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Trevors Odd Encounter Sr Elanora 240510
Trevor's day began with an overwhelming sense of sleepiness as he visited the cozy, farmhouse-styled Petite Cuisine for breakfast. Before he could order his coffee, the allure of rest overcame him, and he succumbed to a nap right at the table. This nap, however, spiraled into an odd encounter within a dream, where he found himself in his friend Calista's living room, surrounded by a serene and soothing environment. As Calista and two other friends, Elanora and Jill, engaged in a tranquil activity of brushing each other's hair, they encouraged Trevor to relax further, sinking him deeper into the dream's comforting yet hypnotic grip. Despite recognizing the oddity of his situation, the allure of the dream's tempting peace made it challenging for Trevor to resist, further blurring the lines between reality and fantasy.
As the dream persisted, Trevor transitioned to a new scene at a bus stop outside his favorite diner, where he encountered a young, seemingly abandoned girl named Emma, who inquired about her missing mother. Unlike the first part of his dream, this scenario interjected a note of concern and responsibility into Trevor's previously tranquil dream experience. Sensing the distress and abandonment enveloping Emma, he took it upon himself to provide comfort and assurance. Despite recognizing the likely harsh reality of Emma's situation – her mother not returning – Trevor chose empathy over inaction, suggesting they wait inside the diner where it's warm and offering to get food for both Emma and her doll, Doreen. This shift from passive enjoyment of a dream to active engagement with the imaginary plight of a dream character hints at Trevor's internal struggle, reflecting a subconscious desire to wake from the dream stalker's grip by focusing on an altruistic deed.
(Trevor's odd encounter(SRElanora):SRElanora)
[Thu May 9 2024]
In the dining area of Petite Cuisine
Walking into the farmhouse-style Petite Cuisine is to be surrounded by food, warmth, and comfort. The flooring is made from reclaimed walnut planks, and the walls painted a soft white with a shiplap accent along the eastern wall. Decorated with elements of wrought iron, candlelight, and fresh greenery, it achieves an elegant yet casual atmosphere that invites one to relax and connect over a meal. Comfortable booth seating and tables are both available in the dining room to chat over their meal, while the bar can be seen beyond a walnut-framed arch to the west.
It is dawn, about 60F(15C) degrees, and the sky is covered by wispy white clouds.
(Your target is attacked by a dream stalker who subjects them to their greatest fantasies in the dream world in order to keep their body passive while it's energies are fed upon. They need to, possibly with the help of allies entering their dreams, resist the temptation long enough for other allies to find them or for them to wake up.
)
The dawn light pierces the windows of the Petite Cuisine but if anything it just seems to make Trevor sleepier. His eyelids are heavy... His eyes sandy... It is ever so tempting to put one's head down on the table and just.... nap for a few minutes.
It is an early morning for Trevor, and he didn't have any coffee yet. He was in a restaurant, wasn't he? He blinks, lifting his hand to his eyes to rub them, and - it hits him, his tiredness and he's landing on the table with a thunk. Eyes closed, and out like a light.
Giggling, is the first indication Trevor has that he's awake... His eyes open to find himself in his friend Calista's living room. He must've dozed off on her couch... On the floor infront of him.. Three women giggle as they brush each other's hair. They seem to be sitting in a triangle, one bush the next's hair. Calista runs her brush through the waist length hair of Elanora, who is brushing Jill's red hair. Jill is giggling as she runs a thick heavy brush through Calista's brown hair.
"Oh you're awake." Calista says, smiling warmly over at Trevor, "Did you have a good nap?"
Brush brush... Brush brush... The sound is soothing... hypnotic.
The giggling is the worst thing that Trevor hears as he wakes slowly, sleepily rubbing his eyes, and stretching. "Mmm," he lets out quietly, "I.. what? I feel asleep.." His eyes open wide, seeing the scene in front of him. "Guess I did, apparently. Yeah."
Calista sends another warm smile Trevor's way and gets up from the floor. She's dressed in a dainty white nightgown.. Infact all three of the girls were. She walks around behind Trevor, her hands gently resting on his shoulders as she starts to rub them just slightly, "You must've been tired..." She tells him, "Go on... You can keep relaxing you.. I know you had a tired day at work. The girls said they'll cook dinner." Her hands rub soothingly.
On the floor, the other two girls nod, giggling softly as one starts to braid the other's hair. "Yup don't worry about it." Jill chirps as she tackles thick handfuls of blood red hair.
It was so cozy. He was so content.. Trevor finds his eyes drifting shut again.
