forum "Dreamers, you ain't ever heard of this before." (OxO, Open)
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"Um. . .yeah. You're kinda in my head, you know." Ray sighs, creating a couple of floor cushions for him and "J."

He sits down and waits.

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"Well, that makes a lot of sense." Ray sighs.

He wasn't kidding, either.

"Are you like the Dream Eaters in some doujinshi, then, or are you entirely different?"

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Ray pauses.

"Self-published manga, basically. But that's unimportant. What does being a Dream Eater mean?"

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Ray pauses, then twirls some of his surroundings around his hand, forming a dream within a ball.

"Like this?"

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Ray smiles.

"Oh, no. This is an actual dream. I have a strange power: I can create and control anything in here. I'm God in here, 'J.'"

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"Yep. I can control what I dream, or make a dream." Ray says matter of factly.

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"This isn't technically a dream. I don't even know what it is," Ray says, gesturing to the void around them.

"Even if you're a Dream Eater, I doubt you know-" he starts to add, before the world shakes.

Ray sighs. "It's morning. We both need to wake up."

The fog and smoke disperse, "J" disappears, and Ray wakes up.

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Ray stands up and stretches, yawning.

He stumbles into his bathroom to brush his teeth and shower; he didn't usually eat breakfast.

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Ray yawns again after he's done with his bullshit, then tumbles back into his room, tossing on work clothes - he worked at a construction site downtown - and jogging down the stairs.

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Zander walked into the kitchen and saw his roommate (female) making breakfast he grabbed a cup of coffee and walked up behind her a d grabbed some food before sitting down to eat

He finished eating and put on his shoes, walked outside while slipping his shirt on and headed to work

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Another hot day. . . Ray sighs, lifting up the bags of concrete at his feet and slings them across his shoulders, bringing them to the mixer.

That was really his only job: grab the concrete, mix it, and pour it. That's what he did all day.

It wasn't bad, by any means; he loved the sound of the concrete being mixed, and the burn of muscle as he lifted 5, 10, 15 bags of concrete mix at once.