Sleeping (Open?)

[Njack]

The deer glanced at him, then continued grazing. He crept up closer, closer... Just a little bit closer, then he'd be able to jump on it.

Suddenly, a time warp happened and the deer turned into a bear, which growled and advanced on him. He yipped like a pup and ran away.

As he ran, dancing wolves started an opera, in which they sang about the produce that was available in their local grocery store. However, since he didn't know what the hey a grocery store was, he ignored them, and kept running.

All of a sudden, he fell off a cliff and died.

Knot mumbled incoherently and rolled over on his back. Then he continued snoring.

[Sivoncé™]

A little ways away, Meg tossed and turned uncomfortably in her dreams.

Styx was shouting intelligible things at her in German. They were harsh things; the German made it sound worse than it probably was, but in any case, Meg cowered and trembled in the bushes.
"BUT WE WERE GONNA GET MARRIED!" She whimpered desperately.
No answer.
She lifted her head to find he had disappeared and she was now in the presence of some enormous pink octopus who wished to tickle her.
She looked over to see Knot laying dead in the grass.
"IT KILLED KNOT, IT'S GONNA KILL ME TOO!"
Meg scratched her back and rolled over again.

[Njack]

Knot's dead body twitched.

Nearby, the dancing wolves continued singing, but this time about Greek people fighting cows or something. He wasn't quite sure; his ears didn't work so well now that he was dead.

Suddenly, a swordsmith appeared with a club. The club had an eyepatch on it. "GO GET THAR OCTOPUS, MAGS! OR... WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS! WHY IS MY CAPS LOCK KEY STUCK DOWN!?"

The nonexistent Greek guys started a ballet routine.

Knot rolled over again, somehow landing on Meg. He didn't notice though, because he was still snoring. Loudly.

[Sivoncé™]

Suddenly, there was no more German, but there was a ton of Greek invading her dream. Or was this nightmare? At first, it had seemed like a nightmare. She hated thinking about when her only good friend, Styx had left. She'd even had a bit of a crush on him. But still, he'd gone off to become a loner and left her alone in the Sheerans.
But now, it just seemed like a collection of morbid, repulsive, and ridiculous.
She blinked back at the Greeks in mild horror.
What have I gotten myself into?
And then the octopus ate her in one great swallow and everything went black. She kicked and flailed in an attempt to escape consumption.

Meg kicked and flailed in an attempt to escape being crushed to a pulp.

[Njack]

Ridiculous was one word for it, but wait, that's not all! If you call in next twenty minutes, we'll throw in another dream, absolutely free!

Excuse me. That was uncalled for.

Knot was still dead. His dead body watched the octopus devour Meg.

The Germanic Greek swordsmen that danced with wolves continued dancing.

Knot suddenly turned into a zombie and fell off a cliff again.

Then, one of Meg's legs connected with Knot's abdomen, causing a sleep talking screaming episode. "AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Knot went flying into the far side of the wall, colliding with several other sleeping wolves. And he continued snoring. Deep sleeper, eh?

[Sivoncé™]

Meg found herself rudely awakened as reality tore away her soft dream blankets. She coughed and spluttered as she awoke. She eyed Knot furiously from her corner of the dens, teeth bared. Stupid oaf! Nearly crushed me to death! Somewhere, in the lapse between slumber land and reality, she'd found out it had been Knot laying on top of her rather than a giant octopus trying to eat her. She rose shakily, still coughing a bit, and shook stray strands of moss and rabbit fur from her pelt.
That's it. Time to get revenge!
Stealthily, she slunk out of the dusk dens and over to the herb healer's cleft. Her eyes darted around the camp warily. She kept close to the rocks to avoid being caught. At last, she reached her destination.
She sniffed carefully through the herb stores, searching for the poison of choice. She cringed back and stifled another cough as she found it. Great, now how do I carry this back? She picked up a harmless old leaf in her mouth and then daintily took a hold of her precious tool of vengeance.
She slunk back to the dusk dens carefully so as not to drop it. At the same time, she kept her jaw as loose as possible, praying none of the juice would leak into her mouth.
Luckily, she arrived unscathed back at the dens.
She laid the spicy pepper and the leaves she'd used to help her carry it on the floor of the den. Usuing the leaves as a sort of archaic rubber glove, she wrapped them around the pepper and tiptoed over to Knot. Luckily, his mouth was agape with loud, rumbling snores. She squeezed the pepper gently, and let the super hot spicy pepper juice pour into his mouth.
Then, she swiped the evidence away with a swish of her tail and tossed herself innocently into an empty nest and closed her eyes.
Wait for it....wait for it!

[Njack]

(Someone has a lot of muse. )

Dancing, swaying peppers with Hawaiian skirts...

The hot pepper juice mingled in his mouth. Knot let out another snore and licked his lips.

...

"WHAT THE HEY!?" Knot jumped up, spitting out the pepper juice. Delayed reaction, much? He growled angrily, his claws ready to strike... what? His mouth felt like it was on fire.

Knowing the narrator and his tendencies to be somewhat of a pyro, this could be taken literally.

"Okay, who's the clown who did this?" Knot glared around the sleeping dens, probably waking up a bunch of other cranky wolves. He prowled over by the entrance, spitting out another mouthful of pepper-tainted saliva. "Don't make me go around and smell all your maws! When I find the wolf that did this, I'll... I'll... I'll sit on them!"

"Yeah, great threat, Knot," he stage-muttered to himself.

[Sivoncé™]

(( Yeah xD And for some reason I was thinking about Slumdog Millionaire when they put the hot pepper things on the kid who was sleeping nude xP ))

Ugh, not again!
Meg had a feeling that she had planted the seeds of what could easily become an endless fued between Knot and herself. She stayed "asleep" through Knot's rant, making her chest rise slowly up and down. She kept her eyes shut. Crap! He's gonna smell me...
There's no way I'm licking that off my paws.
She nestled closer into her nest and took up a light "snore".

[Njack]

Knot rolled his eyes; a confession seemed not forthcoming. "Alright then, you asked for it."

He sniffed around the sleeping wolves, making a few sneeze as his nose tickled their fur. "Not you, not you... you smell like dandelions... you smell like a moose..."

Finally, he got to Meg. "Wow, she smells!" he muttered to himself, nose filled with the scent of peppers. "Um, no, not that way. I mean, she smells like peppers."

He poked her with a paw while giving her the Glare of Death^TM. "Alright, I know you're awake. You were awake enough to pour pepper juice in my mouth. Now tell me, why'd you do it?"

Knot was holding off the sitting on... for now.

[Sivoncé™]

Drat!
Meg's eyes flickered open suddenly and immediately narrowed into a glare as she looked up at Knot. For a moment, she just blinked up at him with a supremely awesome death glare^TM. Then, snorting indignantly, she barked, "Well, maybe it had something with you rolling on top of me while I was asleep and nearly squashing me to death you great big oaf!" She huffed moodily. Had she not been laying down, she may have even put her paws on her hips.

[Njack]

He huffed back at her.

"Well, maybe if you hadn't gotten eaten by an octopus and... er..." Knot blinked, realizing that she wouldn't have had the same dream. Probably. "Geez, sorry, then. But still, the pepper juice was uncalled for."

He returned the glare of death, which obviously violated copyright, although by now there was no way to tell which wolf had trademarked it in the first place.

"And hey, are you insulting my weight?" He had been putting on a little weight, he guessed, but not that much. He had always been rather slim... Was she really calling him fat? Maybe it was just the way his fur looked.