The following is an excerpt from the Sburb walkthrough written by penname TentacleTherapist entitled 'Derse, Prospit, and Dream Selves':

You'll have to accept my sincere apologies for having taken so long to get to this point in the game in my walkthrough.

Under most circumstances you'll have needed this information from the moment you start the game, as for all but a few players it will begin the first time you sleep within the game. I'd have reached it sooner, but it's taken me awhile to wrap my mind around it personally.

Simply put, the moment you enter the game, you essentially have two bodies. The first is your normal body, the one that's just doing as you do throughout the game. But whenever you fall asleep, you'll switch to your dream self, your secondary body, which will wake up.

When you fall asleep as you dream self, you'll awaken back as your regular self. It should be noted that you don't make the shift to dream self by passing into some ethereal dream realm.

The dream self bodies are located on the planets named Derse and Prospit, the former a dark purple kingdom with a grudge against the sleeping players, the latter a bright gold one with an affection for them.

Under all known circumstances, the number of Derse and Prospit dreamers has been equal. Both Derse and Prospit are physical locations that you could visit with your waking body, even meeting your dream self; or at least meeting their sleeping body.

In our session for example, a dream self was even added to the sprite of their player's waking body, though in doing so she learned something about the dream selves. When you wake within them, you are not in perfect control of them.

Your dream self will be essentially you, but with one, a few, or even all of your emotions drastically exaggerated, like a living parody of yourself. I'm told that this is not the case for all players.

Some have been in just as much control of their regular body as their dream self, knowing when they've crossed over and being able to remember things from their time in both forms, where most players are unable.

Such was the case for me. I was not so much my dream self as located somewhere vaguely inside of her, more piloting the body than living through it.

The previously mentioned player who made a sprite of her dream self recounted that her dream form was not only hyper emotional and easily brought to tears by the mere mention of slightly upsetting things, but also just logically unintelligent.

On a final note, it's been my experience that every session will have at least one player who had been waking as their dream self even before the game began.

Any who recall seeing the light or dark shelled carapacian people in their dreams are almost certainly the player who'd been waking as their dream self.

One might assume this player would be one with more natural control of their dream self, but in truth this is not the case; and they tend to have even less control than others.

Take caution while sleeping.


Aspico opened her eyes, looking down at her golden yellow sleeping gown. She had no memory of putting it on, but of course she'd always been wearing it.

She looked around the empty golden room, knowing that she didn't want to stay inside of it, pretty though it was. She looked out the window and saw the streets below. She was in a castle she realized. How had she never known she'd been inside of a castle?

She floated through the window and down to the street, seeing the people who inhabited the kingdom. She recognized them as carapacians, the chess like people from the carapacian kingdom. Unlike that kingdom though, only the pure white skinned/shelled ones were here.

Prospitians they were called if she remembered right. "I suppose that mut make this Prospit." She said with a smile, looking around. The citizens all stared at her curiously, but not hostile.

She heard them whisper when she passed them, but it seemed that to Aspico that she was merely being admired. She only managed to actually hear what they were saying once., catching the words, 'The Seer is awake.. First the Sylph and the Bard, and now the Ser?"

Seer.. why didn't sound familiar. She was the Seer.. she supposed, but of what? She shook her head, not wanting to worry herself with such questions when there was a golden kingdom to be explored.

Notably they'd mentioned a Bard and a Sylph, so perhaps friends were about. She floated through the streets, looking over the the other tall golden castle spires. Including the one she'd been sleeping in herself, there were six total.

She found Java in one of them, not asleep, but the window of Arvis' room, knees on the windowsill as she gazed dreamily into the rom. Aspico giggled at this, and continued floating along. Looking through another window, she found that Lurabo was still asleep, the yellow blood tossing and turning restlessly in her bed.

Shrugging at this, Aspico floated over more and found two of her friends awake, Risura and Valtina. They were walking together through the streets of Prospit, looking around together.

Aspico flew down to them to greet them. They may have been on opposite teams, but they were still friends she believed. Valtina smiled, hugging Aspico happily, "I told you this place was real!" She said excitedly.

Thinking back, Aspico did member that there had been a time when altina had been telling her about seeing the carapacians in her sleep, in a golden city with bright clouds above it. She didn't remember when this had happened.

Frankly she couldn't clearly remember anything that had happened before she'd woken up in her room, though for reasons she didn't understand, was untroubled by this. Risura was staring up into the sky, practically seeming to be in a trance as he looked into the clouds.

"They show the past," Valtina said, "And the future to. Go ahead and take a look!"

Curiously, Aspico looked up at the clouds above. For the first few moments she was simply staring at clouds, but shortly after images began appearing in the clouds; images that finally broke the sense of calm in the troll girl, and slowly brought her olive green blood to a boil. "What are you seeing?" Valtina asked curiously when she saw Aspico's hands clench into fists. "Patior." Aspico said to through clenched teeth.

She didn't know why the clouds had decided to show her the jerk of an indigo blue blood, but there he was in the clouds, being a jerk online, being a jerk to other trolls in the street, working out.. Getting sweaty so he could look sexy while he was being a jekr. Aspico hadn't noticed she was blushing, though even when she did notice it she assumed it was just from her anger; which wasn't technically inaccurate.


Jeff floated through the streets of Derse. He had to move quickly. If seen for too long, he was all but certain to be attacked. There'd been bars on the window in his room when he'd woken in the dark purple sleep wear, but he'd luckily woken with perfect timing, as Furlok had been floating passed his window, no doubt to visit Brendon in the next spire over.

She'd been chipping at her bars for quite while and broken through, and when he asked, she was willing to help him remove the bars over his. Furlok seemed to be in a more dreamlike state than Jeff, but he didn't question it, instead focusing himself on locating his other friends on Derse.

It'd not been difficult to figure that Furlok and Brendon were on either side of the spire he'd come from, but now the question was whether or not there were other people. He could see three other spires, which meant three other people.

He slowly made his way towards them, occasionally stopping to hide in the shadows whenever a few of the pitch black shelled carapacians passed. Most were either armed, armored, or both.

He heard one of them talking with the others, "Yeah, the Thief's been awake for ages, but I'm hearing word that the Heir's up and out as well. The Witch to. They aren't much of a problem right now, so we don't need to deal with them yet."

"What about the Prince?"

"Naw, he's still out, and let's pray he stays like that. If he wakes, we're gonna have one hell of a time keeping 'em down."

Thief, Heir, Witch, and Prince.. Jeff wondered about these apparent titles as he continued towards the spires. For some reason his mind kept going back to the Heir title. Perhaps they were all names for his friends? And that would make him the Heir.. but to what?

To his knowledge he had no rich family, no wealth to inherit, nor any goals that would require him to. He cleared his mind of this, focusing on the spires and floating up to one of them. Inside he found Dustine.

He was tossing and turning in his sleep, not looking very restful at all as he slept. Jeff wished he could help, but wasn't sure how, so moved on to the next spire. Inside, Mutosi was standing on her bed, seeming to be practicing a speech about the blood caste and its flawed nature, and how society had just allowed it to propagate.

Jeff wondered if she remembered that even if she'd been right about this, it had only been true on a planet that had been blasted to hell by meteors shortly after they'd all entered this game.

Not believing she'd want much to talk with him, Jeff floated to the last of the spires, finding it to be empty.

The bars had been pried out of place, the occupant having left. If Jeff's math was right, then this would have to be someone from the 'Villain team', and he had a suspicion that it was Patior. Where exactly the indigo blood had gone, he wasn't sure.