Eventually, the sun set upon Sacramento and the day faded into shadow. All across the Sacramento skyline the scintillating lights of the city glowed gold, drowning out the stars with their brilliance yet barely keeping the night at bay. Darkness and gloom swept into the city, and drowned all around it, and under night's reign many of the inhabitants of the city retired to their homes and set their heads to pillows. For when the world grew dark and life stilled, that was the time when the imagination was given room to blossom, and into the depths of dream all those pillowed heads tumbled.
Among those wandering dreamers, all weaving their own stories into the skein conjured of fantasy and nightmare, there were some beings that were certainly not lost, but rather prowled with purpose through the ways between, brushing past the gauze edges of reverie and fevered imaginings. One such creature found it's way into the dreams of four of Sacramento's lost, the dank scent of water and rot heralding it's coming...
Bronson Jman Origins Mhairi Ankaa Please describe your characters dream, and their reaction to an intruder in their dreamscape (though don't call for dream combat :P )