Oliver's Dream
This is the oddball of the group. It's actually a headcanon I came up with a while ago. Of course, I have no idea if Oliver will survive Gates of Paradise, or who he'll end up with (if he does end up getting a love interest), so this will probably be inaccurate by January of next year.
Anyway, this is another one from Lost in Time. Enjoy.
While in the seventh circle of Hell, Oliver had the same dream every night.
Despite Hell being perverted and vulgar, the dream was innocent and very sweet. It was always in a garden, surrounded by Christmas lights. Eloise was always by his side, a smile on her face and a blush gracing her cheeks. And there was always a velvet box in his pocket.
It played out the same way each night. They would be walking hand-in-hand, and he would suddenly stop. He didn't know if he said anything; his lips were moving, but no words came out. He'd take out the box and kneel down before her, one of her hands flying to her mouth.
The ring was tinted pink, studded with tiny diamonds leading to a larger one in the center. For a moment, he would think she would say no. But she would nod her head, tears welling in her eyes and her face lighting up like the sun. He would slowly slide the ring onto her left hand and stand back up, his eyes never leaving hers.
And the kiss. It was incredible. It was passionate and beautiful and left him breathless. And when he pulled away to look into her eyes, she was still smiling up at him.
He never said anything to anyone, not even to Eloise. If he had, he would have learned that if a human was in the Glom for a prolonged period of time, their subconscious would begin to mix up what was real and what wasn't, thus causing them to dream about things that had happened in their lives. Sometimes they even dreamed about the future.