Brush brush... brush brush.... The next time his eyes open he's sitting at a bus stop just outside of his favourite diner. A little sits sits beside him at the bus stop all on her own. She couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. She uses a small brush that seems more suited for her own raven black hair to brush at a dolls.
Brush brush.... brush bush..
It was so cozy. He was so content.. Trevor finds his eyes drifting shut again.
Brush brush... brush brush.... The next time his eyes open he's sitting at a bus stop just outside of his favourite diner. A little girl* sits sits beside him at the bus stop all on her own. She couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. She uses a small brush that seems more suited for her own raven black hair to brush at a dolls.
Brush brush.... brush bush..
Trevor yawns again, glancing around the room - it's a soothing rub, a comforting one and he finds himself drifting easily back to sleep. Hoping to wake up to the fresh smell of freshly cooked breakfast. After all? Who wouldn't love breakfast in bed, or, breakfast on a couch in this time.
Inhale, exhale.
His eyes close, his breathing gets slow and he's gone, passed out.
He was definitely not expecting to wake up on a bus stop. Did he develop a sleepwalking habit? Or is he just really, completely out of it.
He yawns, eyes fluttering open, as they take in the warm, early morning. There's a light breeze, blowing past the stop, and eventually he manages to figure out where he is, completely. The little girl is odd, "Uh," he says carefully, turning to her. "Hello?"
Big, waif like eyes in a face that's too thin look up at Trevor and she stops brushing her doll to hug it to her chest. Trevor notices the threadbare red dress she wears, fraying at the edges. The bare toes covered in dirt. "Hello." The girl says shyly, ducking her head, "Have you seen... Mama?" She asks softly, "Mama said that she would be back.." She brings a dirty thumb to her mouth to suck on it. "I want mama to come back.." She says sadly.
"Your..." Trevor looks around the road, "Um, no," he says, concern for the girl's well-being bleeding into his voice. "I can't say I've ever seen your mama.." A look up from her face, glancing around again - he squints, as if that'll help him spot a mother in the distance, or a woman walking away. Did she leave her child here? Is her mother okay?
"Oh.." The little girl's head hangs in rejection at hearing that Trevor had not seen her mother. She looks down sadly at her doll. "I'm sorry Doreen." She tells the doll as her lower lip starts trembling. "He hasn't seem Mama either.. I'm sure she'll be back soon...And then we can have breakfast." She tells the doll as she gives a big sniffle. The first tear trails down her cheeks leaving a trial in what Trevor now realizes must be the dust of the road clinging to her face. "She has to be back soon.."
The early morning shows the occasional commutor rushing past, purposely heading somewhere on their way to work. It is by far too early for your usual people to be out and about. There's a couple of dog walkers and a runner too, but no one seemed to be on a particular look out for a child.
"What's your name?" Trevor asks. It's careful, his tone. He's looking around again, hoping someone comes calling, comes looking.
Nobody seems to. Well, shit.
"Do you have any idea where your mother might have went? Or what happened?"
The little girl looks up at him and gives a big wet sniff. She wipes a tear from her cheek. "I'm Emma." She replies slightly suspiciously, "This is Doreen.. What's your name mister?" She shakes her head at his second question, "I don't know... She said would come back.... And she never did." She gives another big sniff, "Me and doreen have been waiting and waiting.... " She turns her eyes up to him and Trevor realizes her eyes are a light hazel. "Would you wait with me mister?"
"Emma," Trevor nods towards her, and then smiles - a warm thing, which is sent the way of Doreen, "Nice to meet the both of you, I'm Trevor." He extends a hand, shaking the doll's hand. Pulling away, he flashes that same smile to Emma, "Sure, I can wait with you." Casting a glance behind him, towards the restaurant. "I'm sure she'll come back. She might have just gotten lost."
It's a bright, sunny day. This girl's mother did not get lost. It's clear by the state of her dress that her mother has seemingly abandoned her on this bench. At least it isn't raining. That's something.
The doll's hand flops slowly as he shakes it. It too, is covered in dirt. Two button's are sown on for it's eyes and it also wears a little red dress, just like Emma.
Brush brush... Brush brush.... A street sweeper slowly clears the path of rubbish and dirt.
"I'm sure she will come back too Mister.." The little girl nods her head, "So I wait... and I wait.." Her stomach gives a grumble at that moment and she gives another loud sniff. "Do you think mama will bring food back?"
