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<div id="ly1">Dream a little dream of me</div>
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"Oh don't talk of love" the shadows purr.
Murmuring me away from you.<br>
"Don't talk of worlds that never were.
The end is all that's ever true.<br>
There's nothing you can ever say,
Nothing you can ever do..."</div>

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The day was neither hot not cold, it was however bright, sunny. For his own pale complexion and those blue green eyes shone brightly catching the light like pools of crystal water. Morpheus was used to light, but not actual sun light. He was being that lingered in dark rooms, yet he wasn't a being of horror. He was not some demon nor dark evil thing that was so commonly associated with inky blackness of nights. He could play the part of the bogeyman when it was called for, not that he like to, just apart of the job really. What could be said... Regardless of the darkness of his work, he brought hopes and escape from reality for so many. A liaison of so many emotions, he just opened the door. It was up to the human, sleeping being what they needed.
<p>
Yet there he sat, amongst the people he watched over while they slept. Sure he had work to be done, but when was it that any embodiment didn't? Everyone needed an escape. Morpheus's however was in the shape of a rather odd habit. Well consider it odd looking at who he was. He lingered at coffee shops across they world. Sitting outside where he could or when the weather permitted, today it was more then happy to oblige with a sunny disposition.
<p>
On his own third cup a of rich, dark, blend, the tip of his nail lightly tracing the rim. it wasn't a wine glass it would not sing a sweet note for him depending on the amount of liquid within. Though it was a habit he had as well. Not that Morpheus could play a song on many if they were sat on a table and what not. Just produce a single sound. He'd partaken in many of the earth's parties and galas over the years when the work load would permit or if he was just feeling a tab bit rebellious with his work. In those times, the interactions he had with the humans perhaps helped renew faith that he was actually doing his job. Listening to conversations about how ideas crept from the sleeping mind into production.
<p>
His favorite still perhaps till this day, A one Mr. Martin Luther King J.r. There was a good man. down right shame what happened to him, but he could not weep for humans, they were known for their short lifespan. An their violent actions. Yet, to him, they were every bit redeemable in their choices.
<p>
So there the Dream-Walker sat, New york city, watching the people on the street, watching traffic come to a crawl then roar back to its own artificial life like it was the blood of the city. Its heart beat. He would nod and smile here and there to the people who made eye contact with him, or were kind enough to give a fleeting hello as they passed by. Typically that was as far as it ever went, never any names exchanged, nor lasting conversations. Though he could recall fondly the old man he knew from his work, speaking with him on a day such as this but in Berlin about there being no need for a young man such as himself to look so sad.
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<div id="ly1">Dream a little dream of me</div>
<div id="ly2">
"Oh don't talk of love" the shadows purr.
Murmuring me away from you.<br>
"Don't talk of worlds that never were.
The end is all that's ever true.<br>
There's nothing you can ever say,
Nothing you can ever do..."</div>

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<p>
It was time, they needed to speak, all of them. Morpheus knew that this threat to the mortals was simply so much more then that, it was far reaching and in due time it would consume even The Embodiments in its game. After his own experience with the clearly failed attempt at recruitment by the Sea witch and the Siren. There was little more he could do but meet with the others in their realm of Fantasia. Though he preferred the Dreamscape, it was not a place many could go freely, save for the Two Oneiros, as the Greeks called them. <p>
It was however their home, home to all embodiments. It was not hard to pass word along throughout that something afoul was afoot. An it would require their attention soon enough. What they should do, how long should they wait before acting. Should they even act in it. Now as he sat with his hands steepled at the finger tips. Elbows rested on the table waiting for the others. His thoughts turned to the siren, and the failed attempt at recruitment. <p>
Was this other side just gagging how the embodiments would respond? What game were they playing at, not even the Dream Lord could see this end. Nor the means to it, for once it slightly disturbed him not to know. It was not fear, simply because he could craft the unknown. Able to give the dark shapes lighter forms. What perhaps troubled him most was the embodiments there were more under the control of the hand of men, how men's actions called them to sides. Not everyone of them could be so lucky as the more untame-able. <p> But those like him, where they stood could turn the tide in favor of one side or the others. Should they even get involved or watch idly as the worlds fought. As they had done many a times before. <p> Something was different about this, very much more then some petty war for the Greek Isle's or the soul of Europe. This would spill into every realm. An Morpheus, would side if he had to, already choosing the mortals. Simply because, they would not be if it was not for their short lives. They existed, because of the humans. His belief though was not shared more then likely by all. <p>
All he could do now was wait for the others to show, and wait for what would probably prove to be the argument of the century to being.
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"Oh don't talk of love" the shadows purr.
Murmuring me away from you.<br>
"Don't talk of worlds that never were.
The end is all that's ever true.<br>
There's nothing you can ever say,
Nothing you can ever do..."</div>

