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Title: Lucid Dream
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 21, Dream
Author's Note: Sequel to "Without A Clue."
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


He was watching himself.

There he was, walking down the road near his home, wearing nothing but the boxers and t-shirt he'd gone to bed in, barefoot, his eyes wide open.

He didn't look as though he was sleepwalking, but he had to be. There was no other explanation for what he was doing; he wouldn't be ambling down the road in the middle of the night for any other reason. He wasn't in the habit of taking moonlight walks.

And he didn't look as though he was focused on anything, or heading to any particular place. He was just walking, slowly putting one foot in front of the other.

Will frowned, wondering why he was seeing himself.

He was sleeping. He was dreaming. He had to be. But why was he dreaming about seeing himself sleepwalk -- and why was this such a lucid dream?

It took Will a moment to realize that the eyes he was seeing through weren't his own -- and that the mad thoughts running through the back of his mind weren't his own, either. He didn't know whose they were, but he knew that they didn't belong to him.

Kill. That was the prime directive that his brain was giving him -- and that word, that single thought, was focused on himself.

He couldn't stop himself as he put one of his own feet forward, taking a step towards his sleepwalking self. His arm raised, and only then did he realize that he was holding .... a hammer.

He was going to attack the man who was sleepwalking on the road. Will struggled to wake up, to come out of the dream before his mind showed him something that he didn't want to see, something that he couldn't yet manage to put together coherently.

No. This wasn't going to happen. He had to wake up, had to come out of this dream, had to keep himself from doing something he would regret ....

And then his eyes snapped open, to stare up at the ceiling over his bed.

Will placed a hand on his heart; it was beating in triple-time, so rapidly that for just a moment, he wondered if he could be having a heart attack.

He took in great gulps of air, closing his eyes, trying to clear his mind. But the image of himself walking in the middle of the road, obviously asleep and vulnerable to anyone who might try to harm him, stayed with him, etched crystal-clear in his mind.

He had to tell Hannibal about this -- and probably Jack, too. Seeing through the eyes of killers was one thing -- but seeing himself through a killer's eyes was quite another.

It was a vision that he hoped he would never have to see again.