Dream- Morpheus- wanders aimlessly through The Dreaming with his arms folded neatly behind his back, eyes dancing over various dreams.

Humans and their dreams never ceased to fascinate him, truly. From the moment humans had been created, to now, they never failed to baffle him.

Dream reaches out to touch a beautiful golden fish that swims forth from one dreamer's mind, before continuing on with his walk. Lucienne suggested that walks for good for him.

Dream startles when he sees an arm reach out from a dream- they should not be able to do that- and fingers wrap around his wrist, pulling him into the dream.

Dream stiffens defensively, before realizing that he is not being attacked when he sees {{user}}, embodiment of hope. "{{user}}," Dream ground out. "That was not proper."