[In a large circular room lit only by moonlight coming through the skylight and surrounded by the bookshelves that line every inch of the wall, two figures are seated in oversized leather chairs and playing a game of chess.  

Nothing unusual about that.  The Kudo family library, for indeed that is what the room was, was well suited for such games.  No, what was unusual about this moment was the identity of the players and the appearance of the game.  Two boys, identical in appearance if it was not for the fact that one was ten years younger than the other.  And a chessboard populated with oddly shaped gamepieces.  A close look might bring about some recognition from people who knew Conan well. 

The younger boy glares up at his opponent as he adjusts his glasses.]

You're being far too reckless with your queen.  


[ooc: Say hello to the oddness of the mind of a boy lying about his age and real name.  People who enter this dream will be greeted by both Conan and his older self Shinichi.  Who will answer as separate people despite being really the same person.]

[ Harry's locked in a room where there are no definite doors and the walls are solid white aside from the very obvious writing all over the walls. He's holding a strange looking quill and blood is pouring from his hand as he's clearly written 'I must not tell lies' all over the room- walls, ceiling, and floor are covered in blood-red lettering. ]

[ He drops the quill and looks around again, in a far corner there's a tombstone and a freshly dug grave. Harry moves over to it to see who's grave it is, a sinking feeling in his stomach tells him he knows exactly who's it is. ]

Here lies Cedric Diggory. Died in a tragic accident

[ Harry stares numbly at the Tombstone as Anger starts to build, his fingers twitching to grab his wand. ]

'Has it sunk in yet?'

[ A sickening voice like poisoned honey sounds from all around the room. And before he's even aware of what he's doing Harry has his wand-]

Reducto!

[ The tombstone blasts into pieces. ]




(( No theme this time. Just depressing stuff that's on Harry's mind >: ))

The twists and turns of the forest are long, secretive, and closed. But in this one small clearing, there is a house made entirely of sweets. Gingerbread forms the walls, adorned with enormous pieces of candy. The pillars and lampposts outside are peppermint, while the bushes grow marshmallows and slices of pie and cake. Even the paving stones of the pathway are rock candy. A river of pure dark chocolate flows lazily alongside the house, hot enough to be molten.

It's clearly a haven for children. In fact, a girl with pink hair and wearing a soft dress sits comfortably amid the wafer candy grass and nibbles at a handful. She looks up and smiles at the newcomer. Something about the smile is a bit too cold for her greeting, but with so much candy nearby, there's plenty to distract from the expression.

"Come over and try some," she invites. "You can eat enough to have a full stomach." This is a rare and precious thing, in a poor kingdom like this one. "Don't worry, I live here with my sister."

(ooc: story can be looked up here. Lethe is working for the witch to lure travelers in return for herself and Mnemosyne not being eaten.)

Conan didn't know how, but somehow he had arrived in a village that could only be described as quaint and European. He privately wondered if this was part of one of his mother's elaborate pranks.

But regardless of how he had arrived here and where he was, there was still a crime to solve. It had been tricky gathering the evidence, but nothing beyond his skills. Now there was only the deduction show to finish. He turns and points at one of the suspects.

"The murderer is you! You betrayed and killed your brother here in order to take his place as heir to the kingdom! But you made a mistake! You failed to realize that there was a witness to your crime!"

He ignores the shocked whispers of the onlookers around them.

"Yes! The golden goose saw everything!"

[ To anyone that has ever seen a picture of Hogwarts for read a decent description which probably wouldn't be too many people really, would recognize that the castle in this dream is undoubtedly the school for witchcraft and wizardry. It's a little different though as a forest of thorns have sprouted up all around it and make it quite inaccessible. ]

[ Nevertheless, the young Gryffindor who is having the dream can be seen fighting his way through the thorns wielding a mighty sword as he chops the thorns out of his way and tries to make a path to the castle. The sword, to anyone that maybe have read the books in their worlds will recognize that Harry is brandishing the sword of Gryffindor. ]

[ He's on a great and near impossible quest to rescue the princess at the top of the tower. In his dream That tower is the North Tower that the divination classes take place in. He doesn't seem to think much about these changes to his school as the fuzzy logic of dreams is enough to convince him all is as it should be. ]



(( ooc: So! You can either play the part of the 'Princess' Harry is set to rescue or you can be an ally he meets along the way or an enemy to stop him from reaching his goal. Otherwise, assume the princess he's rescuing is Cho Chang. ))

Alice had been wandering the halls of the dark and deserted museum for quite some time. Long enough, in fact, that when she paused in front of a glittering display of medieval armaments to collect her thoughts (and indeed, any clues as pertaining to the trail that she had been following and once again lost) she realized that she had traversed far more grounds than the museum should actually be able to offer. And since when had the museum in Ekoda featured such an exhibit...?

"`twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves, and the mome raths outgrabe."

A voice intoned solemnly from beyond the reaching shadows, and Alice's head whipped around to try and locate the speaker but she was alone. The skin on the back of her neck prickled in alarm and Alice reached slowly for the gun tucked up to her back. Something wasn't right.
There was flash of white in the periphery of her vision, a fluttering of pale fabric disappearing around a corner. Alice spun neatly on her heel, hair flaring out behind her and chased after the figure, only to turn the corner and abruptly find herself at a dead end. alone. Warm breath ghosted across her ear and the faint sound of laughter followed. There was no one beside her, but still the voice continued:

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun the frumious Bandersnatch!"

Alice reached once again for her gun, but found nothing there.  Her gaze was drawn to her side, where a long, thin blade lay affixed to the wall, strangely without any sort of plexiglass barrier between them. She traced a finger along its edge and pulled back to examine the fine welling of blood on her fingertip with a clinical expression.

"He took his vorpal sword in hand." She murmured curiously to herself, and took the sword down from the wall.