Headcannons - Dream Smp

Become One With Nature

'Mononoke' explanation at end

The leaves were especially green today, glowing against the bright blue sky. They swayed and whispered in the ever so gentle breeze, that's how Dream knew he was here.
"George?" He called, a smile creeping up his face. His eyes wandering from the each spot of colour to the next, life surrounding him, welcoming him. It was like a hug made of love and life itself, the very culmination of the earth embracing him. He couldn't be far.
He called again, louder this time, with a much deeper smile. "George!" it's funny how the flowers seemed to bloom more as he entered the forest, explosions of colour relaxing at his voice.
"George come on! I know you're here, wake up!" He spun in place, a small clearing scattered with rocks and great trees, birds singing above.
"Georgieeeeee" He chuckled, picturing his best friend fast alseep.
A stronger breeze blew, the leaves whispers turning into a crowd, bark on trees rippling like water and grass flowing like hair.
The crowd of rustling leaves melted into a singular voice "I told you not to call me that."
Dream let out a big toothy grin "I know, but I like it." He looked around more, trying to guess where he would arise from his slumber.
The moss on fallen logs and dripping bark formed and moulded, bringing forward a figure, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Hey Dream" He smiled, still half asleep. The equally as green man rushed forward into a hug, picking up the mononoke and spinning him around, various roots and dirt breaking off him and falling, being accepted once again by the earth.
"You look great today" Dream beamed, looking up and around at his trees.
"You know why that is" George laughed, finally awake, kind of.
"I like the new purple ones, saw them on the way here, they compliment the green very well."
"Theyre called Alliums, god get it right Dream, and you call yourself my friend." He laughed, pushing Dream in the shoulder.
"Which one of us is the 'green man' here, huh?" He pouted, folding his arms.
"literally me, you're wearing a lime hood that does not make you 'tHe GrEen mAn' I am made of moss, fight me"
"Oh for real? You wanna fight?" Dream grinned apposingly, standing wider and ready.
"Yeah let's go right now, I'll clap your mum" Branches and leaves grew closer, cutting off the light over Dream, casting a menecing shadow over George.
"Oh no what ever will I do?" Dream pretended to tremble, pointing his fingers together.
George tilted his head, and with one fell swoop, a large vine whipped down and hooked Dreams leg.
Purple blossoms cascaded from his pockets as he flew upside down, swinging from side to side infront of George.
"What are you gonna do now, Dream?"
"You got me." His smile widening impossibly more.
George looked down and furrowed his eyebrows, leaning down to pick a single blossom from the floor.
"Where you trying to steal my flowers?" He held the purple petal infront of Dreams upside down face.
"They remind me of you, how could I not, they were so beautiful."
"Oh my god" The vine let go and dropped the green goblin to the floor with a thud. "You can just ask me, instead of stealing them, I could've grown some just for you." He shook his head, offering a hand to the ever so graceful man on the floor.
"I don't know, they seemed more natural, more you." He stood, dust g himself off.
"Mans really trying to with stealing part of me, that's like plucking someone's hair you know? Why don't you go get a strand of Sapnap's hair too, add it to your creepy collection."
"I might, but I doubt he let me anywhere near his hair, never mind take one. Hes very touchy about his hair"
"Give him a break, Bad raised him in the nether, he probably burnt it off once or twice." George sat down gracefully on a moss carpeted log that had fallen long ago, reclaimed by the ground.
Dream sighed and sat beside him, looking up to the sky.
"You know-" George looked down beside him and plucked a large mushroom carefully. "-mushrooms only grow where something has died, which is why the circle of life is so important. I know I go on about it all the time but I'm never sure if you really understand it." He passed the perfectly shaped shroom gently into his friends gloved hands, who stared at him the whole time."Humans take and take from this earth, it's only fair we give it back. Plants get their energy from the sun, plants get eaten by animals, then the animal dies and the earth takes back the energy it used, not all of it, but enough to push along the circle of life. It's so unfair that humans insist on locking up all the energy they stole in a wooden glazed box for the earth to never get back, it hurts."
Dream sat quietly, watching and listening to his friend tell the story, realising all over again that his best friend was literally a mononoke.
" When you die, will you come to me? I know that's a large question to ask but-" Dream raised his eyes brows, but did not question.
"Would you- accept me back?" He furrowed his eyebrows, wanting to understand.
"I'd take care of your body, feed you to the earth, my plants would absorb you and you'd become one with nature, with me. Your energy restored and your soul kept safe. You would like that wouldn't you?"
Dream thought, deeply. He rubbed the dying purple petal his thumb, his other hand pressed against the cold obsidian floor. The lava glowed, but not the same way the trees did that day. This glow was more passion, fear and adrenaline, burning with anger, his friends trees had glowed with life, light, a soul, meaning and appreciation. He preferred that kinda glow much more.
He still thought about what George has said, that cushioned moss log was way comfier than the rock solid cell floor he rested upon now.
He cut off these feelings for a reason, and now after being alone for so long, he had enough time to go back to them. He knew as soon as he got out of here there was two things that could happen, he goes straight to that same forest to see him again, or goes to that forest to kill him, cutting off his emotions for good.
George's question really bugged at him now, now he had lost 2 lives in one day. After beating Tommy to death and then reviving him, he wondered if he would die here.
He never felt mortal, with the knowledge of the revive book and his strength he assumed he could live as long as he pleased. But George's story, giving back what he had taken form the earth, death seemed much more delectable than ever.
He didn't want to die in prison, they may bury him somewhere, or maybe throw him into the lava to make sure he didn't come back. He wanted to be with George, it had been so long. He had to escape, but if he killed him then he couldn't die with him. He could kill himself with George, but then what would be the point of killing George in the first place. He could just not kill George, but he knew the emotions would pull him back stronger than ever now.  He had to do something, while securing a meaningful death, one that he believed he deserved.
There was no nature in the prison, the only moss he saw was the moss Sam was made of, but it wasn't the same.
Georges moss was so full of life, and he could take it off, grow more, it was a part of him the same way the birds in the trees were. Sam's moss was all he was, just some creature that was born with way too much self awareness for his liking. His moss was more like fur, it was dry and spiky, he'd never seen a green be so distasteful in his life.
He would escape from here, he didn't know what to do after, but he had a lot of time to prepare.
The once purple petal crumbled from his thump and forefinger and fell to the floor, landing on the solid rock, never to return to the earth.

[the Chinese loan-word] Yokai described an unseen world of mysterious, supernatural phenomena. The term represented something invisible, without form or identity; a mysterious energy that pervaded the deep forests, oceans, and mountains.

In truth, the word “yokai” was barely used at all. Ancient Japan had a more common name for this invisible, mysterious energy—mononoke. The idea of mononoke was something to fear—a mysterious, natural force that could come out any time and kill you, like a lightning strike or a tidal wave. It took the artists of the Heian period to give form to this mysterious energy, and transform the mononoke into bakemono, changing things. And then it took the writers of the Edo period to take these shapes and give them stories