"Wait, what'd you mean your old body?" Kate's attention was stolen by Matthew even though at the same time it remained divided and on Morpheus. Knowing Dream? He'd drop soemthing shocking in a blink and you'll miss it kind of moment. But what was that the raven said? Original body? She always thought she was happy to cuddle a talking bird! Not that she was petting some middle-aged man in feathers!
Of course, Dream did not disappoint. Greece of all places? "You mean the Greece from the Dreaming or the ancient Greece? Maybe the Olympus?" She wouldn't be shocked to hear those gods were real too and that they were old buds to him. "Because if the modern Greece works for you, we are one flight away from making that a reality."
It was a dumb offering, probably. She knew Morpheus could appear himself anywhere. But, as always, it felt natural to offer a hand to a friend.
Speaking of offering...
"Chicken sandwich?" Kate couldn't help but scrunch up her nose in amusement as she imagined Dream sprawled in that imposing throne and with a KFC bucket on his lap. Damn, if she could rule anywhere, that sure would be the way to go. "And pancakes. And updates," she agreed. "Let me check out there if they have the list of what they wanna order. Drinks?"
Kate, of course, wasn't gone for long. And even though New York continuned pouring itself and tapping the windows of the building with rain, everyone's moods seems to have improven. Kate could tell that people were curious, though.
Soon, as she made it back to the office, Kate handed Morpheus a packet of Skittles. "All ready now, lunch shouldn't take long. Trust my Boss Lady word," she teased Matthew. "So, how's Lucienne? And the Dreaming? Trust me, if you want my feedback, everything seems to be running smoothly."
"Oh, uh..." Matthew preened a few of his feathers, suddenly feeling the awkwardness in the air. "I, uh, used to be human. Until a few years ago. I died in the Dreaming, and instead of becoming worm food, I became this." He spread his wings wide, indicating his raven form. "It's not all bad. I mean, immortality doesn't always suck. And I'm not being a kiss ass to say I like the gig. I still remember what it's like to be human though, you know? I miss it sometimes." As always, Matthew spoke from the heart and off his sleeve. A part of Morpheus wondered when the time would come when that veneer of humanity, that longing for what once was, would slip away. It always did, for the ravens. Yet that inherent loyalty, that truthful center, that would remain. "Dream had another raven before me, but nobody talks about them."
"It is the past, Matthew." Dream's voice rolled out like soft thunder. Striking, but not with the singular intent to harm. If anything, he was trying to be kind. To close Matthew off from questions with answers he might not truly want. "It does not do to dwell on it. For your sake."
If only Dream would take his own advice.
His hands remained clasped on the desk, but they tightened a little at the following questions about Greece. "The Greece I once knew. I have not been there in a very long time. There is no reason now to visit." Not now that his son was wishing for death, and he was no longer married. He supposed in his answer he'd let slip that it was therefore someone, or someones, there that had been the draw, rather than the country itself. "It is a pointless game. I cannot grant myself a boon, anyway." Or rather, he would never use his power in that manner.
"Wine," was Dream's immediate answer to what should be drunk.
"You don't drink wine in an office, boss," Matthew stage whispered to him. "Fried chicken and wine nights are just a throne room thing." He was admittedly playing it up a little for Kate's amusement. Dream was so tightly wound he did not let himself indulge in lounging in his throne room with chicken and wine often. It was just when he was completely exhausted and in desperate need of refueling that those nights happened. Still, secretly, Matthew loved those moments. Not to see Dream depleted or upset, but because they made him seem... well. Almost human. Who didn't want to eat shit and get drunk after a rough day?
Dream was exactly as Kate had left him when she returned, like a statute that hadn't moved. Matthew was hopping around her desk inspecting everything on it. Dream gave Kate a perplexed look when she handled him the Skittles. He stared at the package like he was almost unsure what to even do with it. "Lucienne is well. The Dreaming is functioning adequately. We recently had many visitors, so everyone is a bit worn out from that experience."
Oh, okay. It wasn't like it was creepy. It certainly made way more sense than magical ravens that could talk like humans and knew the rules of poker. This was Matthew. Her friend Matthew. Human in mind still, not creepy because he sometimes rode on her shoulder.
"Well, if it helps, we can still play cards digitally?" Without hands holding cards certainly sounded tricky. "Maybe I'll get you a stylus to hold. I doubt the beak and a touchscreen will go together well." It didn't even agree with gloves at times.
Once Kate walked out of the office, Dream's words echoed in her head. There was something he clearly longed for. Something that, unlike mortal beings or those who could indulge in dreams, he would not be able to experience. Hell, there had to be a reason why he got so broody and enjoyed his friend chiken and wine. Dream claimed he did not want to dwell on what was lost. He could not grant himself a boon to head to the past, but then, would he dare to look forward and into the future?
She hoped those Skittles would allow him to have more colorful thoughts for now, at least.
"Yeah, I don't have any wine in here, sorry." In all honesty, Kate wasn't all that big into wine herself. It was only recently and thanks to Matt, that she agreed to taste it while paired with certain meals, following her partner's suggestions. "But you can have soda or water or sparkly water. Tea or coffee?"
At least, she was glad to hear Lucienne and the other friends she'd made at the Dreaming were doing good. "You mean this experience you had. When you went away?" She teased him a little, but didn't push too much for anwswers.
"So," claiming her seat again, Kate rested her chin on her palm, her elbow on the desk. "We established you can't grant yourself a boon. Or travel in time to the Greece you loved." Or to meet the people she figured he'd once loved, back in the day. "But if you could have a human experience these days? Go to the theater or watch a game maybe? Get shitfaced at a KFC?" Her attention fell on Matthew, the raven who had once been a man. "The Balloon Museum?"
"Who taught you how to play poker? If you're suggesting we find ways to fuel my gambling itch, I'm not gonna say no." Matthew paused, then looked at Dream. "I don't have to say no, right? I mean, I know I don't actually get a paycheck in the Dreaming, so it would all be betting in good fun..." Hey, he had a better shot of getting Dream to agree to a probabilities game than he did Destiny. "I know you don't really know what the word fun means, but think of it like... whatever doesn't totally suck for you. It's like that. You should try it sometime."
"Tea will be fine," Dream replied, ignoring the rest of the rambling from Matthew. Curiously he opened the package of Skittles and poured some out into his hand. He knew what they were via unconscious osmosis, but he'd never personally eaten one. He examined them thoroughly before selecting a single yellow one and eating it. He then held his hand out to Kate and Matthew. The bird quickly grabbed a red and a green in each of his feet.
