<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">Lizelle</div></span><br/><br/>Dreams were not always the fun reprieve that most people found them to be. Lizelle had come to accept this some time ago, but still sometimes found herself upset when her nighttime adventures turned bad. She was hesitant to call them nightmares simply because usually there weren't even any monsters or violence involved - the scary things found in a child's mind. For the most part they simply involved a loss of control and a strong feeling of impending doom. As she grew older she found that she could alter those dreams in some small ways - her dim, drowsy thoughts could influence the course of events. The problem was, her thoughts weren't always pleasant.<br/><br/>With that in mind she sat upright in a strange, not-quite-right world and sighed.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, this is odd,</span>she thought as sprouts erupted from the ground around her and started to climb up to the sky. Before they grew so wide and tall as to block out her entire view, she noticed other people around her. Curiously she waved at them, wondering if they'd turn out to be anyone she knew. She'd read somewhere once that you never made people up in your dreams - you simply reused faces you'd seen while awake, even if you didn't remember it.<br/><br/>Curious, she stood up and dusted herself off, then touched one of the freshly grown trees. It felt oddly real under her fingers and she wondered if she shouldn't have had that cheesecake as a midnight snack. It had smelled a little off ... In any case, she was there now and wanted to find out who those people were. "Hello!" she called out as loudly as she could.