Sometimes, dreams can be a blessing. Something connecting and reuniting the lonely souls with loved ones who are gone and missed dearly. The secret world where shackles of reality no longer exist, where the borders of time and space can and dissolve and those who should never be separated but thanks to cruelt twist of fate are unreachable otherwise can be together as they always should be, with nothing being able to keep them apart.
Sometimes though, such dreams can be a curse. A suffering of body and mind clawing it's way into reality, clinging to you long after you leave the dreamworld, like a burning echo of tragic fate of the other half of your soul, being remembered and relived like it was your own...
Whenewer young Luke Skywalker was dreaming about his so much missed father who he never met and always wished for, his dreams, his nightmares, were filled with pain, rage and fire. Scorching heat so intense that it was refusing to leave his body from it's searing grip even after waking up, leaving him shaking with fever rivalling and surpassing even the blazing heat of Tatooine's twin suns, lingering for days after such dream occured. As time went on, these vivid nightmares filled by chocking smoke and searing fire embracig all his senses plagued his sleep more and more, his body, mind and soul finding less and less relief in normal ordinary dreams. Today was one of these diferent days, but also diferent from everything the sleep brought to him ever before...
He was dreaming about the foreign dark place he couldn't recognize. The liquid wetness so rare on where he was born was surroundings him, though he couldn't feel it touching his skin as there was a thick, inpenetrable barrier between him and it. The protection... The prison... Everything was drowning in the strange, unnatural tint of red, like some kind of crimson veil was put over his eyes.
Everything about him felt weird, off, definitely not like him. He could still recognize the echoes of burning pain so familiar from his fiery dreams, but this time it were somehow different, less overhelming, like that pain blended with him to the point it became his second nature. His skin was prickling and itching uncomfortably and he would swear he senses countles neadles piercing through it... The loud, unnatural sounds and noise were echoing in his head everytime he was drewing breaths... The echoes of strange, unfamiliar thoughts... dark... hopeless... The cold rage searing his mind... And shielding from the other, worse... the constricting sadness burried deep under it, foreign and familiar, consumming and swallowing everything...
Luke woke up shivering, his body shaking like during his fiery nightmares, though this time it was from... cold. Something he couldn't remember feeling for a very long time, if ever. The sickly smell he couldn't recognize from anything he experienced so far was enveloping him, filling his lungs and making him slightly dizzy. It took some time to him to fully recognize that he was no longer driving in the world of dreams, because despite the diferent nature of this latest nightmare, it felt as vivid and realistic as those bringing him into the fiery hell of the past, maybe even more. Then another realization came to his mind, and it was so shocking that it made him shakes away the last traces of sleepines immidiately. He blinked, watching the cool, transparent drops formed on his skin, glittering like some small crystals. His hand shot towards his chest fingers touching slightly hi now heavy, sticky sleeping tunic. His fingers wrapped around the soaked cloth, squezing it slightly in sheer surprise and disbelief. The he moved his hand, two fingers grapping the stran of his hair, stick Ing together in the very u natural pattern, repeating the motion, only to find the same cold wetness there... His skin, his hair and clothes were drenched in... in water!
What?! How?! That was all he could think about for several following moments,then jumping from his bed, stripping his soaked cloth off and draining it into the first empty jar he could find. Astonished, he was starting at the muddy, smelly liquid, cold and wet, dark and dirty, probably not drinkable without purrifying it first, but still something sort of a miracle on the place like this.
He couldn't phanthom how something like this was possible. He was recalling some tales his amount Beru was sometimes telling him before sleep. Old legends. Anything involving miracles like water suddenly appearing in the heart of dessert, nothing he knew wasn't even slightly similar to what just happened there.
His mind was wandering back to this strange dream. He felt that whatever truth lied behind this myystery, it was connected to it He felt like somehow, the part of his dream had wormed it's way into waking world and despite the sheer impossibility, left a physical remind behind, like an unexpected gift...
He could no longer remember any details, only vague fragments and impressions, echoes of strange but very intense feelings and sensations, i which felt both foreign and familiar...
Meanwhile, at the same time, on the other part of the galaxy, Darth Vader was returning from his curent mission. The traces of muddy water still apparently on his armor. How would it feel now against his ruined damaged skin?
He could not feel it's coldness or the foul smell plaguing the place as he made his way through it, not really as his natural senses were so much numbed after he was sawllowed by and reborn in the flames of Mustafar, more like an echo of the long forgotten memory of times when he still could...
And despite Vader's curent duties leading him to the planet completly swallowed by cold and dark swamp, for the reasons he couldn't exactly comprehend, his mind more then before kept drifting away and wandering to completly different place. He couldn't grasp the reason. Why? Why his mind kept wandering back there, when there was nothing left behind for him on this cursed place his past self was born? The place holding many memories he left behind years ago, burried in the ashes of his past life, most of them unpleasant and painful. The place he left behind and sworn to never return. The unforgiving dessert. The hated dustball. Tatooine...