I had a dream quite similar to Sayber's, dispite the fact that I am a
Consanguine. Here is what I recall from that dream.

Dark pool.
Clutching a golden blade, a plated arm rises up from a massive square
slab of iron as homage to the God of Valor.
You see a single exit leading north.

You close your eyes, curl up in a ball, and fall asleep.

Sylfid backs away, trying to decide if the creatures are hungry or just
friendly.

You open your eyes and yawn mightily.

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.

On a cheery green hilltop.
This is a warm, sunlit hilltop only shadowed by the cooling sprawl of a
thick-leaved tree. The grass trembles in a passing breeze, presumably
the same gentle winds that stir the leaves of the tree and the cluster
of violet flowers clumped at the tree's base, but you cannot feel it
against your skin. Among the flowers dart small animals - a squirrel
here, or perhaps a rabbit there - but it is difficult to determine their
nature as they are little more than shadowy flickers among the petals.
The hill's base fades into the blackness of an abyss, starkly contrasted
to the pale blue sky above. Sylfid is here, hidden. She wields a tower
shield in her left hand.
There are no obvious exits.

Sylfid shudders violently.

You blink.

The familiar smell of grass meets your nose, as does a strange new
vista.

You say, "Where are we?"

Sylfid says in small voice, "I didn't do this.".

You scratch your head in confusion.

Sylfid says, "Somewhere... else. Were you sleeping too, when you were
taken?"

A few dozen furry creatures, uncertain in shape or nature, sit still in
the grass, watching you and the other in quiet observation.

You say, "I was sleeping."

You discern that you are standing in the Garden of the Gods.
Your environment conforms to that of Garden.
This location is capable of producing the following commodities:
scant traces of cloth
You are in Plane of Creation.

You say, "We're in the Garden...?"

One of the creatures trots forward, sniffing at the vampire's bare feet.

Sylfid says, "These creatures... I think they might have something to do
with this."

Sylfid grabs holds of a nearby branch and swings up and out of sight
into the treetops.
Sylfid swings gracefully up from the ground.

Sylfid snaps her fingers.

You say, "You said you were sleeping, but woke here?"

Sylfid nods her head solemnly.

The creature, sometimes possessing long ears of a rabbit, sometimes the
distinctive tail of a small monkey, jumps forward and lands flat atop
the vampire's foot as if in experiment. Plop!

A loud chattering, almost on the fringes of language, call from the many
creatures assembled in the grass and seemingly, by the sound of it, in
the branches of the tree.

You say, "I think they're friendly. Or at least see that we aren't a
threat."

Sylfid tries to reach out and touch one of the creatures, but they're
too fast... She ends up grasping air instead.

Sylfid says, "They seem a bit... chaotic, though."

You say, "Yeah..."

You say, "Did you have a dream before you awoke here?"

The critter jumps again from Spiegel's boot and, apparently bored,
skitters back to its companions. The chattering grows louder.

Sylfid says, "No dream I hadn't had before, I think. Have you?"

You shake your head.

You say, "Consanguine. Can't dream."

Comprehension flashes across Sylfid's face.

Sylfid peers at you unscrupulously.

Sylfid says, "That must be horrible."

You almost begin to hear words in the chattering, though you could not
say if the chattering is that of a cat or squirrel.

The chattering grows louder and the creatures scatter into the grass,
little more than darting shadows.

Bane of the Guides, Delusional Spiegel Yadumey looks around before
casually sitting on the grass, leaning back into the tree for support.

The abyss at the bottom of the hill grows closer, swallowing you into
the familiar darkness of deep sleep.

Your exhausted mind can stay awake no longer, and you fall into a deep
sleep.

You open your eyes and yawn mightily.

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.

Dark pool.
Clutching a golden blade, a plated arm rises up from a massive square
slab of iron as homage to the God of Valor.
You see a single exit leading north.

You tell Sylfid, "Umm..."

Sylfid tells you, "Spiegel? Was I only dreaming? Or do you remember it,
too?"

You tell Sylfid, "Did you experience that too?"

You tell Sylfid, "Well, looks like I'm not losing my mind. Not alone, at
least."

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Niuran, in the year 161 MA.