[b]"Now this is more like it![/b] Raphael said while checking the tuning of the guitar and hopping on the stage. While he didn't have much power over the dream, he wondered if he can do more than just jump very high into the air. As he turn to the measly audience, he focused very hard to remember the stages he performed on. Amps, huge speakers, lights appeared all around, as well as flames sprouting from the front of the stage. He remembered his favorite guitar solo, and the speakers starting playing the drums, waiting for Raphael to start. Taking a deep breath, he [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAXC26mqfbk#t=511]let it rip[/url]

And with that done, he threw his hands triumphantly in the air, fireworks accompanying him. This is what he lived for - the adrenaline, the addicting noise of the crowd and the guitars being shredded. As he wanted to get off the stage, thorned vines started spreading outwards from him, engulfing the stage. [b]"Oh come on, NOT HERE! NOT AGAIN![/b] The nightmare, all but forgotten for years, has returned. Copious therapy has cured Raphael of constant thorny red nightmares, but the irrational fear still lingered. And here he is, lucid dreaming, trapped by ever growing mass of red, thorny roses. Unwilling to show weakness, even to his own psyche, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and imagined the back stage after a successful performance. Eventually, the vines trapping him started to shrink and fade, as Raphael has finally leaped off the stage.

[b]"The roses were not planned, but I guess they were kinda... metal."[/b] Raphael was visibly shaken. Nightmarish massive tentacles? No problem, he has seen worse while on acid. Red roses - nearly freezing in terror. Of course, that's what happens when you're a small child and manage to fall into a patch of thorned roses, especially when it took half an hour to find you. While no physical scars remained, Raphael's mind was scarred forever. Luckily for him, fame gave him money, money to get therapy. Suggestion? Embrace your fear until it goes away. The nick name "Killer Rose", the tattoo, it helped tremendously, though a minor uneasiness around the roses still remained. And now, after all these years, it comes back. [b]"Well, at least I didn't freeze in fear and start crying, so that's progress."[/b] he thought to himself. 

[b]"Alright, that's it for now. Unfortunately, I can't drag my mates here to my dream, so I can't give you the real deal. But enough about me, show me who, or what, you are."[/b] Raphael said, while looking at the rest of the group. Were they figments of his psyche, or something else, he honestly did not care anymore. He kinda wanted to wake up, but was also curious on how this will unravel.