11/11/1008
Dreamer: Common Northerner/Southerner and Hero Alike
This evening, you have a Dream. A smattering of images, voices, faces...
Date: 11/11/2008 Where dream occured: Within the Realms Interpretation included: No. ------------------------ There is an island. A tower. A woman. A man. No, a lot of people, but faceless. Many colors, many people, many kinds. All are all converging on this Tower. A pool. A pond. A lake. A well. You sink, then float. Breaking waves. "Want to go for a swim, lad?" asks a pleasant, somewhat high-pitched male voice. "Stop splashing around and give me your hand." A female elf bedecked in blue and other colors holds her hand out to you. "The Queen will have a fit if I don't bring you back soon." A pillar. Many pillars. Water, puddles on the marbled floor. Three bodies dancing across the marbled floor. Now five. Now none. Now a grand dance. Black and white and green and red all over. "May I have this dance?" asks a pleasant, quiet female voice. You dance. A mask. Everyone has a mask. Everyone wears a mask. Three bodies are walking around. One black and gray. No more. One white and black and green. Quick, fast. One pink and red. Like a rose. Water. Waterfalls, reflection. Reflections are everywhere. A reflection. A mirror. "I see him. He's right there. We need to make sure he gets out." states a low-pitched, husky male voice. Mirror, mirrors, on the walls. On the pillars. In halls that the three walk down. Walk down, leading the people. The faceless people. "Why is it always three?" asks an exasperated voice, sounding full of anger. "Why can't it be four, or five, or even ALL of us? Who died and made you a god, anyway!?" "You want five? You've got it!" says the higher-pitched male. "...I did?" This voice sounds like your own. Stepping lightly pass the puddles. The marble cracks. The faceless people. You stand in front of a mirror, and can see yourself perfectly reflected back. You see the pillars reflected in the background, the waterfalls, and then all of a sudden you can see a man with a dark brown goatee and short, dark brown hair very clearly in the background, looking up in the ceiling as if in a daze, stumbling around in a black tabbard with a white symbol and white trim. He calls out in desperate tones: "Hello? ...HELLO!? Can anyone hear me?!" Strong arms grab you and sharply turn you around. You face a statue of a demon. A fae elf. A demon. A mage? A deer-man. It's faceless now. The grip that had you is gone. A snarl. A hiss. A growl. His voice comes to you again, although sounding far away: "Does anyone hear me?! Hello!! I'm right here! I'm right here!! I'm lost! Hello?!" Pounding waves. Rushing water. Marbled floors. Three bodies. Lying on the marbled floor. Across the water. An elven woman, dressed in white, black, and blue, reaches a hand out to you. "May I have this dance?" she asks quietly, and her skin crumbles away to reveal a blackened skeletal hand as harsh laughing erupts from all around you. A mirror. Water. A reflecting pool. You float, you sink. You kick your feet to try and keep afloat. Wave your arms. Have to break the surface. --------------------------------------------- And you wake up with a loud thud as you've fallen out of bed. |
Created by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee
at 11-28-10 11:26 AM
Last Modified by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 11-28-10 11:39 AM
Last Modified by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 11-28-10 11:39 AM