01 | Reverie Of A Dream

01 | Reverie of A Dream

summary || ❝You were made to dream— and the reality of this world was not for you.❞

pairing || Morpheus x Daydreamer! Reader

word count || 901

warnings || Dream being eager and curious??? Reader hates mundane life???

notes || I am currently on episode 7! So, I am still getting a grasp of Morpheus’s character and how he acts and speaks, so bear with me as I settle into his character. This could be a series if people want more than this part, so let me know! Enjoy reading!

How were you always appearing in the dreaming? 

Almost every other hour, the sand would wisp up into a flurry of particles, welcoming your arrival. The wind would pick up and there would be a shift in the air, making all creatures of the dreaming turn towards the magnificent doors that would open to welcome one and all as they explored their dream or their nightmare. But, after about twenty minutes or so— your presence would be lost. 

This confused the Dream Lord, never in his eons of living has he encountered a human with the power to enter the dreaming at will. It was known that humanity would tuck into their beds at night, shut their eyes, and the sand would create a blanket over their consciousness, and they would dream. That is how he had known it all— until now. 

“It would seem that either a human has gained untimely powers or a new endless has been created…”

Lucienne’s voice carried through the throne room, as she peered at Morpheus with eyes of concern, concern for the dreaming. Morpheus— however was curious of how a human could possibly dream during the day in such small increments. He sat clad upon the long and winding staircase that led up to his mighty throne, robes draped down some steps like a glass of spilt milk, the stained-glass reflecting various shapes onto the ground and onto both him and Lucienne. The columns on either side of the rather large room loomed above the endless— giving the two a minuscule perspective in comparison. 

“Shall we go greet our so random guest-…?”

“No, I will go to their physical form and greet them there-”

A situation like this would cause panic normally, however Dream had questions that needed answers— and he would get them from you whether you like it or not.

“Would you please look at number seven in your at-home textbooks, please.”

Eyes cast to the side, looking at the wall, all outside noise being cast out like warmth within winter, Morpheus watched you from behind, noting your neutral expression in almost concentration. Nothing could break you from your dream-like trance, until he spoke.

“Dear love, for nothing less than thee— Would I have broke this happy dream; It was a theme—”

You turned and gasped at the stranger within your home, quickly shutting the laptop as your professor was still droning on. Morpheus couldn’t lie to himself when he thought your expression was amusing.

“For reason, much too strong for fantasy, Therefore thou wak’d'st me wisely…”

“Who are you?!” You were panicked, rightfully so.

“The poems called— The Dream by John Donne…ever partake in one of his works?”

“I SAID, who are you?!”

“Dream of the Endless, and I have several questions for you, Dream Walker.”

   “It’s called daydreaming— I do NOT walk-through dreams.” You were gripping onto a mug of tea like it was an anchor keeping you still, calm. Human behavior was so very interesting, and watching you nervously explain yourself was entertaining.

“It’s erm— when you let your mind drift to another place, other than the current moment.”

“So, you have powers?”

“No! I just— You haven’t explained why you are here in the first place?! Why is my daydreaming important to you? And why are you named Dream? That’s so…odd.”

“I rule over the Dreaming, the place you go when you fall asleep at night, or in your case— every other hour.”

“How—What—” 

“And I revealed myself to you because I have never encountered someone who could enter my kingdom and leave so seamlessly without a thought.”

Your face said a million words that even you could not let out coherently, obviously the thought of meeting the anthropomorphic version of one of your favorite things to do was— how you say— alarming and daunting. But this so called “Day-Dreaming” that you did, piqued his interest greatly. His gaze caught yours looking him up and down, similar to how his many past lovers had done before he had greeted them with the dark and alluring charm he possesses, and he couldn’t help but ask a blunt question.

“Come to the Dreaming with me?”

Your eyes widened in shock— very interesting.

“I can teach you things and show you how to harness whatever ability you hold. Why stay here, in mundane living, when you can gather so much knowledge.”

He knew it wasn’t a good thing to do, bringing a human to his kingdom to be an apprentice— his family would have his head on a silver-platter, served with a cup of sand and a chuckle. But you were significant, you were—different. You were made to dream— and the reality of this world was not for you.

“Come. with. Me.” His hand was now held out, an invitation, a promise, a bond which would not be broken if you laid your hand upon his. If you took his hand, a world of possibilities would be open to you. If you held his hand, your fate would be sealed and intertwined with his, and you had no qualms about it at all— as you let the sand circle around you, the grainy and rough air whisking you from ordinary life, into one that would be complicated. But you were made to dream, and you would find more reality within a world of dreams than any other world here nor there.