"So is this a ship of some sort? It reminds me of a manga I think."

Yep, definitely crazy.

Her cheeks were a bit rosy. He was all business, but she just wanted to observe his adorable tail and ears as he moved about. And she wasn't shy to stare. Why should she be in her own dream? Enjoy it!

What were the others so flustered by? Sure, her skin was a little pale and her hair a bit messy from the fall, but there was definitely nothing apparently horrifying about her. Definitely no extra eyes or appendages. Not even a glimmering infinite void. And yet, when he blinked... Would he see her?

He was intriguing to her. But she was being rude.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry. I'm Andromeda, you can call me Andi."

After offering a timid handshake, she retrieved her remaining groceries and slung the bag over her shoulder.

As he watched her she was... perfectly normal? An almost innocent girl.

The other was brushing off her dress (straightening the twisting cosmic nether of alternate dimensions?) Composed, and cute. Brilliant and horrifying. Very important to look ones best for new introductions.

Good thing she didn't focus on what the dream COULD be. The newness seemed to keep her attention away from totally controlling this little universe. Could she do that? No memories were solid.

She muttered a few more incoherent ideas about this dream, as if she was the only one there.

"So sorry to have intruded dream friends, but please don't use those, I'd rather not have that kind of messiness" she said, indicating the weapons.

A threat?

She couldn't control how much fear she induced. But she could hope still. Slowly, she reached for a tomato that was rolling away.

She took in her surroundings. And herself. The shifting unknowable visage of her dreams took over most of her body with writhing tentacles and blinking eyes peeking into dimensions beyond comprehension.

She saw them then. She wasn't alone.

"Erm, hello dream person!" Her usual cheey greeting.

And yet horrors of Beyond channel through her, granting her chaotic power despite her curse of ignorance.

"Oh darnit! I'm dreaming at work again! You happen to know why I'm here, dream person?"

She remembered every 'dream'. Some of them excited, and some terrified. But none were reality to her.

Hold onto sanity, or let go and allow experiences beyond comprehension to slither within.

Andi is completely unaware. No questioning leads to consciousness. No photos reveal her entanglement. She exists as a girl doing her best to pay the bills. What could be cosmic about that?

Body contorts, new skin and new appendages, a visage beyond comprehension. Colors and shapes of dimensions unknown. A reality repressed by the minds of lesser creatures.

Blinking and rubbing of eyes. It's just a girl in a maid outfit. But it felt so real.

Working the maid cafe was a constant struggle with her frequent disappearances. Curious dreams where she'd go missing from her normal everyday job. Suddenly at a seance, cultist summoning circle or in the bathroom of a stranger who just stared into their reflection too long with visions of the void.