Dndm_in_my_dreams_wildest_dream ❲INSTANT — Summary❳

I walked to the edge of the ship and looked down. Below us wasn't an ocean of water, but an ocean of , each with a different ecosystem—a jungle, a desert, a shimmering city of crystal. We were sailing toward a horizon where the sun was setting and rising simultaneously.

The dream shifted again, as they always did, but with a vivid, visceral intensity I had never felt before. I was now standing on one of the crystal islands, the ground vibrating with a low, musical hum. I pictured a bridge of liquid glass stretching to the next island, and it appeared before me, solid and shimmering. I was a shaper, a dreamer in my own reality. dndm_in_my_dreams_wildest_dream

I was floating, not walking, my feet brushing against shelves that stretched upward into a nebula of violet and gold mist. The gravity here was a suggestion, not a rule. I tapped a glowing, leather-bound volume, and it exploded into a flock of glowing moths that whispered stories of lost civilizations. I walked to the edge of the ship and looked down