[The dreams had started the night after that red haired man--Simon--showed up. At first Jack hadn't been able to figure them out, because unlike a lot of his dreams they weren't literal recreations of his memories. They were, he supposed, more like 'normal' dreams; pieces of things that had happened jumbled together into a generally nonsensical mess as his brain sorted through its contents. And to be fair to his brain, it had a whole lot more to try and sort through than most other sentient creatures.
They weren't bad dreams, really. More confusing than anything else, because it kept feeling like there was a common thread but he couldn't figure it out at first, let alone why they kept repeating. Not in the same order, or at least he didn't think so, but still the same scenes: An empty room in the house he'd dared to call a home with Bess. The transport ship that got him home after the first time he enlisted. His bunk at the Time Academy dormitory. A mostly-empty storage building behind the orphanage.
The odd thing, especially for Jack, was the lack of any threat in any of those places. There should have been some monster lurking there--the ones who attacked Boeshane, something he'd dealt with when he was at the Agency, anything. But there wasn't. He was always alone, just sitting or standing there, when he'd rarely been that still in any of his lives.
They haven't been unsettling enough to have him bolting out of bed in a cold sweat or anything, but he has been spending quite a while awake trying to figure out what the hell is going on, trying to be quiet to keep from waking Ianto. Tonight, though, even though the dreams weren't any different, almost as soon as he wakes up Jack thinks he's finally figured out what the hell his brain has been chewing on. And it's so stupid and obvious that he barely holds back a growl of frustration before standing up, intending to head to the kitchen to do…something to distract himself until he can at least feign sleep for a bit longer.]
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[action spam, about two weeks after the Lordens' arrival]
Date: 2023-11-26 04:48 am (UTC)They weren't bad dreams, really. More confusing than anything else, because it kept feeling like there was a common thread but he couldn't figure it out at first, let alone why they kept repeating. Not in the same order, or at least he didn't think so, but still the same scenes: An empty room in the house he'd dared to call a home with Bess. The transport ship that got him home after the first time he enlisted. His bunk at the Time Academy dormitory. A mostly-empty storage building behind the orphanage.
The odd thing, especially for Jack, was the lack of any threat in any of those places. There should have been some monster lurking there--the ones who attacked Boeshane, something he'd dealt with when he was at the Agency, anything. But there wasn't. He was always alone, just sitting or standing there, when he'd rarely been that still in any of his lives.
They haven't been unsettling enough to have him bolting out of bed in a cold sweat or anything, but he has been spending quite a while awake trying to figure out what the hell is going on, trying to be quiet to keep from waking Ianto. Tonight, though, even though the dreams weren't any different, almost as soon as he wakes up Jack thinks he's finally figured out what the hell his brain has been chewing on. And it's so stupid and obvious that he barely holds back a growl of frustration before standing up, intending to head to the kitchen to do…something to distract himself until he can at least feign sleep for a bit longer.]