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The day was neither hot not cold, it was however bright, sunny. For his own pale complexion and those blue green eyes shone brightly catching the light like pools of crystal water. Morpheus was used to light, but not actual sun light. He was being that lingered in dark rooms, yet he wasn't a being of horror. He was not some demon nor dark evil thing that was so commonly associated with inky blackness of nights. He could play the part of the bogeyman when it was called for, not that he like to, just apart of the job really. What could be said... Regardless of the darkness of his work, he brought hopes and escape from reality for so many. A liaison of so many emotions, he just opened the door. It was up to the human, sleeping being what they needed. <p> Yet there he sat, amongst the people he watched over while they slept. Sure he had work to be done, but when was it that any embodiment didn't? Everyone needed an escape. Morpheus's however was in the shape of a rather odd habit. Well consider it odd looking at who he was. He lingered at coffee shops across they world. Sitting outside where he could or when the weather permitted, today it was more then happy to oblige with a sunny disposition. <p> On his own third cup a of rich, dark, blend, the tip of his nail lightly tracing the rim. it wasn't a wine glass it would not sing a sweet note for him depending on the amount of liquid within. Though it was a habit he had as well. Not that Morpheus could play a song on many if they were sat on a table and what not. Just produce a single sound. He'd partaken in many of the earth's parties and galas over the years when the work load would permit or if he was just feeling a tab bit rebellious with his work. In those times, the interactions he had with the humans perhaps helped renew faith that he was actually doing his job. Listening to conversations about how ideas crept from the sleeping mind into production. <p> His favorite still perhaps till this day, A one Mr. Martin Luther King J.r. There was a good man. down right shame what happened to him, but he could not weep for humans, they were known for their short lifespan. An their violent actions. Yet, to him, they were every bit redeemable in their choices. <p> So there the Dream-Walker sat, New york city, watching the people on the street, watching traffic come to a crawl then roar back to its own artificial life like it was the blood of the city. Its heart beat. He would nod and smile here and there to the people who made eye contact with him, or were kind enough to give a fleeting hello as they passed by. Typically that was as far as it ever went, never any names exchanged, nor lasting conversations. Though he could recall fondly the old man he knew from his work, speaking with him on a day such as this but in Berlin about there being no need for a young man such as himself to look so sad.
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<p>♣ -Say it's the same sun spinning in the same sky<br>
Say it's the same stars streaming in the same night<br>
Tell me it's the same world whirling through the same space<br>
Tell me it's the same time tripping through the same day<br>
Say its the same you, say its the same you <br></p>
<p>♦ -oh it's opening time down on fascination street<br>
so let's cut the conversation and get out for a
bit<br>
because i feel it all fading and paling<br> And I'm
begging to drag you down with me <br>to kick the
last nail in.</p>
<p>♥ -All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you.<br>
One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain.<br>
For yours I truly wish to be.<br>
Ever Dream of me<br></p>
<p>♠ -There is no terror in my heart
Death is with us all<br>
We suck him down with our first breath
And spit him out as we fall<br>
There is no terror in my heart
No dread of the unknown<br>
Desire for paradise to be...
We love this on our own<br>
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♣-family ♦-friends ♥-lovers ♠-enemies
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