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Re: Dreams
« Reply #1500 on: February 01, 2011, 11:38:23 am »
An island city somewhere on Earth, the Future...

  Four main groups live on the island, Humans, Free Robots, the Neegar, and the Middlers. Humans are self-explanatory. The Neegar are an alien race that have conquered at least this island if not the whole world and are the main governing body. Their Capitol building is fortress-like and imposing, surrounded by walls. The humans, except for a few mercenaries, are hunted down and sometimes imprisoned but mostly killed on sight by the Neegar. The Middlers are slug-like aliens from another dimension that are treated not much better than slaves by the Neegar. They do all the unpleasant or dirty jobs. I forgot what they are officially called but the humans call their dimension The Middle because there are rumors of another Universe even further than theirs. Hence, Middlers. Nobody really likes the Free Robots but the humans at least tolerate them.

  I was a human hiding out in an abandoned building with 3 others: a girl named Lily, a guy named Dian (like Ian with a D), and another guy whose name I forgot. One day I ventured into the attic of a neighboring building which turned out to be a Neegar residence. Long story short, we were discovered and had to run. Everyone got separated except Dian and I who wandered the harbor area for a while, staying in temporary hiding places for the night. One day we stayed at a human underground camp and met a Neegar sympathetic to the human cause. This was pretty unheard of. We didn't go on any daring adventures bent on overthrowing the oppressive Neegar regime. We weren't anything as ambitious as that.

  We split up over some silly disagreement and I went to the Middler-Pools. This was where the portal to The Middle was. It was a lake filled with spillover from their dimension, a kind of greasy yellow fog so think you could swim in it. The entrance was at the bottom. Incidentally I met Lily here. She was planning to go to The Middle for some reason. It must have been good because this yellow fog had some really bizarre health effects on humans.

Anyway that's all I remember.
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Re: Dreams
« Reply #1501 on: February 01, 2011, 05:19:59 pm »
Invite me to your dreams. D:
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Re: Dreams
« Reply #1502 on: February 01, 2011, 06:04:12 pm »
I have complex dreams like that sometimes.

but not last time. it was just me with a plastic pole fighting Lord Voldemort.
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Re: Dreams
« Reply #1503 on: February 01, 2011, 06:52:05 pm »
Also one time I had a dream that what we know as cockroaches are actually a kind of spaceship for a race of microscopic master bioengineers.
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Re: Dreams
« Reply #1504 on: February 09, 2011, 09:44:47 pm »
  I was an orphan at a monastery run by monks who did lycanthropy experiments. On the orphans. Our friends would disappear one night and never come back. There were mass graves over acres of land. We knew about the experiments, of course. What we didn't know about was their little side-project.

  Late one night everyone was awakened by a periodic rumbling as if of something very large walking. We looked out the window and saw a large roughly humanoid shape on the edge of the graveyard. As it got closer we could tell just how large it was: at least 2 stories tall. Conveniently that was the height of the house we were in. I was on the second floor.

  It stepped into a moonlit clearing and we could see just what it was. It was an undead monstrosity made out of the collective animated corpses of dozens of dead orphans. It was made out of dead orphans. It's easy to imagine how horrified I was, especially as it continued to move closer. When it got to the window it punched through it. We scattered but it's fingers, each one made up of a single corpse who were in turn flailing their arms about wildly, grabbed a few and pulled them outside. The lucky ones made it to the basement, where we hid all night. We called it the corpse-masher.

  Luckily for us, in the morning we were saved both from the monster and from the monks by the crew of Serenity.
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Re: Dreams
« Reply #1505 on: February 09, 2011, 09:54:24 pm »
  Luckily for us, in the morning we were saved both from the monster and from the monks by the crew of Serenity.
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Re: Dreams
« Reply #1506 on: February 23, 2011, 05:09:57 pm »
The sky was colored with shades of gray on top of the low built tower. I could feel the sun shining behind the clouds and the fresh wind on my face. The smell reminded me of the last days of winter when cold water would run in creeks on streets and crumbling forest roads.

For some time I had searched for a place to hide inside the windy attics of the tower. I looked for tight recesses in the walls, shadowy spaces underneath the bunks. Chests, closets, closed spaces. Dust flowed in the air as I fumbled across the attic. The only four-pane window in the room cast its dim light on a beautiful antique nightstand and the revolver it was carrying on top of it. I opened the drawer underneath and found four bullets. I put one in the barrel. Dust rose in a flurry and was sent dancing across the air.

