'It's a most interesting presentation.' Albert Weiss thought to himself in his office, long after hours. The soft light from a streetlamp flooded in through the half-closed blinds into an office where the only other light was provided by a volumetric display in front of the professor's desk. It showed him an extensive lecture from a Yamataian sociologist who suggested that the convenience of Aether had long-term future effects on the basic pyschology of the typical Yamataian. It was completely unrelated to his current classes and lectures, but Albert Weiss watched with the same fervor most Nepleslians saved for action movies.

Then, not for lack of interest, Albert stood from his chair. He was reminded that he had to force himself to eat something, lest he become ill. The professor shuffled through a small refrigerator in the corner of his office under a massive stack of books before settling on an apple and a small block of cheese with a half-emptied bottle of wine from a recent commencement speech somewhere. After closing the door and moving back towards his desk while retrieving a corkscrew from his labcoat, Doctor Weiss took a bit of a tumble. He fell over onto his back, sending the wine bottle hurling through the air and the apple rolling across the floor. He opened his eyes again to gather his bearings a split-second the wine bottle came back down and crashed over his temple. Whether he intended to stay on the floor or not, Weiss found himself sleeping.

So, there he was, somehow, in the very white seemingly infinite room. He didn't hesitate to open the door in front of him. He noticed that he was still wearing his labcoat, but not his glasses. Nonetheless, he seemed perfectly capable of sight. The room beyond was filled with strange creatures and presences.

"I am Doctor Albert Weiss." He said to the visions. He was testing whether they reacted to verbal communication or not. He was also perhaps testing whether he was alive. Then, too curious to wait for a response first, he added, "Do you know where the light comes from in this room?"

Jordans lips went into smile in her home where her sleeping body was left. Her spirit was already in the dreamworld though. As ussually everything was a little bit hazy, bits and pieces not making sense completely. She sat on meadow, stretching as far as eye could see, with grass so radiantly green and smooth and sky so very blue. There were many clouds on the sky all shaped as Lord Byron Merryweather. Jordan's dreamself smiled on this sight. She sat in the grass and relaxed, before she noticed it. In nowhere was a doorway, so white it was practically shining. Curiosity appeared in young woman as she moved towards the doors.

She slowly took the handle and pushed it, opening the doors. Behind it was room, but she could not describe, neither she coudl describe strange clouds hovering there. Were it some creatures? Then there was also man in white lab coat. Jordan looked at herself noticing she too was shapeless. In her mind she frowned upon the fact and tried to concentrate a little. Geting a shape.

Soon she was stood there whole in her most comfortable form. Naked and her thrice-damned mechanical arm changed with real. She was usualy like this in her dreams.

"Dr. Who?" Danny replied to the astute looking outline. He noticed something as Albert introduced himself, his outline became more definite, a shape was starting to coalesce before him, "Uh, well. I dunno. I have no clue either. I'm Danny, by the way."

He shrugged and looked at the others - five others in total. In particular, he took notice of Jordan - it didn't take a genius to realise that she was arse naked - the other's outlines would have had clothing to provide bumps and imperfections to the human silhouette - a naked woman had very distinct 'bumps', however.
"Aren't you cold?" Were the first words out of his mouth, in addition to a blush creeping across his cheeks, "Uh, don't you want a coat or something?"

Without realising, his outline had become more defined as he spoke more and talked about himself, trying to ground and confirm himself as a scrawny, absurdly flexible scruffy blonde Nepleslian with a thin chinstrap beard in the lucid dreamspace. He was dressed in a brown vest with matching sneakers, blue pants and cream shirt. His outline still remained a distinct burnt orange colour, even though the rest of him was well defined.

Arieg felt his mind settle as his awareness chased off the edges of whatever influenced his sleep. What he found, or rather what his mind projected was a white room, at least in his perception. A singular door stood as the only real oddity to what otherwise was a uniform structure. As he stepped toward it, ever cautious, the familiar weight of a handgun appearing in his right hand as his left slowly pushed the doorway open.

Beyond the threshold was an odd, indescribable room. His mind unable to comprehend or label what his subconscious was feeding him. What it managed to lock onto however was faint silhouettes in the distance, humanoid ones.

