DW - Witch Dream Scene (Patreon)

I did something similar to this with Villain but I do have a few write ups that I have done a long time ago and since I won't be using them. Here you go. This scene follows a witch dragging you + companions into an almost perfect dream.

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Your eyes slowly open, a feeling of nausea overwhelming you before suddenly leaving your body all at once.

“Well that’s one way to land,” a deep voice laughs, appearing in front of you. He squats and offers you his hand. Your father ... your real father.

“Dad?” you ask in confusion. Your eyes darting around, trying to figure out where you were. It was a beautiful yet simple farm. You surmise that it was currently autumn, thanks to the warm colors that surround you. You could see a well-kept wooden gate to your left, and further out rests forests and mountains. The sky was filled with cottony white clouds, leisurely moving in the sky. You sat upon light colored dirt, in an open field. But not a far walk away, you could see a tall and sturdy appearing lodge.

Your father grabs your hand and brings you to your feet, slapping you on the back lightly as he chuckles.

“I told you it was harder than it looks,” he tells you.

“Dad?” you question again and he raises a brow.

“What’s wrong? Did that fall knock you out more than I originally thought?” Perhaps it wasn’t the fact that you were seeing your father that drew confusion, for you had seen him a few weeks ago, with your own eyes. But his appearance was not the same, he was younger - and happier. Then there was your location. You can’t quite remember where you were before this, but it was not this place.

#Hug him.

In one fluid motion, you wrap your arms around you father and bring him into a tight hug.

“I’m just, really happy to see you is all.” After you let him go, he cocks his head to the side and raise a brow, some of his hair falling over his eyes.

“Yep, it’s official. That fall knocked your brain loose.” You chuckle and shake your head.

“I’m fine, really.”

#Question your location.

“Where are we?”

“Um, at home? Where else?”

“How did I get here though? I don’t understand.” He cocks his head to the side and raise a brow, some of his hair falling over his eyes.

“Yep, it’s official. That fall knocked your brain loose.” You chuckle and shake your head.

“I’m fine, really.”

#Continue staring.

Words don’t seem to form and you instead continue to stare at your father. He looks behind him, and then at himself, looking around awkwardly.

“Yep, it’s official. That fall knocked your brain loose.” You shake your head and chuckle lightly.

“I’m fine, really.”

“I would hope so,” you hear another voice say and look past him to see a beautiful woman walking towards you. “I told your father that if he damages you, I’m damaging him.” Your father laughs as he grabs the woman by the waist and pulls her in, hugging her. Understanding slowly comes over you and your body trembles slightly.

“Mom?”

“Dear, are you okay?” she asks, leaving your father’s embrace to comfort you. She rests her hands on the side of your face and you, for a minute, relish the feeling of her hands upon your face.

#Push her away.

You shake your head and push her away lightly, truly confused now. Your mother, both of them, were dead. Who was this woman? Your ‘mother’ looks hurt and takes another step towards you.

#Hug her.

You shake your head and wrap your arms around her, pulling her close to you and hugging her tightly.

“Honey,” she says softly, a soothing voice that you could only dream of hearing.

You can’t help the tears that flow down your face, your legs growing weak as emotion after emotion overcome you.

“Shh, I’m here. I’ll always be here baby. Shh, it’s fine,” she says, only causing you to cry even more. You look up at her and then over at your father who seems genuinely confused.

“How?” you ask both of them, neither should be here. Somewhere deep inside, you know you shouldn’t be there.

“I’m worried. That fall ${he} took,” your father begins but you immediately stop him, shaking your head.

“It wasn’t the fall. This, all of this, it’s not real. I just saw you a few weeks ago. And you,” you look at your mother, your heart aching. You want her to truly be there, for all of this to truly be real.

“And why can’t it be?” your mother asks, cupping your cheek, “this can be real if you want it to be.”

“Why would I want this to be real? What does this world have that the other doesn’t?”

“For one, us,” your father chuckles, walking over to the fence and sitting on it, raising a brow at you.

“Indeed,” she agrees, “it also doesn’t involve any war, any pain. Look around my love, everything is as it should be. This is what you dream of, what both of you dream of.” The last part catches your attention and you turn to search for ${dname}, finding him nowhere.

“Look there,” your mother point in the far distance where three figures are flying in the air. From your current distance you can tell that one of the figures are smaller than the other two. You can’t tell exactly what’s going on, but you can tell that they are playing, one of the big ones would fly pass the small one, and the small one would give chase.

“Something that both of you dream of, why give it up?” she asks, setting your attention back on her.

# “But it’s just a dream.”

“This is a dream though, it’s not real.”

“It can be if you want it to be,” your father corrects, “and you don’t have to do anything but stay here with us.”

# “What happens to me in the real world?”

“Nothing that you will feel,” your father begins, “the real world will fade, and this will be your real world. Think of it like this, multiple dimensions exist, you simply are existing in one where everything is right.”

# “But what am I giving up by staying?”

“Pain. Heartache. Tragedy. I don’t see why any of these things would appeal to you, especially when you can be here instead,” your father tells you.

“Just . . .” You gaze around at the landscape yet again, the wind slowly blowing by. What if this could indeed be yours, this life and all that encompassed it? A beautiful home, set in the beautiful countryside? With a beautiful family and a happy dragon and life?

“Come my child, we can explain inside.” You follow your parents inside, taking one look at the dragons that seem to be traveling towards the mountains. You wonder if that was really ${dname} or if it was simply another element of your dream. If it was, did you truly have the right to take away his happiness as well?

The room you were currently standing in resembled a humble kitchen. You take a seat at the table, across from your parents. It still was a bit shocking, being able to look at both of them. Your mother alive and your father appearing younger and much more joyful.

“Like we explained before, this world is not like your other. That’s not to say that this world doesn’t have its flaws, there’s been war, every world has it. But the war that plagues your world, it doesn’t plague this one. Here, you can be happy in ways that you were never happy before.”

“And the others, those that I was traveling with? Where are they, what are they going through?”

*if saren_present = false

“They’re in this world as well,” your father tells you with a wide smile, “and like you they can be happy as well. The war in Samaria is non-existent, Nyx is to be her older brother’s dragon advisor like planned. Shader lives in Thorncliff along with both parents, he never was threatened because he never found the egg. Cassius is about to become the Duke and we hear that he is one of the best swordsmen to this day.”

*if saren_present = true

“They’re in this world as well,” your father tells you with a wide smile, “and like you they can be happy as well. The war in Samaria is non-existent, Nyx is to be her older brother’s dragon advisor like planned. Shader lives in Thorncliff along with both parents, he never was threatened because he never found the egg. Cassius is about to become the Duke and we hear that he is one of the best swordsmen to this day. And Saren is happy with his sister and a father that’s proud of him.”

Your mother rests both of her hands on yours, staring deeply into your eyes, “all of those that you call your friends, they’re happy. Why take that away from them? Why take this happiness away from you?”

You sit in silence, thinking about their words.