"Ah-!" Pancake shoots up, eyes darting around his bedroom. A cold sweat runs down his back, but he quickly manages to regulate himself. Just... a dream. Again.

Huffing, he drags himself out of bed, legs wobbly and tense after a bad night's sleep. He shuffles his way down the creaky, wooden steps of his house, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and ambling into the kitchen. The coffee machine hums and buzzes as it pours a piping hot cup for him, and he takes it into his hands carefully, taking a good, long sip in hopes it'll wake him up properly.

"Good morning. Today is the eighty-second dream that I relate." He speaks into the recording device laying on the stool beside him. He settles down onto the couch-chair in his his living room, coffee cup nestled in his hands. "Today's dream was no different than the others. The one who spoke to me today was Bottle, and again the conversation was about water."

"But, this time, I managed to realise I was dreaming in the middle of it! It felt like I had more... control." He sighs, head falling back into his seat. "I don't know if I can take this anymore. At this point, I think I might just be... going crazy." A sudden knock at his front door startles him, drink nearly toppling out of his grip. He grunts as he stands up, waltzing over to the door and cracking it open.

"Oh, uh, hey there." He greets you, one of his friends, at the door, smiling a little at your presence.