[something from his own world is definitely what he's going for, if only because that's the strongest and most instinctive imagery he can draw on. he's never tried to direct himself from dream to dream or influence the places he's walking in before, but this is clearly an exception to that rule. how to shift this ocean, these stars, into something else...
he reaches for it, clawing for it and twisting. an ocean, a storm, fire in the sky, water that stays wet and froths instead of fragmenting-- that image is part of him somewhere, at some unconscious depth. it has been since he was born.]
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[something from his own world is definitely what he's going for, if only because that's the strongest and most instinctive imagery he can draw on. he's never tried to direct himself from dream to dream or influence the places he's walking in before, but this is clearly an exception to that rule. how to shift this ocean, these stars, into something else...
he reaches for it, clawing for it and twisting. an ocean, a storm, fire in the sky, water that stays wet and froths instead of fragmenting-- that image is part of him somewhere, at some unconscious depth. it has been since he was born.]