Well. Here I am. Updating it with a dream.
So, this dream is in two parts. They weren't played out with one, and then the other, but they switched back and forth. But to make it easier to read, I'm going to have it so that the one that played first is first, and the one that started after the first's beginning is explained after.
In both parts, it was the same world. The same city. It looked to be a modern city, just like any other. Perhaps the cars were made a tad differently (they were smaller), but other than that, there was no difference. But residing within this city were creatures that looked to be human, but were not. They had their differences. For one, their legs aren't like what ours are. They were digit grade legs, much like a dog's back legs, or a horse's. But they looked very much like human legs, with soft, hairless skin and feet that resembled a human's. (They were a bit longer to accommodate the digit-grade, and were shaped slightly different to walk on the balls of the feet.) They also had claws, rather than nails - especially for the feet.
In this world, humans were basically non-existent. But they knew of them. They had grown endangered/extinct over the years due to raids in which humans are killed. Not taken away, not studied. Killed. I think it was because of our destructive nature, or something that the people of this world did not have. All I know for sure is that they considered humans to be dangerous. While they were hardly any living in that world, there were humans from our world somehow stumbling into theirs. How this happens, I don't know. I never figured that out. But they would suddenly find themselves in this world full of creatures who didn't want them, yet looked so much like them.
Thankfully, there were some who are willing to help humans get back to their own world, believing instead that this is the best way rather than just senselessly killing them. There will be more on that later. For now, I'll start explaining the actual dream itself.
Something you want to keep in mind: This dream, I didn't have any control over. I hardly ever do. Everything the character says or does plays out as though I'm watching a movie. But in this dream, it was as though I was actually the person, watching through their eyes.
In the first part of the dream, I am a man about his mid-20s. He's a very tall, very strong, very agile sort of man with short-cropped dark hair, a strong jaw, and regular-sized light eyes. He's very lean. For a large portion of the dream, he showed his abilities with parkour-like stunts. He was easily able to clear fences, jump up onto balconies, leap over benches, and just make the whole city his playground. It was very handy for steering clear of the ones trying to kill him.
When he came to the world, he wasn't alone. His son - appearing to be about 5 - was with him. I don't remember what happened exactly (this part was one of the only parts that was too vague to find out), but somehow, they were separated. A lot of this part of the dream was running around, talking to people, trying to find out where his son was. He spoke to so many people, asked so many people, that eventually everyone knew who he was. He was quick to find out that he couldn't ask where his son was, but if someone had seen a little boy, else the army/police force/whatever would be looking for a child as well.
The way his man talked about his son... Dear gods, it brings tears to my eyes, even now. He never said it, but I remembered that his son was the only family he had left. (I had the feeling his wife had died early on.) He loved his son so much. He couldn't bear the thought of losing him. He was such a kind guy with such a soft heart when it came to his son. A true loving father. He wanted nothing more than for his son to be safe. He was just so worried for him, and finding his son was his top priority. Though he was afraid of it, he would never allow himself to believe that his son was dead.
As he was searching, he was also looking for a way back. He thought that if he found it, he would be able to find his son and bring him back home, rather than keeping him in danger. He did make a few contacts and started putting everything together, but I woke up before I could figure out if he even found his son. I think he might've gotten close to it.
Now for the second part. I was a girl about my age. But her facial structure made her look as though she was younger - I'm talkin' about 10-12, 14 at most. She had long brown hair (to the bottom of her shoulders, or mid-back) with bangs that parted to the left. (Her left.) They almost covered her eyes. She also had gorgeous green eyes and a small body. She was pretty short and rather thin. This girl looked like she could be a lolita model or somethin'. She knew very well how to hide and keep out of the spotlight, but considering her legs were that of a human, it was pretty tough.
She wasn't looking for anyone. I know that much. She came around the same time as the man, but she was alone. All she was doing was trying to find a way to get back to her own world. Throughout the dream, she spoke to people and tried to set up how she could get back. (She was lucky enough to find someone early on who would tell her who to go to, rather than just asking around.)
Eventually, she came to a large house-like place where a large family was living. They weren't blood-related. As I came to understand, they were just a group of closely-knit people who had nowhere else to go. They stumbled upon that place, looking for somewhere to live, and ended up staying because of connections with the owner of the place. They were very much family. The woman who ran the place, a woman who instructed dance, offered her to stay there, giving her a wheelchair and telling her to stay seated at all times. They even threw a blanket over her to keep her legs hidden.
The woman told her what her new name shall be, and how she shall act, to keep her hidden from most people. Her name was close to Crystal, but had a fantasy-type twist to it, something I can't remember. I can almost recall it, it feels like it's on the tip of my tongue. She was to act like a shy, little girl, keeping her eyes down and fiddling with her hands. (Which had gloves on them to hide her fingernails.) She was given a stuffed animal and told that she was extremely attached to this stuffed animal. If she lost it, she would be devastated. It was her strength.
And so, she listened. She was pushed into a stuffed animal store by the woman and told to choose a stuffed animal. She sat there, fiddling with her current stuffed animal, eyes cast down, and lips rubbing together. When she chose one, she gestured to it and, with her voice ever so soft and quiet, said, "That one..." She was given the stuffed animal and while she was in the store, she came across one of her contacts; a tall man with like this blond hair. He told her that a part of his machine was ready, but there was still more to be worked on.
Keeping in character, she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and worry and asked, "Who are you...?" She made sure to silently let him know not to talk about such things in public, and they all went back to the house place. Then one of the raids started. She was placed in a back room full of crates and boxes and went to the very back. The soldiers were about to come into the room and I remember she opened up the back door which led to a large street. But there were even more soldiers running down the streets, guns in hand, so she had to quickly (and quietly) close the door again.
As soon as the soldiers were gone, this man with long black hair and a slightly large body came in and told her it was safe to come out. And so she did. They stood there, talking about how they can change her appearance so no one would recognize her (the military was starting to do so), saying that they could cut her hair across her eyebrows and straight in the back, and dye it blonde. After this, the woman had to leave to train one of her classes, putting on rollerblades. (She had VERY strong legs.) The girl in the wheelchair was wheeled out to a car by one of the others and placed inside (with 'help' from them). And as they drove up the street, they passed the woman, who was already almost at her classroom, because of her strong legs.
And that's all I can remember. It was pretty weird. Very vivid. And the world... Dear gods, it was just stunning. The whole dream was stunning.