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Nightmares and Dreamscapes; Jean
Topic Started: Jun 8 2010, 05:55 AM (239 Views)
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Time of day: Late afternoon
Place in the time-line: May 17th


A hell of a day. And looming before him was a hell of a night. Dallas wasn't sure he could face it. He was tired, tired in his bones, and all he wanted to do was sleep but it was getting to the point where he didn't dare try. It was good that the sun had yet to set. Bedtime felt a little less frightening while it was still several hours away.

Half the day had been spent in the shower. No matter how much he scrubbed, he couldn't seem to scrape the last traces of Chase Clave's mud from his skin. He couldn't see any of it anymore but he knew it was there, he could feel it, like he couldn't quite shake it off. Somewhere in his brain, he knew he was being irrational. He didn't need to wash anymore and he wasn't still dirty. The whole experience had just left him feeling wrong. Disturbed. Afraid, if he was honest. It was odd because the last time he'd encountered someone who'd changed, Sooraya, he'd dealt with it okay. It had been shocking and upsetting, of course, but this time felt different. There was something insidious and chilling about seeing a second person switch.

Maybe because it made the whole thing seem more real and dangerous. This wasn't getting better. This wasn't going away. More people were becoming someone else, a new version of themselves, without warning and without reason. And maybe that would never stop. Maybe one day, one day soon, nobody would be themselves anymore and they'd live on a planet populated by twisted mirrors of the people who should have been there. They'd all lose themselves, sooner or later.

Or maybe he was just tired and couldn't think straight anymore.

After scouring himself raw in the shower, Dallas had retreated to the gardens. Going back to his room was out of the question in case Vic was there. Company was the last thing he wanted because he knew exactly what he'd do. He'd paint on a smile, crack a joke, act like everything was fine and dandy just so Vic wouldn't suspect anything was wrong and think he was weird. He didn't need that right now. He needed to get his head together. As he lay on the dry grass outside, feeling the chill breeze scrape over his face, his shadow resting comfortingly over his chest, exhaustion had lulled him into an accidental sleep. Within minutes, he was awake again, bolt upright, sweating, shaking. Another nightmare. Every time he closed his eyes, another nightmare.

Bad dreams had been plaguing him for a while now but he hadn't been concerned at first. It made sense that he'd be having a few nightmares. He'd moved to a new state, away from the emotional rock that was his grandfather, surrounded by strangers with wild superpowers, and just as he'd made that massive change in his life, the switches had started. Of course his subconscious had reacted to the tension and anxiety running through his waking life. They were stress dreams, that was all.

But then, two or three weeks ago, they'd gotten worse. So much worse. Nightmares darker, more savage and warped, than he'd ever experienced before. Every night, every single night, he woke up feeling violated, terrified. He was running on snatched hours of rest here and there, always culminating in the dreams, and he wasn't sure he could cope with it anymore. Dallas didn't know if it was just because he was worn out and couldn't judge them properly anymore, or if he was just freaking out because of what was happening around him, but he no longer believed his dreams were natural. They couldn't be. This just wasn't right. Something was wrong with him, really wrong. It was time he stopped hiding it and asked for help.

That's what brought him to the door of Mrs. Grey-Summers's office. Either because she was the only X-Man he'd personally seen in action or just because she was such an impressive figure to him, she was the teacher he trusted the most. Plus, she was psychic. If anybody would be able to help him, even if it was just to tell him it was nothing and he just needed to tough it out, then it was her. The door was ajar. Dallas paused outside but only for a moment because he knew that if he hesitated any longer than that then he'd tell himself he was being stupid and walk away. He rapped his knuckles against the door, letting it swing open a little before poking his head inside.

"Um, Mrs. Grey-Summers? I wondered, uh... I know you must be busy but I'm... I, uh... Could I please talk to you for a minute?"
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Over the last few months, the Xavier school had become a seething miasma of fear and confusion, and Jean, along with Charles and Emma, had been feeling it grow and churn ever since the day that Scott had gone done to the hangar and returned as someone else. Even so, some of the students seemed to be handling it better than others.

She felt Dallas’ dread and desperation from down the hallway and wondered if he’d stop this time. She’d known, felt his mental strain and deterioration for weeks, but she didn’t step-in. Couldn’t really. Unless he became a danger, it was his choice to come to her… or not, for help.

Jean was behind her desk and looked up when Dallas poked his head into her office. Blessed with beauty, she nevertheless looked haggard. As though the strain had been gnawing at her nerves, but this, however personal it was, wasn’t her first crisis, and it was times like this, when the friendly/smiling veneer was wearing a bit thin that her core, toughened by the flames of past trials, shone through.

In a glance, she saw that however tired she looked, Dallas looked a thousand times worse; he looked at only worried, but hunted.

“Sure, Dallas,” she said, automatically standing and crossing to another chair. There was a small conversational grouping, a chair and couch, at one side of her office; it had a more informal and homey feel that she used to help to visitors at their ease. “Come on in.” She looked him steadily in the face and decided not to pull any punches. “You look like you’re at the end of your rope. Tell me about it,” she invited.
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