This part was written to the ebonysilks theme 'Over', but I got stuck and didn't finish in time. It took forever, but I finally went back and got it unstuck! The trippiness continues at last.
Summary: Fishing for dreams is tricky business.
She didn't dare open her eyes or the dream would be over.
The arm snatched back and Kagome squeaked and hung on as she was lifted clear out of her sleeping bag. Heart skittering, she wrapped both arms around it and squeezed her eyes tight. It had taken her so long to catch her dream—she wasn't letting it get away this time!
The arm went completely still. It was so warm and real she nearly cried. She held on, suspended in midair, waiting for something to happen. She wanted to look, but even awake she was afraid it might vanish out from under her. The dream was always real only until she opened her eyes.
Minutes felt like hours. The arm gave her a tentative shake; she made a sound between a sob and a laugh.
Her prisoner, failing to dislodge her, stilled again. Briefly.
Then inertia tugged her stomach. She gasped, legs swaying. They were moving—leaving the campsite.
When the breeze died she felt herself being lowered. Her toes touched the ground.
Don't look, she thought desperately
"I'm not letting go," she whispered.
A tired, dusty laugh startled her.
"I will not run," a somber voice intoned. It paused. Then, sadly, "You will."
She looked.
The dream not only didn't vanish, it looked back.
And as he met her gaze with pale, solemn eyes, Kagome wondered, briefly, if maybe she really had gone crazy after all. Because the phantom figure of her haunted nights—the dream she had caught with her bare hands, and still clung to—was someone impossible.
But she didn't run.
And neither did he.