It's that one where you have to give a speech to a crowd of bears and wasps again

[stockingfeats]

You're having a nightmare, and you aren't alone. Someone is here with you in tonight's strange, dark dreamscape--for better or for worse.

1. Chased: Bears, tentacly monsters, giant vengeful wasps. You need to escape from it but you can't find a way.
   
2. Trapped: Elevator, sinking ship, cave. You're in and you can't get out.
   
3. Performance: It's often quoted that people fear public speaking more than they fear death. You don't know the script, you've never seen this Powerpoint, the teleprompter is blurry as hell... forget falling, you're about to die on stage.
   
4. Hated: You know those dreams where everyone you know accuses you of something terrible and they all hate you now? Yeah. It's that one tonight.
   
5. Disaster! You're on an island and a volcano erupts! You're next to a river and it floods! Never mind how geologically, climatologically, or physically likely it would be in this location in real life, it's happening now.
   
6. Haunting past: Your bad memories are just waiting for you to let your guard down, and what's more unguarded than sleep?
   
7. Wildcard: There are infinite nightmares in infinite combinations... why not put together your own?
   

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[jedied]

She's vaguely aware that she ought to be afraid, but fear is for the waking. She's rarely afraid in the dreams that haunt her for days after. Dreams just are, even if sometimes they're enough that she forces herself awake rather than watch any more of one unfold. In the here and now, neither the environment nor the figure scares her enough to make her turn back, though she does take more cautious steps when the warning comes.

"I know."

It's dangerous everywhere, she'd like to reply. Show her a place where she's ever been safe. But she's here to observe, not to argue.

"You shouldn't be here alone."

The Light in the distance doesn't seem as though it gets any closer, but she keeps her gaze fixed on it in case she starts to falter. Something tells her she could be there with a thought if she chose, but she'd be leaving her companion in the Dark that's left. Whoever he'd been, he doesn't deserve that.

[nouskaiananki]

Vader knows, in a way he can't explain, that if Rey heads for the Light, it will be there. She will be pulled or fly, like a great Force Leap, to it. He, however, must confront and face the storm.

Defeat it, he thinks.

Before he can get closer to it. Because no matter how he heads in that direction, it never gets closer.

"Why? I've always been here alone." Vader turned in the direction of that whisper, glowing eyes fixed on her. There's nothing to him to suggest he's upset or sarcastic. He's simply stating a fact. "What difference does it make now?" He'd stopped as he'd been speaking with her, and the organism of the Dark, the tendrils that had been stalking him took the opportunity to surge forward, darting not at his limbs but the broken, blackened body, crashing into him and dragging him to the ground.

He didn't cry out, but he did thrash, appearing in his hands, dark blades that seem to match his blackened body, cutting at the restraints even as they pin him down and one after another crashed into him. The ground no longer seems firm, but layers upon layers of writhing things, millions of tiny slimy wriggling things, yielding under the pressure of Vader being slammed into the ground by the weight of the Dark things, soon making it difficult to even see him.