! Stop that!" He tried to move his arm to slap whoever was poking him in the back of his head. He couldn't move! He struggled violently, yelling for all he was worth. Suddenly, a finger flicked his ear.

"For god's sake stop it; you're giving me a headache."

Axl turned around, eyes wide. "Sol!" And there the bounty hunter was, standing behind him, a tight grip on one of the belts on the straight jacket Axl appeared to be wearing and a cigarette in the other hand. "Wait! I shouldn't been dreaming about you! You've got a boyfriend!"

Sol shrugged. "I have a nice butt."

"True."

There was a short, awkward silence. Sol stubbed his cigarette out on the bottom of his shoes. "Okay. Let's get this show on the road." He yanked Axl to his feet, "We've got a lot to cover in one night."

The Brit frowned. "So… You're not here to have mad, passionate sex with me?" He asked cautiously, trying to get out of the straight jacket. That's it Axl, just pretend you don't want to…

Sol snorted and pushed him forwards with one finger. "Just keep moving."

"Umm… Yeah. Okay. I can do that." So much for sex god/blonde bomber (He seriously believed that.). He felt a five year old. Or a lunatic. Or maybe both. Creepy. The straight jacket didn't help. "Don't suppose you could loosen this a little? I can't feel my fingers."

Another snort. "What do you need fingers for? This is a dream!"

Axl pondered this for a minute, "Good point."

They walked on for goodness knows how long. Axl was starting to doze off. Suddenly he walked into something. This something was cold, hard and shiny. He opened an eye. A… Car? A very old, battered car actually. "Ew, this piece of junk's yours? I'd thought you of all people would have something like a motorcycle. This is… A vicar car! It's even blue!"

"I beg your pardon!"

Axl frowned and twisted his head back. Oh dear. Wrong phrase, wrong time. "Um, hey, Ky."

"Just get in the car, please…" He sounded exasperated, "And be quick about it. I'm due in Sol's dream in ten minutes."

"Aw, cute." Axl got in the car. Miraculously without the use of his arms.

"I wish it was cute." Ky muttered and got in next to him and the car began to drive itself away.

"Hm?" He grinned. "What kind of stuff does Sol dream about involving you then?"

The knight went pink. "That's none of your business!" He snapped, facing the window in a strop.

He giggled, "Let's think… Bondage? Hmm… How about-"

Ky spun around and tightened the straight jacket with such speed it made him gaspas the oxygen was forced out of him. "That's quite enough of that Axl." He muttered, scowling. The awkward silence returned again. He would have asked where they were going but talking would mean loosing some of his air supplies. The car came to a jerky halt, spluttering. "Okay, up you get…"

He got up obediently. Maybe he'd loosen the jacket if he was good boy. "So… Where… Am… I?" He wheezed, panting for air.

"You'll find out soon enough." He answered, marching him through the white hall that appeared out of no where. "I hope you'll find this dream at least a little helpful, otherwise I'll have been wasting my time." He was talking to himself now, drifting off into a little rant about how often he actually wastes his own time and all that jazz. Axl was actually starting to enjoy setting him off with little things that irritated him when they stopped in a large hall. Ky smiled wearily. "Here we are." He frog-marched the other to the centre of the room.

There was a ring of chairs with random people sat in them. He didn't recognise most of them but it was hard to ignore the person standing up. The person in the white jacket. "Faust!" Axl managed, sitting down at a spare seat, "What're you doing here!"

Faust beamed at him. "Now Axl, calm down." He turned to the person next to Axl, a short girl with brown hair. "Go ahead and start now."

The girl stood up, twitching slightly. She looked nervous, twisting a strand of hair around one finger. Everyone in the circle looked at her expectantly, smiling like complete lunatics. It was extremely off-putting. She took a deep breath and said, "Hello. My name's Helen."

"Hello Helen!"

"And I'm a loveless loser." Everyone clapped and the person next to her patted her on the back.

"Now you Axl." Faust nodded at him, writing something down on the paper attached to the clipboard he was holding.

Axl frowned. "Hey, I'm no loveless loser I'm-" He stopped and thought about it. And thought about some more. Oh god. He really was a loveless loser! All of this achy chest and jealousy and depression! It had to be it! He stood up. "Hello. My name is Axl."

"Hello Axl!"

"And I'm a loveless loser."

They all clapped. And clapped. And then someone burst through the door. "Axl?" Axl stared… Who was it? He couldn't make the person out exactly…

The people in the circle started whispering, hissing. Something about lying to them. Faust looked and him and gave him an apologetic look and then he fell through the floor and crashed into nothingness.

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Axl shot up, breathing heavily. He was sweating. Damn those falling dreams! He was lying on the floor, face-down on the carpet. He swore softly, sitting up and clambering back onto his bed. He blew a strand of hair out of his face, frowned, then yanked the blanket back around himself. He hated falling dreams… Hated them…