[center] [b] Jeremy Hart [/b] [/center]

He was running through a forest in a dream, escaping from the destructive actions of some black "rabbit", now occupied by a man in a hat. He was following a girl with mouse features, along with various other people, running ahead of him in varying degrees of panic. And now he could see them jumping down a big hole in the ground. Indeed, this had to be his mind telling him to be less affected by the students and his colleagues. Most of the dream-people either jumped down or more thrust themselves down the hole, but one of them actually acted sensibly and lowered himself down it. And the fact that everyone dissapeared within even though such a feat defied common sense, well it was a dream after all. As everyone was gone down the hole Jeremy took a moment to look around him, taking in the surroundings, the atmosphere. Forest, something felt off about that, he was sure he could see movement far away. Well, as his mind refused to wake up there wasn't anything to do but follow the others down the hole, which he sat down and lowevered himself into with his hands still firmly on the ridge of the opening.

Apparently dream-physics did not do well with doing things carefully, he could feel his feet and legs start pulling him wierdly as he lowered himself into the hole, and he lost his grip. A strange feeling of vertigo engulfed him as he was almost pushed, not down, but rather up out of what he first thought was the opening, but proved to be an end to the tunnel as it were. And of course all the other people were there. He managed to come out of this hole in something of a shoulder-roll, standing up to brush off any dust and dirt from his suit. The dream didn't dissapoint in becoming even wierder. The room, rather the hall, was big, strangely decored, with a long table a bit off from the hole. The kids and few less young people were mostly having something of an argument with the white rabbit, who as Jeremy entered did not so much look as a rabbit as a victim of severe melting. The first thought into Jeremy's head that someone had poured oil over the rabbit was quickly replaced with horrid fascination as the thing changed, melting in front of their eyes. Turning around and back the rabbit was himself again it seemed.

The others demanded answers from the rabbit, why were they here, why had he brought them here, what were shadows, and more. Walking around the scene Jeremy was once more impressed by his own dream, these people almost seemed like actual individuals. Some of them even made allusions to this not being the real world, did characters in dreams have that kind of fourth-wall breaking tendencies. Maybe it was time to test it and actually interact with the denizens of this ever continuing dream. One problem however, they were all talking in the mouth of eachother.

As it was Jeremy continued circling the group, coming around the table, at which one of them had apparently decided that it was better to rest than to join the chaos. Still looking at the group Jeremy came to a stop by the bench.