Trevor glances behind him again at the restaurant. "I think so," he comments, "But, would you like to wait inside? We can get Doreen something, and," he address Emma, but is looking at Doreen. "Besides, Doreen doesn't look like the type of girl to want eat alone. Definitely not a selfish type, yeah."
Emma's mother is not coming back, that much should be clear. The question that's on Trevor's mind, is: what does he do with this girl? Food first, then try to contact the authorities. She was crying, so seems like the smart decision to calm calm her down, and get some food in her.
As the dream persisted, Trevor transitioned to a new scene at a bus stop outside his favorite diner, where he encountered a young, seemingly abandoned girl named Emma, who inquired about her missing mother. Unlike the first part of his dream, this scenario interjected a note of concern and responsibility into Trevor's previously tranquil dream experience. Sensing the distress and abandonment enveloping Emma, he took it upon himself to provide comfort and assurance. Despite recognizing the likely harsh reality of Emma's situation – her mother not returning – Trevor chose empathy over inaction, suggesting they wait inside the diner where it's warm and offering to get food for both Emma and her doll, Doreen. This shift from passive enjoyment of a dream to active engagement with the imaginary plight of a dream character hints at Trevor's internal struggle, reflecting a subconscious desire to wake from the dream stalker's grip by focusing on an altruistic deed.
(Trevor's odd encounter(SRElanora):SRElanora)
[Thu May 9 2024]
In the dining area of Petite Cuisine
Walking into the farmhouse-style Petite Cuisine is to be surrounded by food, warmth, and comfort. The flooring is made from reclaimed walnut planks, and the walls painted a soft white with a shiplap accent along the eastern wall. Decorated with elements of wrought iron, candlelight, and fresh greenery, it achieves an elegant yet casual atmosphere that invites one to relax and connect over a meal. Comfortable booth seating and tables are both available in the dining room to chat over their meal, while the bar can be seen beyond a walnut-framed arch to the west.
It is dawn, about 60F(15C) degrees, and the sky is covered by wispy white clouds.
(Your target is attacked by a dream stalker who subjects them to their greatest fantasies in the dream world in order to keep their body passive while it's energies are fed upon. They need to, possibly with the help of allies entering their dreams, resist the temptation long enough for other allies to find them or for them to wake up.
)
The dawn light pierces the windows of the Petite Cuisine but if anything it just seems to make Trevor sleepier. His eyelids are heavy... His eyes sandy... It is ever so tempting to put one's head down on the table and just.... nap for a few minutes.
It is an early morning for Trevor, and he didn't have any coffee yet. He was in a restaurant, wasn't he? He blinks, lifting his hand to his eyes to rub them, and - it hits him, his tiredness and he's landing on the table with a thunk. Eyes closed, and out like a light.
Giggling, is the first indication Trevor has that he's awake... His eyes open to find himself in his friend Calista's living room. He must've dozed off on her couch... On the floor infront of him.. Three women giggle as they brush each other's hair. They seem to be sitting in a triangle, one bush the next's hair. Calista runs her brush through the waist length hair of Elanora, who is brushing Jill's red hair. Jill is giggling as she runs a thick heavy brush through Calista's brown hair.
"Oh you're awake." Calista says, smiling warmly over at Trevor, "Did you have a good nap?"
Brush brush... Brush brush... The sound is soothing... hypnotic.
The giggling is the worst thing that Trevor hears as he wakes slowly, sleepily rubbing his eyes, and stretching. "Mmm," he lets out quietly, "I.. what? I feel asleep.." His eyes open wide, seeing the scene in front of him. "Guess I did, apparently. Yeah."
Calista sends another warm smile Trevor's way and gets up from the floor. She's dressed in a dainty white nightgown.. Infact all three of the girls were. She walks around behind Trevor, her hands gently resting on his shoulders as she starts to rub them just slightly, "You must've been tired..." She tells him, "Go on... You can keep relaxing you.. I know you had a tired day at work. The girls said they'll cook dinner." Her hands rub soothingly.
On the floor, the other two girls nod, giggling softly as one starts to braid the other's hair. "Yup don't worry about it." Jill chirps as she tackles thick handfuls of blood red hair.
It was so cozy. He was so content.. Trevor finds his eyes drifting shut again.
Brush brush... brush brush.... The next time his eyes open he's sitting at a bus stop just outside of his favourite diner. A little sits sits beside him at the bus stop all on her own. She couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. She uses a small brush that seems more suited for her own raven black hair to brush at a dolls.
Brush brush.... brush bush..
It was so cozy. He was so content.. Trevor finds his eyes drifting shut again.