"Yes. I came into possession of something a great many wanted. Gods and immortals from all over came to lay their claim." Dream sounded tired just remembering all that mess. "It has been dealt with, but it has been a long time since I played host to so many."
"It was a pretty impressive shindig," Matthew cut in. "I mean, until the whole demon fight thing. But hey. All's well that ends well, right? Plus, we got a cool new person staying at the castle. Lady Nuala. You'll love her, Kate. She's from Faerie. Yeah, fucking Faerie, pardon my French. That place is real." His attention then shifted back to Kate. "Wait, Balloon Museum? What's that? ... can I pop them?"
"Totally just in good fun. I mean, if you wanna bet? We can always bet peanuts," Kate offered, her chin still in her hand as she nodded to each one of Matthew's points. Nobody could claim she wasn't a supportive friend. However, at the slandering of Dream's fun? For once Kate needed to stand up for him, too. "But in Morph's defense? Anyone who has a dragon, a gryphon and an unicorn at his door does know of a bit of fun. Specially if they get shitfaced at their own throne."
At Dream's request, Kate got up, heading for the area in her office where she kept a mini fridge and an electric kettle on the counter. She only stopped to grab a couple of skittles, before she wondered if she had re-stcoked her tea or not.
She could always check at the office's kitchenette.
Thankfully, her secretary was a life-savior. Not only the sweetest girl ever, but always ten steps ahead of anything Kate might need.
Of course, worries about tea blends were forgotten as Dream and Matt shared more about how things had gone in the Dreaming since they had last seen each other. Grabbing a bottle of mineral water, Kate opened the lid of the kettle and started pouring it all in.
That is, until the bottle itself slipped off her hold and was dunked straight into it.
Kate didn't even notice. "I'm sorry, you're talking about faeries? Real fucking faeries like freaking Tinkerbell?" Honestly, this should be getting old by now. Because being shocked around these two? Kate should be used to never know what to expect.
"I do not..." Dream shot Matthew an exasperated look because the bird had started this. Looking back at Kate, Dream explained firmly, "I do not get drunk on my throne. I would have to choose to let myself feel intoxication for it to happen." He just liked the taste of wine. Alcohol didn't by nature have any affect on him, unless he decided he wanted to feel the facsimile of such effects. Which, of course, he never chose to feel. That would veer too closely to not being absolutely in control at every given moment. "The castle guards, however, do perform their jobs admirably." They also greatly enjoyed Kate's visits.
"We should all get dream drunk sometime," Matthew mused. "You know. Really cut lose. No, that's not a bad word," he added, seeing the look on Dream's face at the prospect of cutting lose.
Noticing the bottle slip, Dream thought nothing of finally moving. Rising up, he moved to the kettle and reached in to help remove the bottle. His sleeve was wet when he pulled it back, but a moment later, utterly dry. He set the bottle aside and studied the kettle, trying to figure out how to turn it on. Just the on button, surely? He pressed it.
"Not precisely like Tinkerbelle, but yes. Faeries. The Lady Nuala has chosen to remain in the Dreaming, after it was revealed she may not return to her homeland." Honestly, Dream felt terribly for her. He'd never liked the thought of slavery, had always found it cruel. That Titania had given away one of her subjects was... unthinkable to Dream. No doubt worse for Nuala. "... she could use a friend, actually. Another friend," he was quick to add, before Matthew objected. "She is a young woman, for her species, betrayed by Queen and kin. She saved her people, and they thought nothing of doing this."
Matthew looked at Kate and whispered, "You know that meme about having a pet one day and you'd already kill everyone if something happened to it? That's Dream when someone fucks with someone in the Dreaming." He was teasing, but also, this was what he actually liked about his boss. Sure, Dream was proud and stiff and sometimes cold, but he was already doing all he could for a woman who'd faced heartbreak under his roof but days ago.
"And you never choose for it to happen?" It seemed like the most natural question. Because sure, Dream was clearly no longer young and probably didn't find amusement in getting totally wrecked for the sake of it and then feeling like crap in the morning. Hey, neither did Kate! She was now a mature young woman in a mature relationship with a mature man. But she understood what it was like to really enjoy the taste of something. Sugar, in her case, was an addiction she struggled to get rid of. " And you have the classiest and nicest of guards, that's for sure. Send them love for me on your way back."
Kate never wasted time that could be spent befriending those around them. And people in the Dreaming were no exception. Who didn't want a dragon for a friend anyway? Dream was living proof of that. Or he would be, if he was alive. Existing proof perhaps? Either way, Kate watched in delight as he came over to give her a hand, always enjoying watching him as he did the most domestic of tasks. She doubted that many had her luck.
And yet, that was only a brief distraction as Dream now gave her a little more context on this new guest in the Dreaming. "It's crazy, because I heard so many stories about faeries being either these cute little things or totally terrible monsters." Doing unspeakable things to those who dared to wander into their territory. Sort of like going to a game and realizing you're celebrating at the wrong side of the stadium. "But hey, if you say she's cool and she needs a distraction from whatever it is going on with her, you know she's always welcome to come hang here. We can do touristy things if she's new to New York." Hanging with a nice faery? It was the sort of experience Kate would be super happy to try.
Then, without thinking, she added. "Besides, my Matt? He is the best cook ever, I'm sure he'll be able to impress you guys." Grabbing the box of tea out of the cabinet, she was quick to take out a little bag, placing it in a white mug with Bishop Security's logo on it. "If he knew you were coming I'm sure he would have been happy to thank you for what you did for us, Dream."
"Of course I do not choose to intoxicate myself. It would be putting myself, and thus my duties, at a disadvantage." He'd wondered about it sometimes. Seen some of his siblings indulge in letting it happen. He'd had nights with Hob where the other man got tipsy. He could feel the dreams of the inebriated. That though was the closest he'd ever gotten in his existence. "I dislike the possibility of not being in control."
He accepted the mug with a nod of thanks, waiting for the water to heat up. Unlike Matt, Dream gave no indication right away that he cared what the particular blend was. He had his preferences, but he was too polite a guest to do anything but accept whatever was offered. Since knowing Matt though, the tea supply stocked in Kate's office was only of the highest quality. Dream knew this tea when he smelled it. With a small frown he reached out to read the tiny package. "Earl Grey Bella Luna." A small smile came to his lips. "Your proprietor has good taste." It was a blend that marketed itself as tied to the beautiful moon, sold on full moon days. It had the familiar Earl Grey bergamot notes, but softened with the addition of coconut and cream flavors. Matt had gotten it both for the coconut and as an in-joke for Kate, since they talked about being werewolves. Dream found a different meaning in it, with the association of night and the sky.
