Lays out the weight of dreams, what's taken, and words sifting into shape like sand falling to dry roses, bury husks. "And the other side of it?" I say thoughtful. "What you take, dreamt full and fine weight... there trace of the dreamer settling on the drinker?" Can hear the calm in my voice, steady and smooth as winter horizon.
"And the person who takes the potion remembers the dream, right?" Lannie says intent. "What about if your dream is about someone you know? Would they be in the dream too?"
"Depends on who," I say in soft aside, and the stem of the glass is thin as a child's rib in my fingers. Lannie's speaking more of dreams asleep, play-acts in the mind, gives chance to draw in others. Leave Uri answer the matter and hold myself still and steady. Hardly the idea of speaking with another in dream rather than waking that gives me pause, but the other...
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Date: 2010-04-27 03:22 am (UTC)"And the person who takes the potion remembers the dream, right?" Lannie says intent. "What about if your dream is about someone you know? Would they be in the dream too?"
"Depends on who," I say in soft aside, and the stem of the glass is thin as a child's rib in my fingers. Lannie's speaking more of dreams asleep, play-acts in the mind, gives chance to draw in others. Leave Uri answer the matter and hold myself still and steady. Hardly the idea of speaking with another in dream rather than waking that gives me pause, but the other...