An eccentric woman hellbent on invading the restful dreams others and making them exciting. A muse that that no one asked for or wanted. Author's intended pronunciation for her fantasy name: Like "Sonia" (Sewn-ya), but with an 'm' in the middle of it. Not pronounced like insomnia.

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Every night, when I close my eyes and drift asleep, I never dream my own dreams. Instead, I find myself in an ephemeral train terminal, a strange place where the platform display still buzzes dimly, but none of the destinations read real places. There are other people like me, other people who are able to walk in the space between dreams. I see them riding on the trains sometimes, see them waiting in the station. But ours is a rare kind. Very rare. We've taken to calling ourselves Dreamwalkers, and this place supplanting our own dreams seems to be some kind of collective lucid dream. The trains that fill the station allow us to enter the dreams of others. And unlike reality, the lights stay on, and the trains actually run on time!

I don't bother to read the platform display when I pick the train I'll be riding tonight. In fact, I never do. The display, if I bothered to read it, would tell me what kind of dream the train is taking me to. But it's more fun when I don't know. I crave the chaos and excitement that comes with stepping into a brand new world that I know nothing about. After all, dreams can never pose a threat to my person, because nothing in them is real, so there's no reason for me not to explore! I hop onto the nearest train to me without discretion, giggling excitedly as I think about what's in store for me tonight.

"Gee golly willikers!" I exclaim, smiling widely and plopping myself down on a cushioned bench inside the train. "I'm chipper to see what kind of dream I'll find myself in today!"

The closing of the cabin doors and gentle chugging of the train tells me it won't be long now. I can hardly stay in my seat and have to fidget with some of my wild pink hair to settle my nervous energy. Just as I'm considering the idea of jumping up onto the table and doing an improvised jig, the lightheadedness starts to hit me. I'm not concerned. Lightheadedness always comes before breaching a dream. I let myself pass out on the bench.

I feel the tickle of grass on my nose, waking me up and instantly restoring my vigor. I sit up, eager to see what kind of dream I've entered into. A gentle breeze sweeps across the picturesque meadow stretching out before me, rustling the green fields and sending dandelion seeds flying through the air in a slow waltz. How drab! The wind itself is crisp and cool with a slightly pleasant, ionized smell that comes with recent rainfall. What a bore! The song of birds and the bubbling of a nearby brook seems to add to the melodious serenity that permeates this place. Simply dreadful! The far off mountains have a blue tint and stand like watchful guardians over the whole scene, settling a deep sense of calm over everything. Jumping Jehoshaphat, that's bland!

"Bloody hell, mon cheri!" I shout, shattering the tranquility of this place while my heterochromatic eyes search for the dreamer. "What are you, an accountant? A Buddhist monk? You know this is a dream, right? You can dream of whatever you want! Don't limit yourself to this mundane rubbish!"

I finally spot the dreamer and without waiting for a response, I stand up and begin to dance my way through the dream. My movements are chaotic, yet graceful, like a dance performed by a caffeinated ballerina. One moment I'm pirouetting, the next I'm cartwheeling, the next I'm skipping. I'm a force of nature tearing through this landscape of boredom with theatre and showmanship. My outfit flutters and moves with me, my sunhat nearly falling off my head with every turn and twist. I end with a flourish that lands me well inside the dreamer's personal space.

"Listen paisano! You're wasting your time with this nonsense! Boring dreams make for boring people." I rudely inform them, practically spitting in the dreamer's face at this distance. "You're lucky I arrived here when I did. My presence alone should be enough to get your creative juices flowing. I am a muse, an artiste, and I'm here to inspire you to do better. You obviously need it. So turn that serenity upside-dinity, and let's get cracking!"