"The Fae are... what they are." He knew that was unhelpful. "They can be fickle and mercurial, spiteful and mischievous. They can also be glorious and curious, playful and passionate. I was very close with them, once upon a time. They have left this realm a number of centuries ago now. As for your consort, I am not opposed to meeting him. He need not thank me for the boon granted, though. That was yours to do with as you wish." Taking a sip of the tea he added, "You never did say what a balloon museum is, either."
"Can you un-inebriate yourself with magic?" Kate asked, turning around and leaning with her ass against the counter as she seriously considered things. "I mean, you could always ask Lucienne to watch out and BOOM!" She snapped her fingers. This time that was not a Blip reference. "Sober as ever! Back to being the respectable Lord of Dreams."
As Dream most probably took this suggestion very seriously, Kate turned her attention back on Matthew. "Hey, do you want some water or something? Soda?" She was already turning to open her minifridge and take a can of Coke out. "Orange and pineapple juice?"
But it was Dream who got her attention back. "Oh, yeah, Matt is the real expert when it comes to tea and always brings a new blend when he comes to the office." Something that was happening more and more often lately. Plenty of times he had come over, specially now that he had moved into her apartment and stopping at the office was right on the way home. Of course, he'd memorized so many names and befrieneded almost everyone at Bishop Security.
Kate had also noticed some looks. Maggie, who Kate refuesed to address as her secretary, definitely had the same dreamy look sure Kate had developed since she had fallen for his charm.
Dream's deep voice, ironically, brought her back from her own daydreams. "Huh? Oh, yeah! I know it's not needed, that's not how gifts work. But I'm sure Matt would be happy to meet you. Just as I'd love to meet this Lady Nuala." Because if Kate had learned something that was for sure to never turn down a supernatural opportunity. "Oh, the Balloon Museum! Right." Matthew had been curious about it. Surprisingly, so was Dream? "Well, it's kind of what it says on the lid. An exhibition full of inflatable things to mess around with. To bounce on or take pictures with. I don't know, it's silly and fun."
"Yes. I could un-inebriate myself as needed. However, what if I decided to do something foolish while inebriated?" What if he decided it was a brilliant idea to do the Dreaming version of drunk dialing an ex? Squabble with Desire? What if he influenced something he shouldn't, said or did the wrong action, and suddenly another world was destroyed? Dramatic and extreme, yes, but with his power he was fearful to put anything to chance.
... plus he really, really could not exist for eternity if he drunk dialed Thessaly. Nada at least he couldn't find so far, so small favors in her not being a possibility for this?
"Orange juice, I'll stick with a breakfast theme," Matthew decided.
"And do you bring new things to him to try?" Dream questioned regarding Matt bringing tea for Kate. He took his mug back to the desk, sitting down and setting the drink in front of him. His posture was once again perfect and he watched the steam faintly curl upwards in tendrils.
"We will make introductions then." A beat. "Not at a balloon museum." It sounded a little too undignified for his taste. "I do not mind theatre shows and musical performances. Or visiting parks. When I can spare the time." He did often lock himself away in the Dreaming, though per Death's urging, he'd do a better job if he interacted with people more. That had been one reason he'd gotten to know Kate.
"Dream, that's what designated drivers are for," Kate pointed out as she waved a hand in Matthew's direction. Was it really a good idea to encourage and all-powerful being to maybe get a little tipsy? Was Kate endangering the fate of the known universe and the unknown too? A little voice in the back of her head that sounded suspiciously like Matt's, it insisted she should probably drop this already.
Just in case.
"Orange and pineapple juice it is," at least, serving her raven friend came as a good distraction. As so did Dream's question.
"Huh, well, I do get some stuff for him from time to time, but Matt sort of has a particular palate." She had given him Doritos and Takis once. It was still one of her highlights in their relationship so far. "I always make sure to have -- Oh, there's oat milk if you want that instea of juice, Matthew." Kate had only unscrewed the lid so far anyway. "Sorry, I keep it for his drinks but then almost forget it's there." She turned to Dream then. "Do you want some with your tea?"
It wasn't a real shocker to hear Dream wasn't too thrilled with the Balloon Museum, but the plan to all of them go together to some play? That, she could arrange. "Well, I'm pretty sure there's a new season of 'Skakespeare at the Park' in C.P." She offered. "Even Matthew could join us then." A beat. "Unless Shakespeare is not your thing."
"Who's crazy enough to milk a nut? I'll stick with the juice, thanks," Matthew said, fluttering his wings and pecking at the candy left on the table. It wasn't like he actually had to worry about what he was eating these days.
Dream, however, did take some cream in his tea. He normally went with real cream, but living in the Dreaming, well he'd certainly heard of stranger items to eat or drink than oat milk. He wasn't bothered by the substitute. "Thank you." He noted how interwoven Kate's life was with her consort's. How enthusiastically she shared her space and presumably his. He was both glad for his friend, and he felt an aching inside at how he'd recently torn down the rooms he'd built for Nada. For several beings before that. Somehow in all his lifetimes he couldn't get what appeared so easy to work.
He certainly knew that he was in large part to blame, even if he didn't want to accept it.
Trying to brush that melancholy aside, he focused on what she said next. A small, pleased expression briefly passed across his face. "Not all of Will's plays were my favorites, but he did possess a particular talent. He would be very gratified to know that humanity was still performing his work. That was all he wanted. A legacy to leave behind." A beat. "He even performed for the Fae once, to tie in our earlier talk."
"Hey, I know it sounds crazy, but it's not bad at all," Kate pointed out, feeling almost a little defensive of Matt's choices. She filled up a small glass with juice, almost to the brim, and carefully brought it to her desk for the raven to enjoy, along with her own can of soda.
Careful as she didn't want the fizz to pour out or splash her feathery friend, she held the can away as she popped it open, quickly holding it in for a sip after that. The cold bubbles almost tickled in her mouth as Kate drank.
She would have choked on it all if by now she wasn't used to Dream and the things that came out of his mouth sometimes.
"Shakespeare. Of course you know the man himself." She had to wonder, how many dreams had his verses inspired over the years. Had that made Morpheus' work any easier? Like being offered patterns on how to do your work. "Humanity definitely still appreciates his work. Have you watched '10 Things I Hate About You'? That's the real deal."