Brush brush... brush brush.... The next time his eyes open he's sitting at a bus stop just outside of his favourite diner. A little girl* sits sits beside him at the bus stop all on her own. She couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. She uses a small brush that seems more suited for her own raven black hair to brush at a dolls.
Brush brush.... brush bush..
Trevor yawns again, glancing around the room - it's a soothing rub, a comforting one and he finds himself drifting easily back to sleep. Hoping to wake up to the fresh smell of freshly cooked breakfast. After all? Who wouldn't love breakfast in bed, or, breakfast on a couch in this time.
Inhale, exhale.
His eyes close, his breathing gets slow and he's gone, passed out.
He was definitely not expecting to wake up on a bus stop. Did he develop a sleepwalking habit? Or is he just really, completely out of it.
He yawns, eyes fluttering open, as they take in the warm, early morning. There's a light breeze, blowing past the stop, and eventually he manages to figure out where he is, completely. The little girl is odd, "Uh," he says carefully, turning to her. "Hello?"
Big, waif like eyes in a face that's too thin look up at Trevor and she stops brushing her doll to hug it to her chest. Trevor notices the threadbare red dress she wears, fraying at the edges. The bare toes covered in dirt. "Hello." The girl says shyly, ducking her head, "Have you seen... Mama?" She asks softly, "Mama said that she would be back.." She brings a dirty thumb to her mouth to suck on it. "I want mama to come back.." She says sadly.
"Your..." Trevor looks around the road, "Um, no," he says, concern for the girl's well-being bleeding into his voice. "I can't say I've ever seen your mama.." A look up from her face, glancing around again - he squints, as if that'll help him spot a mother in the distance, or a woman walking away. Did she leave her child here? Is her mother okay?
"Oh.." The little girl's head hangs in rejection at hearing that Trevor had not seen her mother. She looks down sadly at her doll. "I'm sorry Doreen." She tells the doll as her lower lip starts trembling. "He hasn't seem Mama either.. I'm sure she'll be back soon...And then we can have breakfast." She tells the doll as she gives a big sniffle. The first tear trails down her cheeks leaving a trial in what Trevor now realizes must be the dust of the road clinging to her face. "She has to be back soon.."
The early morning shows the occasional commutor rushing past, purposely heading somewhere on their way to work. It is by far too early for your usual people to be out and about. There's a couple of dog walkers and a runner too, but no one seemed to be on a particular look out for a child.
"What's your name?" Trevor asks. It's careful, his tone. He's looking around again, hoping someone comes calling, comes looking.
Nobody seems to. Well, shit.
"Do you have any idea where your mother might have went? Or what happened?"
The little girl looks up at him and gives a big wet sniff. She wipes a tear from her cheek. "I'm Emma." She replies slightly suspiciously, "This is Doreen.. What's your name mister?" She shakes her head at his second question, "I don't know... She said would come back.... And she never did." She gives another big sniff, "Me and doreen have been waiting and waiting.... " She turns her eyes up to him and Trevor realizes her eyes are a light hazel. "Would you wait with me mister?"
"Emma," Trevor nods towards her, and then smiles - a warm thing, which is sent the way of Doreen, "Nice to meet the both of you, I'm Trevor." He extends a hand, shaking the doll's hand. Pulling away, he flashes that same smile to Emma, "Sure, I can wait with you." Casting a glance behind him, towards the restaurant. "I'm sure she'll come back. She might have just gotten lost."
It's a bright, sunny day. This girl's mother did not get lost. It's clear by the state of her dress that her mother has seemingly abandoned her on this bench. At least it isn't raining. That's something.
The doll's hand flops slowly as he shakes it. It too, is covered in dirt. Two button's are sown on for it's eyes and it also wears a little red dress, just like Emma.
Brush brush... Brush brush.... A street sweeper slowly clears the path of rubbish and dirt.
"I'm sure she will come back too Mister.." The little girl nods her head, "So I wait... and I wait.." Her stomach gives a grumble at that moment and she gives another loud sniff. "Do you think mama will bring food back?"
Trevor glances behind him again at the restaurant. "I think so," he comments, "But, would you like to wait inside? We can get Doreen something, and," he address Emma, but is looking at Doreen. "Besides, Doreen doesn't look like the type of girl to want eat alone. Definitely not a selfish type, yeah."
Emma's mother is not coming back, that much should be clear. The question that's on Trevor's mind, is: what does he do with this girl? Food first, then try to contact the authorities. She was crying, so seems like the smart decision to calm calm her down, and get some food in her.