"Fascinating." The doctor mused, watching the room take its changes and the visions coalesce and introduce themselves as people, seemingly Nepleslian for the most part.

"An artificial lucid dream-scape. Although one must ask the obvious philosophical question..." Doctor Weiss adjusted his waistcoat and moved past the naked woman to the nearest corner, investigating the lighting. Subsequently, he willed it's source to be a small floor lamp.

"Am I really dreaming with lucidity, or am I just dreaming that I have lucidity?"

There was no glow or fuzzy outline defining the neko's mind as it wandered the room, nothing for any of the other participants to see. It simply was there, observing.

The place here made it uneasy, however. The sense of safety was truly gone now, and -- in a way it wasn't sure of, but didn't bother to realize that it wasn't sure -- it knew that this space wasn't as...malleable as the previous one on the other side of the door that slowly vanished. In fact, all of the doors were vanishing.

The mind began to panic. Its point-of-view blinked from place to place, looking at everything rapidly trying to find a way out. After what felt like almost an hour, but to the other participants was only moments, it had seen everything in the room and had realized that there was nowhere to go. It could only stay here.

Well, what was there to do here? With the other doors gone, it felt better about getting nearer to the other figures in the lobby or atrium of this place, listening to them make noises at each other.

They had arrived slowly before the doors vanished. One or two had been there already, and three more had arrived, each more detailed and 'solid' than the last...more "real", though this was real to the mind. More present, maybe? Or defined? More like the door. Everything was compared with the door. These were not that, but they had similar attributes: They were different from the environment, and the mind couldn't change them. It could, however, copy them. Before it could, something interrupted.


The noises, or the impression of "noise" that somehow originated from within the mind itself, meant nothing to the neko's mind. It puzzled over what that sensation might be, but the "something else" was unable to be examined. Like the mind was unable to be examined, it realized, gaining the first step towards sapience, self-identity. The reactions of the other things in the room distracted it from probing that idea any further, though.

While watching everyone, and without realizing it, the mind created a single image that remained in place for a few seconds, flickering through the features of every person present who had a self-image and combining them in various ways ranging from horrible to awkward to beautiful, then faded from sight.

Talking voice........may have a point.......Fell asleep in bed......Appearance should match my own. As Venicus' subconscious examined what was around him, his conscious slowly began to take over his thought process with rational logic, as if he was completely awake. As this happened, his form slowly began to morph into his body, a medium height, average build, brown-haired, ex-military looking figure. This is not my bed.....Weird mystical blobs don't turn into human....Too surreal to be real...Must be dreaming..This can't be real! I must be dreaming.

"I must be dreaming!" Venicus concluded out loud, his body now having fully taken shape and his conscious having fully pushed out his subconscious. "I always wondered what it would be like to lucid dream." It was clear that he still thought the other figures in the room were simply figments of his imagination.

Jordan looked at the shape taht apparently talked to her. She looked on her naked being and smiled back at him. She sounded rather nervous. Soon the shape changed taking a form of young man. "Oh do not worry yourself. I am just fine." Jordan replied with a smile.

A Voice from nowhere then appeared out of nowhere and started explaining what happened. Jordan was fascinated. She never head dream like this. Being able to act and think so clearly. Even the others that were in her own dream appeared so real. Damn my brain is good. She thought for herself but chuckled out loud. She then decided she should get some clothing of her own. Since this was her dream she should be able to dream some clothing out too.

Jordan focused on herself and imagined herself in simeple blue jeans, black T-shirt with cleavage, jean vest and buckled high boots. She smiled on her creation and gave a nod of approval.

"Yes, very interesting." Albert noted as he moved away from the corner and made his way back to the people gathering with more and more realistic forms. "The other individuals are able to continue conversing without my presence and the environment doesn't seem to be centered around me as well. This evidence supports the notion."

Doctor Weiss took a locke of the now-clothed Jordan's hair between his thumb and forefinger. "Tell me, did the two of you notice a strange apparition appear suddenly and then disappear rather quickly?"