However, if they were to enjoy their day in Earth, shouldn't she try an offer and new experience for Dream? If that was even possible. Was it possible? How can you surprise someone who lives in the world that feeds imagination itself?
"I'm sure we can find some original play," she offered. "Who knows, you might befriend a new author."
"I have never watched a movie. Though I am familiar with many of them through dreams." Morpheus was old fashioned, he knew. Still, thousands of years art had merely been spoken word and performances. When he'd been captured, film had only barely been around a few decades, not long enough for him to have bothered trying it out for himself. Since then he'd been busy rebuilding his kingdom. "I have from time to time seen live performances, though." His wife had been from ancient Greece, Bast from Egypt, so he'd viewed shows back then. Hob had introduced him to a few, as had Shakespeare and some others.
"I try not to interfere in your realm too often." Dream's finger lightly trailed along the rim of the mug, his only movement. "It is a fine line, being part of your world and influencing it." Something Death managed with such grace and balance, and someone like Desire in Dream's opinion abused. "I suppose I just... I heard him talking one night. He so desperately wanted to hold a mirror up to the soul, to say something that held meaning. He wanted to tell stories that would not only speak to the heart, but unfold what dreams lay within." Dream sounded baffled, bemused, and a touch inspired himself as he talked about his old colleague. It had been so impossibly human, that night listening to Will. "I found him... intriguing."
There had been a few mortals over the years who had perplexed Dream, who had caught his attention beyond the empathy he felt in general for those under his domain.
"You've never watched a movie?" The look Kate shared with Matthew spoke for itself. Funny how against her best judgement, how even when she'd been wondering about this very things moments ago, she could indeed still be surprised by Dream and some of his antics. "You know, the next time you're enjoying your wine and fried chicken at the throne? Give them a try. I promise it will improve the experience."
Then, turning towards Matthew, Kate added something in mere whispers. "I was sure he based his whole aesthetic on The Crow." As if to prove it, she waved a hand towards the raven.
Moving to sit on top of her desk instead, Kate's feet no longer touched the floor. She swung her legs, putting images in her head as Dream described what Shakespeare had been like. A desperate romantic. Literally a drama king. Probably one of those cases in which its better not to meet your heroes.
"I'm sorry," she huffed out a breath, clearly barely able to conceal her shock. "Did you just put me in the same category as freaking Shakespeare?"
"I have never watched a movie. I do not lie." Sometimes he said nothing, other times the truth was embedded in symbolism or veiled, but that was not the same thing as blatant subterfuge. "I know of films through others' dreams." Perhaps he should one day experience a movie theatre, like he had live theatre performances. Was it the same? Did it hold that same energy and sense of community, without that feeding of energy of people literally in front of one? He wouldn't deny that film and television were art, he just wasn't easily moved with the changes in time. For him, two centuries was not long.
Matthew chuckled at Kate's quip, offering back, "I was gonna go with The Smiths but yeah, I like yours better."
Dream chose not to entertain either of them.
It should however come as no surprise that Dream was drawn to the theatre kid in the room, be it Shakespeare or someone else. He had fond memories of the man, even if in retrospect, he knew it had been a rather poor showing on his part to abandon Hob for a night drinking and chatting with the young playwright. Like so many other times, Hob had seemed to forgive Dream. A part of him was glad that he wouldn't miss out on another meeting with his friend.
Dream shifted a little, uncomfortable as always when he seemed to stir a strong emotion in someone else. "We are colleagues, are we not? You have proven yourself to be someone worth knowing. Though granted, in your case, it is not for artistic merit."
"It's totally not the same thing. You haven't experience a movie until you've cheered along with a bunch of strangers as Captain Amertica holds up Thor's hammer for the first time." The Rogers: The Musical adaptation had been more than just a success, it had been a pop culture phenomenon. Definitely not the kinda thing you could just tell people about, it was an experience.
"I'm gonna have to check out The Smiths now," she pointed out to Matthew as Dream pretended to ignore them.
Even though if, broody and moody as he seemed, he never offered Kate anything but kindness between his moments of silence.
"Well, yeah." And Kate wasn't humble to pretend she didn't have his talents. Not even when fishing for compliments. "It just feels a little crazy to think I'm in the same league as one of the most iconic people in history." She turned to Matthew, puckering her lips as she nodded in playful appreciation. "I mean, I'll take it!"
Still, there was a genuine surprise there. She was clearly touched.
"Guess it's already a pretty priviliged club I'm in here. You know, being friends with the King of the Dreaming himself." God, she sounded like a suck up, but it was the truth! "You know, it really means a lot to me that you showed up the last time. Even if you haven't offered a gift, it would have still meant a lot," she explained. "It means a lot that you guys are here now, too."
It should go without saying. But Kate was the kind of person that felt like love was to be shared, it was good to say it outloud when someone meant something to you. As much as complimenting a stranger. Those little things could go a long way.
"Anyway, I've been meaning to ask --"
And yet, before she could say anything, there was a knocking at her door. Maggie was there with a couple of bags in her hand. "Here's lunch, Miss Bishop."
"Kate," she quickly corrected as she slipped off her desk. "God, these guys are so fast. I love this place."
Dream considered his words carefully. He didn't often talk about himself, at least not in detail. He was also careful about what he revealed of those around him. Still, it seemed important to put what he said in context, in case he'd accidentally belittled Kate. "My first... friend... was a human. Is a human. He's been many things over the years. He's a teacher, now. History has no record of him in books, but that has not made him matter less. You are very... human... Kate. I value your company. You represent yourself and your kind well. Whether history tells such a tale or not."
He studied Maggie as she passed off the bag of food to Kate. His head gave an almost imperceptible nod. She stared at him a moment, brow furrowed like she was faintly trying to figure out why something about him felt a touch familiar, why looking at him brought up memories long since locked away, but then she shrugged and smiled before leaving them.
Turning back to the table, Dream leaned forward. He opened the bag and passed out the meals. Pancakes for Matthew, full of syrup and butter. What Kate had ordered Dream handed to her. Then he settled the chicken sandwich in front of himself. It was nicely battered, with crisp tomato and arugula instead of regular lettuce, along with a spicy mayo and pickles. Without saying a word, Dream opened the bun and gave some of the pickles to Matthew. A wordless exchange that bespoke that this was not the first time it happened. Matthew gave a happy caw and dug in, not finding it weird to eat pickles on the side of pancakes.
Looking back at Kate, Dream said, "You were about to inquire about something."
