28 Cylus 720
Balthazar, being the more experienced navigator of dreams, wanted to go first but it was Devin who proclaimed some form of understanding. A treasure chamber? Now that was something Balthazar wanted to see. He let Devin enter first and when a shrill scream filled the air, Balthazar went in after him. He hadn't thought of the danger that could await, only the danger the bard was in. Balthazar had made Devin lucid and so he felt personally responsible for anything that might happen to Devin while he was in the dreamscape. But there was no danger- just a long slide with colors flashing by Balthazar.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, over and over and over again until suddenly Balthazar slid off the slide and crashed into a bouncy grass field that propelled him up into the air enough for him to try and right himself before landing on his feet, which he did.
"What the hell was that?" Balthazar asked in unison with Devin. "So, no treasure I take it?" Balthazar saw Devin's image flicker and wondered if the dreamer was waking. That was always the fastest way out a dream and generally the most sudden as well. "You alright?"