The door was locked, his guns in their holsters, Vera clutched in his hands and he sat on his bunk with burning eyes and a snarl. Enough of this. He may die but he had no intention of going down unarmed. He was going to take that dream Reaver with him if it was the last thing he did.
"Takin' my guns… takin' my guns…" He chanted quietly to himself as he laid back on the bed and let himself fall into the darkness of sleep, still clutching his favorite gun tightly.
He sat up and gave a short, frustrated shout. Still in his bunk. Still exhausted. Still awake. With an irritated growl he dug out a bottle of whiskey he had stashed away. "Gorram freak ain't gettin' away that easy."
He pulled the cap off the dark brown bottle and had a mouthful before he realized something wasn't right. He spit it out and stared at the slowly spreading puddle of blood on the floor as his stomach churned.
"Ai ya!" He spat, looking at the bottle in shock. Without thinking he dropped it as he saw the twisted face of the dream Reaver molded in the glass, his face contorted in a wicked grin. The bottle bounced and rolled away but stopped with that ugly face grinning up at him.
"What's wrong? Haven't you always wanted a taste of Kaylee?" The glass face said with a suggestive smirk.
"Ain't what I meant and you know it." He spat wiping his mouth then froze. "Why am I talking to a ruttin' bottle?"
He smirked back at the face. He was asleep after all. Within seconds Vera was pointing at that smug bottle and he pulled the trigger. He loved this dream - his reattached finger was working just fine. The bottle exploded, coating the room in shattered glass and drops of blood. Jayne grinned at the remains.
"I ain't going down without a fight, you tama de hundan." He grinned. "This is my dream! I'm ready for you this time! I have my weapons! In here I am a weapon!"
"This may be your dream but it's my world." The dream Reaver's mocking cackle filled the room. "But you've got a point. You are a weapon…"
Pain erupted in Jayne's forearms and an agonized shriek escaped before he could stop it. He looked down to see the skin stretching and deforming into impossible but familiar lumps.