[[Sample/Starter for a plot I have that can be found in this journal.]]
The ground shifted violently beneath Cole's feet, knocking him to the ground and effectively knocking the air from his lungs. As his gasped and struggled to regain a normal breathing pattern, he wondered at the fact that he was still unused to some of the Dreamscape's shifts. Not all of them were violent like the one that had just happened. Some of them were barely noticeable and the scenery around seemed to melt and shift into something new. Still the shifts were always without any real pattern. Sometimes, Cole could spend what seemed like days walking around and nothing would change and at other times, the shifts would be in short intervals that seemed only like minutes or sometimes, although rarely, like seconds.
That was another thing. Time seemed to pass strangely and sometimes even seemed to pass backwards instead of forwards. Cole could still never figure out how to count the time or even the days. He was unsure of how long he had actually been wandering in the Dreamscape.
Cole looked around before he decided to lift himself from the ground. It was a forest this time. Before, he had been trapped in what seemed like a nighmare set in a dark, forbidding house with too many doors and twisting hallways that seemed to stretch and move. Cole hated when he was in a nightmare because he never exactly knew what to expect. And it was dangerous. He had learned that if he was hurt in the Dreamscape, it was a real injury so he assumed that if he were to die he would die in Reality.
As Cole began to pick himself up from the ground which was becoming uncomfortable because he landed on a knot of branches, he realized there was a weight on his chest. He glanced down to seem a girl, semi-unconscious on top of him and he hope that this would not be like one of those times that she turned out to be a monster from someone's dream. That happened sometimes. He often met dreamers wandering around their own dreams but it was hard to talk to them because they were distant and hardly there as they played like actors on a stage, immersed in their own role in their dream.