The lunch interruption had given Kate time for Dreams' words to sink in.
Representing her kind.
Dream had a point when he said that sometimes it didn't take the most famous people in humanity to know the true value of people. Sure, in some cases there was a poetic justice when the world celebrated people like Natasha Romanoff, a woman who seemed destined to remain in the shadows but who's name meant nothing but hope and gratitude these days.
So many people wouldn't be celebrated like she was. Would Matt ever reveal his secret identity? Would people remember Peter Parker or would he be immortalized as Spider-Man? In Kate's book, with or without the mask, Peter represented everything that was good about humanity.
She could see Dreams' point now.
Grabbing the packet with her cheesburger and fries, Kate was a little surprised to see Dream like this. Sure, she had grown used to their little encounters, but so many of them involved these crazy missions or simply strolling through fantastic fields. This was Dream, making himself a cup of tea or helping with lunch.
"When it comes to people's dreams, do you like swear secrecy or something like that?"
Unlike his colleagues who seemed eager to dive into their meals, Dream took his time. His sandwich sat for a long moment before he picked it up and gave a small, delicate bite. Even his eating was reserved, like an ancient being who had all the time in the world to swallow a mouthful. He ate and drank as carefully and controlled as he did everything else, taking a slow sip of tea afterwards. Matthew on the other hand was tearing into the pancakes and trying to cajole a fry from Kate, too.
"I do not share one person's dreams with another, no. That would be a betrayal of their unconscious," Dream confirmed with a single nod of his head. "The only instance where I would consider it is if the person wanted their dream shared for a particular reason." That really didn't happen, but he supposed that if Hob desperately wanted Dream to let his dreams by known to his new girlfriend, Dream would share their details. "Most people want to keep their dreams for themselves, or share them personally. Why do you ask?"
"Yeah, that's what I thought." There was lost to be said about someone like Morpheus, but the one thing that Kate could guess was that he had strong work ethics. Maybe not infallible? But then, even Gods were very human in some ways.
"Well, I wouldn't ask for details," she started after swallowing a big bite of her burger. Even as she reached for a fry she did a good job at pretending she couldn't see what Matthew was doing. "But I was wondering if you could tell me if my mom is having good dreams."
Morpheus studied Kate for a long moment, the tea and food once again forgotten in front of him. There wasn't a lack of compassion on his face, but it was accompanied by a reserved wall. He couldn't let his empathy for her situation bleed out into making deals and cracks in his rules. He liked Kate, he truly did, he even considered her a friend. Yet he could not give her special treatment in a manner that compromised how he ran the Dreaming. A one time boon was one thing, details on another dreamer was another. He knew why she asked, and he knew Kate liked to push boundaries, but he had to hold firm this time.
"I cannot talk about another's dreams, Kate." His tone was final, though soft. Frost cresting over the sharp tip of a mountain, to soften the edge with its coldness. There was a momentary pause before he added, "Perhaps it is something you might ask her yourself, though. If you are wondering about her, this is not likely to abate the more you don't seek answers. At least if you face her again you will know whether it was the right or wrong decision." Until then, it would remain an eternal What If, which was the domain of dreams and not meant to be a way to get through days of the living.
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Date: 2025-07-07 03:46 pm (UTC)Of course, Dream did not disappoint. Greece of all places? "You mean the Greece from the Dreaming or the ancient Greece? Maybe the Olympus?" She wouldn't be shocked to hear those gods were real too and that they were old buds to him. "Because if the modern Greece works for you, we are one flight away from making that a reality."
It was a dumb offering, probably. She knew Morpheus could appear himself anywhere. But, as always, it felt natural to offer a hand to a friend.
Speaking of offering...
"Chicken sandwich?" Kate couldn't help but scrunch up her nose in amusement as she imagined Dream sprawled in that imposing throne and with a KFC bucket on his lap. Damn, if she could rule anywhere, that sure would be the way to go. "And pancakes. And updates," she agreed. "Let me check out there if they have the list of what they wanna order. Drinks?"
Kate, of course, wasn't gone for long. And even though New York continuned pouring itself and tapping the windows of the building with rain, everyone's moods seems to have improven. Kate could tell that people were curious, though.
Soon, as she made it back to the office, Kate handed Morpheus a packet of Skittles. "All ready now, lunch shouldn't take long. Trust my Boss Lady word," she teased Matthew. "So, how's Lucienne? And the Dreaming? Trust me, if you want my feedback, everything seems to be running smoothly."
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Date: 2025-07-07 04:18 pm (UTC)"It is the past, Matthew." Dream's voice rolled out like soft thunder. Striking, but not with the singular intent to harm. If anything, he was trying to be kind. To close Matthew off from questions with answers he might not truly want. "It does not do to dwell on it. For your sake."
If only Dream would take his own advice.
His hands remained clasped on the desk, but they tightened a little at the following questions about Greece. "The Greece I once knew. I have not been there in a very long time. There is no reason now to visit." Not now that his son was wishing for death, and he was no longer married. He supposed in his answer he'd let slip that it was therefore someone, or someones, there that had been the draw, rather than the country itself. "It is a pointless game. I cannot grant myself a boon, anyway." Or rather, he would never use his power in that manner.
"Wine," was Dream's immediate answer to what should be drunk.
"You don't drink wine in an office, boss," Matthew stage whispered to him. "Fried chicken and wine nights are just a throne room thing." He was admittedly playing it up a little for Kate's amusement. Dream was so tightly wound he did not let himself indulge in lounging in his throne room with chicken and wine often. It was just when he was completely exhausted and in desperate need of refueling that those nights happened. Still, secretly, Matthew loved those moments. Not to see Dream depleted or upset, but because they made him seem... well. Almost human. Who didn't want to eat shit and get drunk after a rough day?
Dream was exactly as Kate had left him when she returned, like a statute that hadn't moved. Matthew was hopping around her desk inspecting everything on it. Dream gave Kate a perplexed look when she handled him the Skittles. He stared at the package like he was almost unsure what to even do with it. "Lucienne is well. The Dreaming is functioning adequately. We recently had many visitors, so everyone is a bit worn out from that experience."
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Date: 2025-07-07 04:45 pm (UTC)"Well, if it helps, we can still play cards digitally?" Without hands holding cards certainly sounded tricky. "Maybe I'll get you a stylus to hold. I doubt the beak and a touchscreen will go together well." It didn't even agree with gloves at times.
