[Anya's version of a perfect life is fairly simple really. She lives in a picturesque (white picket fences and all) with Xander and a couple of kids they had after they got married.

In this dream, whoever's coming to visit is a friend of the family. The parent of one of their kid's friends? One of Xander's coworkers in construction?

Currently, Xander and the kids are out, but there are pictures of them on the wall as she lets you in, smiling happily.]

It's good to see you.

[Over the years, Xander's helped her be a little less blunt and awkward.]

[It's another time for a day in Anya's life. Only this time, she's currently in bed with her fiance, Xander, and trying to undress him. That is, until she hears the sounds of someone else in the room. Dream!Xander backs away from her, looking flustered and embarrassed. Anya? She just looks annoyed someone's coming in during orgasm time.]


Do you mind? We're a little busy right now.

After the whole 'getting sedated' thing his dreams have been more than a little surreal. He's walked through paintings, saw music as it danced around him, explored a city that was twisted and warped by his mind.

But now things are quiet.

Neal sits in the middle of the floor, his hat in his lap on a quiet street corner. Nothing seems strange, nothing seems out of place except maybe him.

He feels like he he shouldn't be here.

Distant sounds come from somewhere he can't pinpoint. Sounds of music and flashes of light. He has no idea what it is but he also isn't sure he wants to find out.

He looks around him again,, getting to his feet and putting his hat on his head. He starts walking in the opposite direction of the noise but with every step he takes, it feels like chaos draws closer.

It could be worse, at least now he knows he's dreaming, knows that whatever is coming after him is only in his mind.

[ There's a girl in the middle of the cemetery. She's a stark change from the low, grey sky. Dull--the grass, the path, the grey, grey tombstones with the deep-set letters. But this girl, she's bright white and polished. Inhuman.

She stands up from the grave she's at, dusts herself off and bows to you as she leaves. You can tell she isn't human. It's obvious by the shape of her; by her lack of shoulders and hips and feet. And despite the impossibility... you think there are tears down her face. ]

This night for dreamers starts in blackness. Without form or shape, it may seem as though one is everywhere and nowhere at once. There are whispers rising from the dark from many voices, strange voices, more feelings than words. They speak of birth, life, and the inevitable death. They speak of something between death and birth, as well. Some are peaceful, others haunting. A chorus of the voices scream -- and a train whistles.

Flickering lights filter through the darkness, as well as the chatter of people, a conductor tiredly ushering them off and on. There are piles of discarded material around the train station, as though the whole city were half-scrapyard. The air is stifled and dirty, packed with noise. It drowns the whispers out until they are just white noise. And although the openness of the area suggests the outdoors, looking up will reveal no sky to be seen but a wide expanse of metal.

A young woman shifts a basket full of yellow flowers over her elbow as she looks over the people. The green of her eyes settle and with a soft smile, she approaches, her voice carrying ahead of her.

"Excuse me. Would you like to buy a flower? They only cost one gil."

And those who rummage pockets for change may find one. This is a dream, after all.

[Duffy is moving around the modest, country kitchen efficiently and with ease. It's a familiar space for him, and when he turns towards you you'll notice he's missing his left arm from just above his elbow. He doesn't let it hold him back though, as he smiles softly and turns on the stove. He's humming Pour Some Sugar on Me as he works. He seems to be cooking bacon and eggs for an army.]

Any requests?

[Anya is sitting behind the counter of the Magic Box, like she does most days. And she's going over one of the ledgers like she has been lately since Giles keeps making her double check everything. But she's still watching the patrons out of the corner of her eye.

If there's one thing Anya hates, it's people who loiter around and never buy anything. They are the leeches of Capitalist society, as far as she's concerned.]

If you don't want to be thrown out of the store, I highly recommend you actually purchase something.

Ignore this!!