“Faster,” I said, and the ship responded, plunging through a cloud bank that tasted like wild berries.
“Your turn to choose the story,” a voice chimed—not in my ear, but in my mind. It was whimsical and echoed with the sound of chiming bells. dndm_in_my_dreams_wildest_dream
The dream shifted again, as they always did, but with a vivid, visceral intensity I had never felt before. I was now standing on one of the crystal islands, the ground vibrating with a low, musical hum. I pictured a bridge of liquid glass stretching to the next island, and it appeared before me, solid and shimmering. I was a shaper, a dreamer in my own reality. “Faster,” I said, and the ship responded, plunging
I woke up, my heart racing not from fear, but from the adrenaline of the adventure. The dream lingered, a dazzling, vivid memory that felt more real than the morning light filtering through my curtains. It was a wild, nonsensical journey, but in that dreamworld, everything was perfect, and I was entirely free. If you'd like, I can: to the skyship or crystal island scenes. The dream shifted again, as they always did,