Once Kate walked out of the office, Dream's words echoed in her head. There was something he clearly longed for. Something that, unlike mortal beings or those who could indulge in dreams, he would not be able to experience. Hell, there had to be a reason why he got so broody and enjoyed his friend chiken and wine. Dream claimed he did not want to dwell on what was lost. He could not grant himself a boon to head to the past, but then, would he dare to look forward and into the future?
She hoped those Skittles would allow him to have more colorful thoughts for now, at least.
"Yeah, I don't have any wine in here, sorry." In all honesty, Kate wasn't all that big into wine herself. It was only recently and thanks to Matt, that she agreed to taste it while paired with certain meals, following her partner's suggestions. "But you can have soda or water or sparkly water. Tea or coffee?"
At least, she was glad to hear Lucienne and the other friends she'd made at the Dreaming were doing good. "You mean this experience you had. When you went away?" She teased him a little, but didn't push too much for anwswers.
"So," claiming her seat again, Kate rested her chin on her palm, her elbow on the desk. "We established you can't grant yourself a boon. Or travel in time to the Greece you loved." Or to meet the people she figured he'd once loved, back in the day. "But if you could have a human experience these days? Go to the theater or watch a game maybe? Get shitfaced at a KFC?" Her attention fell on Matthew, the raven who had once been a man. "The Balloon Museum?"
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Date: 2025-07-07 06:56 pm (UTC)"Tea will be fine," Dream replied, ignoring the rest of the rambling from Matthew. Curiously he opened the package of Skittles and poured some out into his hand. He knew what they were via unconscious osmosis, but he'd never personally eaten one. He examined them thoroughly before selecting a single yellow one and eating it. He then held his hand out to Kate and Matthew. The bird quickly grabbed a red and a green in each of his feet.
"Yes. I came into possession of something a great many wanted. Gods and immortals from all over came to lay their claim." Dream sounded tired just remembering all that mess. "It has been dealt with, but it has been a long time since I played host to so many."
"It was a pretty impressive shindig," Matthew cut in. "I mean, until the whole demon fight thing. But hey. All's well that ends well, right? Plus, we got a cool new person staying at the castle. Lady Nuala. You'll love her, Kate. She's from Faerie. Yeah, fucking Faerie, pardon my French. That place is real." His attention then shifted back to Kate. "Wait, Balloon Museum? What's that? ... can I pop them?"
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Date: 2025-07-07 07:45 pm (UTC)At Dream's request, Kate got up, heading for the area in her office where she kept a mini fridge and an electric kettle on the counter. She only stopped to grab a couple of skittles, before she wondered if she had re-stcoked her tea or not.
She could always check at the office's kitchenette.
Thankfully, her secretary was a life-savior. Not only the sweetest girl ever, but always ten steps ahead of anything Kate might need.
Of course, worries about tea blends were forgotten as Dream and Matt shared more about how things had gone in the Dreaming since they had last seen each other. Grabbing a bottle of mineral water, Kate opened the lid of the kettle and started pouring it all in.
That is, until the bottle itself slipped off her hold and was dunked straight into it.
Kate didn't even notice. "I'm sorry, you're talking about faeries? Real fucking faeries like freaking Tinkerbell?" Honestly, this should be getting old by now. Because being shocked around these two? Kate should be used to never know what to expect.
DD would be so disappointed if she hadn't had tea on hand.
Date: 2025-07-07 08:03 pm (UTC)"We should all get dream drunk sometime," Matthew mused. "You know. Really cut lose. No, that's not a bad word," he added, seeing the look on Dream's face at the prospect of cutting lose.
Noticing the bottle slip, Dream thought nothing of finally moving. Rising up, he moved to the kettle and reached in to help remove the bottle. His sleeve was wet when he pulled it back, but a moment later, utterly dry. He set the bottle aside and studied the kettle, trying to figure out how to turn it on. Just the on button, surely? He pressed it.
"Not precisely like Tinkerbelle, but yes. Faeries. The Lady Nuala has chosen to remain in the Dreaming, after it was revealed she may not return to her homeland." Honestly, Dream felt terribly for her. He'd never liked the thought of slavery, had always found it cruel. That Titania had given away one of her subjects was... unthinkable to Dream. No doubt worse for Nuala. "... she could use a friend, actually. Another friend," he was quick to add, before Matthew objected. "She is a young woman, for her species, betrayed by Queen and kin. She saved her people, and they thought nothing of doing this."
Matthew looked at Kate and whispered, "You know that meme about having a pet one day and you'd already kill everyone if something happened to it? That's Dream when someone fucks with someone in the Dreaming." He was teasing, but also, this was what he actually liked about his boss. Sure, Dream was proud and stiff and sometimes cold, but he was already doing all he could for a woman who'd faced heartbreak under his roof but days ago.
If the tea was really gone it would be his own doing/giving Kate the habit of drinking more tea ;P
Date: 2025-07-07 08:54 pm (UTC)Kate never wasted time that could be spent befriending those around them. And people in the Dreaming were no exception. Who didn't want a dragon for a friend anyway? Dream was living proof of that. Or he would be, if he was alive. Existing proof perhaps? Either way, Kate watched in delight as he came over to give her a hand, always enjoying watching him as he did the most domestic of tasks. She doubted that many had her luck.
And yet, that was only a brief distraction as Dream now gave her a little more context on this new guest in the Dreaming. "It's crazy, because I heard so many stories about faeries being either these cute little things or totally terrible monsters." Doing unspeakable things to those who dared to wander into their territory. Sort of like going to a game and realizing you're celebrating at the wrong side of the stadium. "But hey, if you say she's cool and she needs a distraction from whatever it is going on with her, you know she's always welcome to come hang here. We can do touristy things if she's new to New York." Hanging with a nice faery? It was the sort of experience Kate would be super happy to try.
Then, without thinking, she added. "Besides, my Matt? He is the best cook ever, I'm sure he'll be able to impress you guys." Grabbing the box of tea out of the cabinet, she was quick to take out a little bag, placing it in a white mug with Bishop Security's logo on it. "If he knew you were coming I'm sure he would have been happy to thank you for what you did for us, Dream."
He'll petition for a separate tea cabinet. It's a normal thing for a home/office to have.
