And when you close your eyes, you experience, just for a moment, a feeling of being everywhere. You're at the heart of a sun, and lifted on the winds of a supernova. You're standing in the center of a plasma storm. You see with a thousand eyes and feel matter and gravity at your fingertips. You laze back on a quark, and breathe in the sharp cold vacuum of space, walk the boards of a sentient starship made of light, and place a spark into the belly of an active volcano. In the darkness you lean in and exhale, and a cloud of dust stirs and sparkles, throwing dazzling light in every direction, and a new star swirls into life at the heart of it all. But all of this is a thought, a moment, confusing and short lived, and everything goes dark--because he knows you're there.

A crash of purple lightning rips across the darkness, which has become - now  - a storm rippled sky. End to end, it snaps and forks, and comes around full circle, casting shadows through the columns of the Grecian temple in which you've found yourself. Somehow it remains illuminated even when the lightning is gone. The smell of ozone hangs pungent, strong enough to taste on the tip of your tongue, a prelude to a downpour, and yet the storm is broken into a circular field of stars directly above, like a wishing pool so clear that it almost looks as though were you to breathe too hard, you might disturb some unfathomable surface into ripples. A single lone figure in robes of red and black sits on a high pedestal, in a glimmering throne, positioned so as to loom over the empty room. In shadow he sits, his face at first obscured.

This is his dream and he has absolute control of it. Enter at your own risk.

Five white, dazzling spotlights cast identical glare down on the single spot in which you stand, and an echoing, authoritative voice - Q's - calls out, loud and terrifying as a roar of thunder.

"Identify yourself and face judgement!"

[ It's a rare evening indeed when John can sleep long enough to dream about things, even rarer that he doesn't quite wake up from it. Perhaps it's the City's influence, or perhaps he's finally tired enough for his brain to catch up with his body, but he does sleep and he does dream and he doesn't wake up from it for hours.

It should be a pleasant surprise, but it isn't, for those who are walking in them.

His dream is obviously a dark and dreary laboratory straight out of a sci-fi horror game where the player holds a gun and gets to shoot whatever creepy-crawly is walking in the shadows. There are many, and John himself is holding his weapons in his hands ready to attack anything and everything leaping up, trying to claw his face, his skin, his limbs off him, trying to turn him into one of them.

It's a labyrinth of danger, and for now, there's no end in sight.

In the haze of it all, dream!John is aware that there are people that have come inside it, his mind adapting that they've been here all along for some reason - so enjoy the ride while you still can, because this is his world and you're not getting out of it any time soon. ]

Just keep close for now, alright?


( OOC | pictures linked are basically what the zombies looking like - the first one is a human in the middle of transformation, so icky! john's dream is basically your very own zombie sci-fi video game, the objective is to stay alive before you die or turn into a zombie yourself, obviously.

john is out to find his sister in his dream, and a few of his former teammates may make an appearance as semi-zombified versions of themselves that john/your character has to kill. have fun! )