Dreamlands

Each night, when a person sleeps, they pass from their bodies and travel to this realm. The crowded shores of Dream are filled with the flotsom of life, the images, the sounds... It is here the mind edits. The majority of dreamers are too concerned with the scraps, it seems, staying at the water's edge and stirring what's left there. Beyond lies a land of beauty and horror. Dreamers, however, and that's a capital 'D,' go deeper, into the cities, and explore the limitless spectacle of the twisted imaginings of Man. Not everything on display is safe to be seen and not all those who die in their sleep go peacefully into that good night. Lucid Dreamers are a breed apart. While Dreamers may interact with the Sixth while they visit, Lucids can change things. The greatest Lucids have challenged gods in the Sixth. All children are natural Lucids, but they are young and untrained. Indeed, children actually exist partially in the Sixth until they "grow up" and "know better."

Dreamlands are often gateways to deeper worlds and higher dimensions.  The aptly-named Threshold and its bejeweled sister share close ties with both the Mortal Realm and those that seek to own them.

Twin Cities

To what one would take to be North is Nova, curved into the golden light of eternal Summer's sleepy afternoon.  Lush fields and verdant woods intermingle with cozy villages and quiet, lakeside getaways.  A heady scent fills the air as blossoms are stirred by the gentle breeze.

In the South, moldering in forever night, lies Threshold.  It is a city the size of a world, where every night haunting fear of all the dreams of life makes its home.  Threshold is both emperor and empire, every stone the bones of a dream god, sinews of steel, blood of oil.

The lord of sleep, the lesser god Morpheus, walks as light through the ether, smiling upon the flocks.  Morpheus is the elder brother, the keeper of the gate and master of the realm, locally speaking.  Nova is one of the most beautful places in the known Paradigms, but is, like many beautiful things, quite hazardous to the health.

Hypnos, lord of dream, is South. The sickly illumination of Luna's wan light chills the bleak landscape of steel and stone. Where Morpheus is everywhere, Hypnos is everything. The endless city of Threshold is the younger brother fallen across the land and forever growing. Twisted skyscrapers claw at the turbulent sky roiling so close above. The streets are packed with dreamers and dreamed, the latter avoiding the former who mostly do not notice.

Beneath are vast caverns and twisting tunnels that connect them and other, secret places. While technically the province of Hypnos, neither brother is the true power there. Bogers, hunters of children, rule by council of five. The bogres war with each other, vying for power amongst themselves, pitching their minions into endless battle. None in Threshold and Nova dare oppose them.