Well, she's sleeping, but for the purposes of this dream, she's walking.
Always walking even as the scenery around her may shift. It starts as a beautiful day in a park. There's some inference of city all around, but nothing is really in focus except what she is looking at directly—the path ahead of her. Everything begins lush and vibrant. There are flowers and fluffy clouds and then everything starts to dim. She keeps walking as if not noticing how it all changes to ash and rubble around her. It's the remains of a battlefield, deeply scared by the powerful people who waged the war. There are still waning embers burning themselves out providing the only color to the landscape now.
And still she walks, intent on getting to the next thing, whatever the next thing may be.]
Either or both!
Well, she's sleeping, but for the purposes of this dream, she's walking.
Always walking even as the scenery around her may shift. It starts as a beautiful day in a park. There's some inference of city all around, but nothing is really in focus except what she is looking at directly—the path ahead of her. Everything begins lush and vibrant. There are flowers and fluffy clouds and then everything starts to dim. She keeps walking as if not noticing how it all changes to ash and rubble around her. It's the remains of a battlefield, deeply scared by the powerful people who waged the war. There are still waning embers burning themselves out providing the only color to the landscape now.
And still she walks, intent on getting to the next thing, whatever the next thing may be.]