Date: 2025-07-07 09:22 pm (UTC)He accepted the mug with a nod of thanks, waiting for the water to heat up. Unlike Matt, Dream gave no indication right away that he cared what the particular blend was. He had his preferences, but he was too polite a guest to do anything but accept whatever was offered. Since knowing Matt though, the tea supply stocked in Kate's office was only of the highest quality. Dream knew this tea when he smelled it. With a small frown he reached out to read the tiny package. "Earl Grey Bella Luna." A small smile came to his lips. "Your proprietor has good taste." It was a blend that marketed itself as tied to the beautiful moon, sold on full moon days. It had the familiar Earl Grey bergamot notes, but softened with the addition of coconut and cream flavors. Matt had gotten it both for the coconut and as an in-joke for Kate, since they talked about being werewolves. Dream found a different meaning in it, with the association of night and the sky.
"The Fae are... what they are." He knew that was unhelpful. "They can be fickle and mercurial, spiteful and mischievous. They can also be glorious and curious, playful and passionate. I was very close with them, once upon a time. They have left this realm a number of centuries ago now. As for your consort, I am not opposed to meeting him. He need not thank me for the boon granted, though. That was yours to do with as you wish." Taking a sip of the tea he added, "You never did say what a balloon museum is, either."
There's one in both offices, the penthouse and the apartment. Also, werewolf!tea 😂💜
Date: 2025-07-07 09:58 pm (UTC)As Dream most probably took this suggestion very seriously, Kate turned her attention back on Matthew. "Hey, do you want some water or something? Soda?" She was already turning to open her minifridge and take a can of Coke out. "Orange and pineapple juice?"
But it was Dream who got her attention back. "Oh, yeah, Matt is the real expert when it comes to tea and always brings a new blend when he comes to the office." Something that was happening more and more often lately. Plenty of times he had come over, specially now that he had moved into her apartment and stopping at the office was right on the way home. Of course, he'd memorized so many names and befrieneded almost everyone at Bishop Security.
Kate had also noticed some looks. Maggie, who Kate refuesed to address as her secretary, definitely had the same dreamy look sure Kate had developed since she had fallen for his charm.
Dream's deep voice, ironically, brought her back from her own daydreams. "Huh? Oh, yeah! I know it's not needed, that's not how gifts work. But I'm sure Matt would be happy to meet you. Just as I'd love to meet this Lady Nuala." Because if Kate had learned something that was for sure to never turn down a supernatural opportunity. "Oh, the Balloon Museum! Right." Matthew had been curious about it. Surprisingly, so was Dream? "Well, it's kind of what it says on the lid. An exhibition full of inflatable things to mess around with. To bounce on or take pictures with. I don't know, it's silly and fun."
And probably not crow friendly.
I have both a tea pantry at home and Bella Luna tea so I couldn't resist, LOL.
Date: 2025-07-07 10:40 pm (UTC)... plus he really, really could not exist for eternity if he drunk dialed Thessaly. Nada at least he couldn't find so far, so small favors in her not being a possibility for this?
"Orange juice, I'll stick with a breakfast theme," Matthew decided.
"And do you bring new things to him to try?" Dream questioned regarding Matt bringing tea for Kate. He took his mug back to the desk, sitting down and setting the drink in front of him. His posture was once again perfect and he watched the steam faintly curl upwards in tendrils.
"We will make introductions then." A beat. "Not at a balloon museum." It sounded a little too undignified for his taste. "I do not mind theatre shows and musical performances. Or visiting parks. When I can spare the time." He did often lock himself away in the Dreaming, though per Death's urging, he'd do a better job if he interacted with people more. That had been one reason he'd gotten to know Kate.
with the coconut, how could you resist? XD These perfect little details give me life <3
Date: 2025-07-07 11:01 pm (UTC)Just in case.
"Orange and pineapple juice it is," at least, serving her raven friend came as a good distraction. As so did Dream's question.
"Huh, well, I do get some stuff for him from time to time, but Matt sort of has a particular palate." She had given him Doritos and Takis once. It was still one of her highlights in their relationship so far. "I always make sure to have -- Oh, there's oat milk if you want that instea of juice, Matthew." Kate had only unscrewed the lid so far anyway. "Sorry, I keep it for his drinks but then almost forget it's there." She turned to Dream then. "Do you want some with your tea?"
It wasn't a real shocker to hear Dream wasn't too thrilled with the Balloon Museum, but the plan to all of them go together to some play? That, she could arrange. "Well, I'm pretty sure there's a new season of 'Skakespeare at the Park' in C.P." She offered. "Even Matthew could join us then." A beat. "Unless Shakespeare is not your thing."
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Date: 2025-07-07 11:35 pm (UTC)Dream, however, did take some cream in his tea. He normally went with real cream, but living in the Dreaming, well he'd certainly heard of stranger items to eat or drink than oat milk. He wasn't bothered by the substitute. "Thank you." He noted how interwoven Kate's life was with her consort's. How enthusiastically she shared her space and presumably his. He was both glad for his friend, and he felt an aching inside at how he'd recently torn down the rooms he'd built for Nada. For several beings before that. Somehow in all his lifetimes he couldn't get what appeared so easy to work.
He certainly knew that he was in large part to blame, even if he didn't want to accept it.
Trying to brush that melancholy aside, he focused on what she said next. A small, pleased expression briefly passed across his face. "Not all of Will's plays were my favorites, but he did possess a particular talent. He would be very gratified to know that humanity was still performing his work. That was all he wanted. A legacy to leave behind." A beat. "He even performed for the Fae once, to tie in our earlier talk."
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Date: 2025-07-09 08:02 pm (UTC)Careful as she didn't want the fizz to pour out or splash her feathery friend, she held the can away as she popped it open, quickly holding it in for a sip after that. The cold bubbles almost tickled in her mouth as Kate drank.
She would have choked on it all if by now she wasn't used to Dream and the things that came out of his mouth sometimes.
"Shakespeare. Of course you know the man himself." She had to wonder, how many dreams had his verses inspired over the years. Had that made Morpheus' work any easier? Like being offered patterns on how to do your work. "Humanity definitely still appreciates his work. Have you watched '10 Things I Hate About You'? That's the real deal."
However, if they were to enjoy their day in Earth, shouldn't she try an offer and new experience for Dream? If that was even possible. Was it possible? How can you surprise someone who lives in the world that feeds imagination itself?
"I'm sure we can find some original play," she offered. "Who knows, you might befriend a new author."
