Dreamscape

You’re sleeping comfortably, dreaming of eating a delicious picnic next to a bright green, gently rolling pasture dotted with fluffy white sheep and cream-coloured llamas. What did you pack in your picnic? Out of nowhere, a feeling like a gentle pressure on your temples comes to your attention. You don’t think much of it, and you go on munching your meat and sipping your Raichia.
 
The feeling intensifies, then suddenly disappears. You feel as though something magical is happening to you, but it doesn’t feel malevolent. It’s a calm, cozy kind of feeling. Do you choose to make a will save to try and fight what is happening? You hear a familiar voice from far off. You can’t quite make out what the voice is saying. You stop chewing and strain your ears, certain that you know that voice. Without really noticing how it happened, you find yourself still sitting on your picnic blanket, not in the pasture as you were, but on the shore of a small lake. It is hot, but comfortably dry, and there is a light breeze that ruffles your fur. The lush green grass all around you, and ancient, weathered trees rustle in a calm fashion. You hear birds chirping, and the smell of earth and freshwater fills your nostrils.
 
“Don’t be afraid.”
 
You DO recognize that voice. You turn around and see Selcis Bayt leaning against a large, shady reddish-coloured rock. Her eyes are bright, and she looks totally relaxed. There is a calm, comfortable energy radiating from her that you haven’t encountered before.
 
“Hi. Yes, you’re dreaming. Yes, I’m real. And yes, I probably should have asked first. Welcome to our shared Dreamscape.”