Just like clockwork, at the sound of a woman screaming, two strapping, chivalrous young men came to Mari's aid. Even though the screaming was more in annoyance than anything. She was quite satisfied to take a few steps back and let them deal with the paper creatures. There was a fine line between bravery and stupidity, and as much as Mari would have liked to pistol-whip a motherfucker, it wasn't conducive to keeping her skin free of paper cuts or whatever the hell these monsters would do if they grabbed hold of her. Kindly stay the hell away, fuck you very much. She unconsciously kept her arms crossed as her smoky eyes warily watched savagely beat the beasts into mulch. A smile curled at her lips for a moment at a twisted, perverted thought that ran through her brain.
[i]If I remember this in the morning, just how much therapy am I gonna need?[/i] Yep. Suck it, Freud. A couple of college kids murdering monstrous paper dolls with toy guns in the middle of a painting as they all stood around lazily gawking or running headfirst screaming into the- Y'know, maybe someone slipping her something wasn't too far off the mark. It worried her. She'd have to wake up somehow. And if she recalled, dreams usually ended whenever what you were dreaming about is interrupted somehow. And it would be simple enough to do that by following the maniac into the hedgemaze. 
[i]Fine, brain, if you wanna play hardball, let's play hardball. I'll join your little game. For now. But when I wake up, I'm going straight back to pickling you with vodka.[/i]

"Yeah, I'm cool," she answered... actually, she didn't quite know his name. Didn't really stand out all that much. Cool scar, though. She unfolded her arms and jammed them into the pockets of her jacket, bemusingly watching the carnage unfold from the blind dude as he wailed on the paper demon things with his toy.
"Sorry, you're on your own!" she taunted at him with a devilish smirk. Didn't matter anyway. People died in dreams all the time. Hell, most of the time it was her.
"So... what? Are you guys trying to tell me that I should start my Composition essay? Tch, fat fucking chance," she stated, disinterested. But the blind kid gave her an idea. Tough luck, brain. You lose this round.
"Hey, can one of you beat me to death so I can wak-" But her thought went incomplete, interrupted by the bark of a gunshot. Her shoulders reflexively hunched and her head snapped to meet where the sudden break of skittering, flapping paper originated. Her eyes reflected a blue aura as she bore witness to one of the other college students, standing transfixed, eking blue shards from his head. The painted glass came to form something that looked like it belonged in some kind of horror/magical girl TV show. And that's when it began to spew forth flames, setting the beasts alight and torching them to ash.

Mari laughed. A hearty, deep, insane laugh. It was pretty funny! Maybe lucid dreaming wasn't so bad after all. She still felt like she was going insane, but what the hell, right?
"Ah ha ha ha! Oh my god, this is just [i]rich![/i]" she exclaimed. "And this must be something telling me to stop smoking too, huh? Man, who knew my subconscious was so fucking [i]lame![/i] Ah ha ha!" Mari managed to get her laughter under control, but her devilish smile still lingered.
"Hey Firebug, you mind torching the rest of these things? I seriously have to wake up soon."

[i]~"The guns are not real! They are used to bring out your potential. They are the only way to destroy the monsters! You must shoot yourself with the evoker!"~[/i]

The hardcore girl turned the pistol over in her hand, grin still apparent on her face, her eyes in a dreamy state of plotting.
"Sure thing, bitch! You're the boss!" she answered the annoying mental cry. Geez she was fucked up. She didn't know what the dream meant yet, but whatever it was she could use some heavy counseling afterward. Mari made a mental note to start paying more attention in Psych 202. And not just so she could piss off the professor by arguing with him when she knew he was right. The rocker chick held the gun to her chest, preferring not to put it to her face in case it would fuck with her hair, and squeezed the trigger gently and without fear.

[i]~"This dream state, anything that happens to you in here will happen to your body. You will die if you do not summon your potential. I'm sorry, but that is the way it will work! There are ten monsters in front of you! Their weakness is fire as far as I can tell. Hurry!"~[/i]

Her finger froze on the trigger, and her eyes opened wider in surprise. Mari let her arm fall to her side and looked up to the sky as if it were the origin of the voice.
"So let me get this straight: if we die here, we die period? Like Freddy Krueger shit?" she challenged, "And you want me to shoot myself?" Mari simply closed her eyes and shook her head. As wicked as it would be to have a flaming pumpkin jut out of her skull, she didn't like to lose. Especially mind games against her own mind. This required some... testing.
"Yeah, I don't think so." Mari once again raised her gun, but it wasn't to her chest. Nor was it to her head. It was to the temple of the boy with the scar. She smirked smugly, and her finger started to pull with slight pressure.

"You first."