<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Christopher</span></div><br/><br/>His eye's opened in his mind's playground, the things that sprouted from the dreamworld he had been exploring every night for the past week. Christopher Reed was a lucid dreamer more by rote and determination, plucky British characteristics if ever there were any, and the things he dreamed were slowly coming under his control by pure force of will. This was all for a purpose. Of course, that meant that sometimes he lost control of what was happening, because not all dreams could be so easily handled, but never had he lost control quite like this.<br/><br/>A tree sprouted up from the ground right underneath him, as if to spear him on it's leafy tip.<br/><br/>"Cor blimey!" Christopher leapt up and out of the way as the tree grew right past him. Then he muttered, eyeing the timber warily. "Barmy trees? Going to be one of those sort, is it?"<br/><br/>Just like that he straightened his clothes, sleeping pajamas, and looked around. This was the first time he'd ever been in a dream with people he didn't know the names of, but he'd also read about this once as well. Even strangers in one's dreams were simply faces that the mind collected from your other memories, those people that you 'saw' but didn't pay attention to. The brain was interesting in how it put all it's useless information to work. Still, though, he didn't much see the point in introducing himself to figments of his imagination.<br/><br/>"Hello then, yes, right, hello..." He responded to all the greetings being tossed around, but didn't pay much attention to any one of them. Instead, he was looking around for a way to leave this dream-forest. Nothing good ever happened in dream-forests, not for him.