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Date: 2025-07-09 08:15 pm (UTC)"I try not to interfere in your realm too often." Dream's finger lightly trailed along the rim of the mug, his only movement. "It is a fine line, being part of your world and influencing it." Something Death managed with such grace and balance, and someone like Desire in Dream's opinion abused. "I suppose I just... I heard him talking one night. He so desperately wanted to hold a mirror up to the soul, to say something that held meaning. He wanted to tell stories that would not only speak to the heart, but unfold what dreams lay within." Dream sounded baffled, bemused, and a touch inspired himself as he talked about his old colleague. It had been so impossibly human, that night listening to Will. "I found him... intriguing."
There had been a few mortals over the years who had perplexed Dream, who had caught his attention beyond the empathy he felt in general for those under his domain.
Hob. Shakespeare. Thessaly. Nada. Constantine. Kate.
"I suppose... you have intrigued me, too."
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Date: 2025-07-09 08:43 pm (UTC)Then, turning towards Matthew, Kate added something in mere whispers. "I was sure he based his whole aesthetic on The Crow." As if to prove it, she waved a hand towards the raven.
Moving to sit on top of her desk instead, Kate's feet no longer touched the floor. She swung her legs, putting images in her head as Dream described what Shakespeare had been like. A desperate romantic. Literally a drama king. Probably one of those cases in which its better not to meet your heroes.
"I'm sorry," she huffed out a breath, clearly barely able to conceal her shock. "Did you just put me in the same category as freaking Shakespeare?"
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Date: 2025-07-09 09:00 pm (UTC)Matthew chuckled at Kate's quip, offering back, "I was gonna go with The Smiths but yeah, I like yours better."
Dream chose not to entertain either of them.
It should however come as no surprise that Dream was drawn to the theatre kid in the room, be it Shakespeare or someone else. He had fond memories of the man, even if in retrospect, he knew it had been a rather poor showing on his part to abandon Hob for a night drinking and chatting with the young playwright. Like so many other times, Hob had seemed to forgive Dream. A part of him was glad that he wouldn't miss out on another meeting with his friend.
Dream shifted a little, uncomfortable as always when he seemed to stir a strong emotion in someone else. "We are colleagues, are we not? You have proven yourself to be someone worth knowing. Though granted, in your case, it is not for artistic merit."
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Date: 2025-07-09 09:23 pm (UTC)"I'm gonna have to check out The Smiths now," she pointed out to Matthew as Dream pretended to ignore them.
Even though if, broody and moody as he seemed, he never offered Kate anything but kindness between his moments of silence.
"Well, yeah." And Kate wasn't humble to pretend she didn't have his talents. Not even when fishing for compliments. "It just feels a little crazy to think I'm in the same league as one of the most iconic people in history." She turned to Matthew, puckering her lips as she nodded in playful appreciation. "I mean, I'll take it!"
Still, there was a genuine surprise there. She was clearly touched.
"Guess it's already a pretty priviliged club I'm in here. You know, being friends with the King of the Dreaming himself." God, she sounded like a suck up, but it was the truth! "You know, it really means a lot to me that you showed up the last time. Even if you haven't offered a gift, it would have still meant a lot," she explained. "It means a lot that you guys are here now, too."
It should go without saying. But Kate was the kind of person that felt like love was to be shared, it was good to say it outloud when someone meant something to you. As much as complimenting a stranger. Those little things could go a long way.
"Anyway, I've been meaning to ask --"
And yet, before she could say anything, there was a knocking at her door. Maggie was there with a couple of bags in her hand. "Here's lunch, Miss Bishop."
"Kate," she quickly corrected as she slipped off her desk. "God, these guys are so fast. I love this place."
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Date: 2025-07-09 09:37 pm (UTC)He studied Maggie as she passed off the bag of food to Kate. His head gave an almost imperceptible nod. She stared at him a moment, brow furrowed like she was faintly trying to figure out why something about him felt a touch familiar, why looking at him brought up memories long since locked away, but then she shrugged and smiled before leaving them.
Turning back to the table, Dream leaned forward. He opened the bag and passed out the meals. Pancakes for Matthew, full of syrup and butter. What Kate had ordered Dream handed to her. Then he settled the chicken sandwich in front of himself. It was nicely battered, with crisp tomato and arugula instead of regular lettuce, along with a spicy mayo and pickles. Without saying a word, Dream opened the bun and gave some of the pickles to Matthew. A wordless exchange that bespoke that this was not the first time it happened. Matthew gave a happy caw and dug in, not finding it weird to eat pickles on the side of pancakes.
Looking back at Kate, Dream said, "You were about to inquire about something."
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Date: 2025-07-09 10:36 pm (UTC)Representing her kind.
Dream had a point when he said that sometimes it didn't take the most famous people in humanity to know the true value of people. Sure, in some cases there was a poetic justice when the world celebrated people like Natasha Romanoff, a woman who seemed destined to remain in the shadows but who's name meant nothing but hope and gratitude these days.
So many people wouldn't be celebrated like she was. Would Matt ever reveal his secret identity? Would people remember Peter Parker or would he be immortalized as Spider-Man? In Kate's book, with or without the mask, Peter represented everything that was good about humanity.
She could see Dreams' point now.
Grabbing the packet with her cheesburger and fries, Kate was a little surprised to see Dream like this. Sure, she had grown used to their little encounters, but so many of them involved these crazy missions or simply strolling through fantastic fields. This was Dream, making himself a cup of tea or helping with lunch.
"When it comes to people's dreams, do you like swear secrecy or something like that?"
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Date: 2025-07-09 10:59 pm (UTC)"I do not share one person's dreams with another, no. That would be a betrayal of their unconscious," Dream confirmed with a single nod of his head. "The only instance where I would consider it is if the person wanted their dream shared for a particular reason." That really didn't happen, but he supposed that if Hob desperately wanted Dream to let his dreams by known to his new girlfriend, Dream would share their details. "Most people want to keep their dreams for themselves, or share them personally. Why do you ask?"
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Date: 2025-07-09 11:13 pm (UTC)"Well, I wouldn't ask for details," she started after swallowing a big bite of her burger. Even as she reached for a fry she did a good job at pretending she couldn't see what Matthew was doing. "But I was wondering if you could tell me if my mom is having good dreams."
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Date: 2025-07-09 11:24 pm (UTC)"I cannot talk about another's dreams, Kate." His tone was final, though soft. Frost cresting over the sharp tip of a mountain, to soften the edge with its coldness. There was a momentary pause before he added, "Perhaps it is something you might ask her yourself, though. If you are wondering about her, this is not likely to abate the more you don't seek answers. At least if you face her again you will know whether it was the right or wrong decision." Until then, it would remain an eternal What If, which was the domain of dreams and not meant to be a way to get through days of the living.