2 A.M. DAYDREAM CORPS

You lucid dream. It's a weird hobby. Most people don't know what it is, and those that do think you're either on drugs or sexually depraved. Maybe you keep it to yourself, maybe you only tell close friends, maybe you don't even care. It's a way to entertain yourself in the barren midwestern town of Crosswell, either way. 

Things were as dull as always until you started noticing that something was... off. There were similarities with your dreams and events that would unfold around you. They were subtle enough to brush off at first, that is, until a faceless man in formal clothing assaulted you. 

Normally it wouldn't be that strange of a situation. Characters in a lucid dream can turn on their creators under the right circumstances. There was something disturbingly different this time, however. Your instincts told you that the man was an intruder, someone who didn't come from your thoughts. To make matters worse, you woke up in the morning with a bruise where he left the killing blow. 

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Welcome to Crosswell, a shell of its former self that refuses to die, no matter how many potholes or abandoned buildings get left for its residents to deal with. Near the beginning of a new school year you notice an ambiguous flier implying some sort of meeting about dreams. Your mind is full of questions, and it's not like you had anything better to do that friday. 

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You lucid dream. It's a weird hobby. A lot of people don't know what it is, and those that do assume that you're either on drugs or sexually deprived. You might keep it to yourself, you might only tell close friends. Maybe you don't even care. Whatever the reason, it's something that you partake in. Over the course of a long time, you've noticed some similarities with the events of your dreams and the events of the world around you. They've never been direct enough to make you ever seriously consider it, and it's only been a passing thought that you entertain yourself with here and there. That was, until a faceless man in formal clothing assaulted you.

Normally it wouldn't be that strange of a situation. Characters in a lucid dream can turn on their creators under the right circumstances, and sleep paralysis is always a possibility. There was something disturbingly different this time, however. The way that he aggressively knocked you down and hurt you was both intensely cruel and out of your control. The following day you received an invitation for a social gathering at a public library in a sketchy part of town. It was mailed to you somehow, and reading the text next to the poorly edited drawing of a smiling book revealed that it was over dreams. Still thinking about the events that took place last night, it was clear that you needed answers. 

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Near the hustle and bustle of a large city, x stands out like a sore thumb among the luxurious and extravagant lifestyles of their neighbors. It's a small and sleepy town where the soft mornings last hours more than usual and bunches of lavender grow around its neglected buildings. A group of former government workers have defected from their secret research group to protect its inhabitants from the new wave of dangerous experiments that are scheduled to take place soon. Dreamers with the power to change reality must now band together and fight for survival, all while managing their daily lives without raising suspicion.