Having heard noises in the hallway, I packed myself against the wall and hastily sent my eyes searching for hiding places. One recess in the wall, one shadowy place underneath the bunk. Concluding that I couldn't make it there without making a sound, I chose to stay still instead, my eyes still searching around the room. The door was half-open. The noises stopped. I gripped my gun tight and pointed it at the doorway. A pair of boots emerged into sight. Just as I was about to pull the trigger the feet disappeared and the noises continued upstairs.

I took the gun and followed the footsteps into the roof. The air was chilly and the rugged rocks were cracking under my feet. Luckily the military-dressed man didn't take notice. He was at the edge of the roof, gazing into the distance and leaning onto the few boulders that were set there as a barrier between the rock floor and thin air. Thick fog was rising from the ground obscuring the view to the grasslands below.

I took a moment to adjust my pose. I took aim and fired.

The shot rang in the valleys around us. It didn't take a moment for the man's eyes to face mine. The look on his face was a look of intense resolve and concentration. The man pointed his gun's barrel straight at me.

The sound echoed for a minute. I could feel the brisk summer air. The pain was sharp and warm. The smell in the wind reminded me of melting snow.

I was amazed to hear what he had to say next. The man took a moment to pause in shock and call my name. He knew me, and he thought I knew him. Perhaps I was supposed to. I didn't. He asked me if he had hurt me badly. I asked if I had hurt him at all. I had missed. He hadn't.

I peeled off my chest armour and showed him the wound and the blood spreading on my clothes. "You hit me straight in the heart", I said. He looked shocked and baffled and apologised.

I was starting to feel confused. I shot at him first, but he was the one who was sorry. "Don't worry. You were defending yourself." I said. "I shouldn't have shot at you", I continued.

More closely inspecting my wounds the man was starting to look completely devastated and increasingly remorseful and I started to feel the same thing. If only I hadn't shot at him, all of this could have been avoided. "I really shouldn't have shot at you", I said. "I'm an idiot. I'm so sorry."

Despite my best attempts, the man wouldn't stop his flow of apologies and even offered to get me to a doctor. But it was too late for that, I said. I never had wanted to die of being shot in the heart. It was true what I heard, wasn't it? When you get shot, you don't immediately drop dead like in the movies. Not even if you're shot in the heart. You suffer painfully until you die. And today I die.

The cold wind reminded me of a winter breeze. The sky was grey, but the sun was shining somewhere.

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Re: Dreams
« Reply #1507 on: February 23, 2011, 05:29:31 pm »
Last night I dreamed I was a pony in Ponyville.

I think I even saw some of my OCs there, as ponies.

Didn't get the chance to meet the main characters, though...

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Re: Dreams
« Reply #1508 on: February 23, 2011, 05:45:29 pm »
That was a crazy awesome dream, GD.

And Yuu, it's time for an intervention.

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Re: Dreams
« Reply #1509 on: February 23, 2011, 06:03:56 pm »
I had a dream, and all I could jot into my iPod to remind myself later about the dream was "I was doing experiments with Vriska. Revenge was rcxacyed.[sic]" The last word should have been 'exacted.' I shudder to think what types of experiments Vriska would be doing, considering revenge was involved.
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Re: Dreams
« Reply #1510 on: February 23, 2011, 06:49:53 pm »
That sounds like some kind of metaphor, GD.
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Re: Dreams
« Reply #1511 on: February 23, 2011, 07:00:35 pm »
That's a really interesting dream, GD.

Also you are a good storyteller.
   

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Re: Dreams
« Reply #1512 on: February 23, 2011, 07:01:41 pm »
I just had a dream inside a draem or is it a dream inside a dream inside a dream? I will never know

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Re: Dreams
« Reply #1513 on: February 23, 2011, 07:08:26 pm »
It's annoying, I very often have awesome dreams, but it is very rare that I can remember enough to tell a good story like you guys do.  I remember fleeting images and feelings.  Things which cannot easily be described.

Which is a shame, because I have seen some awesome stuff.
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Re: Dreams
« Reply #1514 on: February 23, 2011, 07:22:23 pm »
had a dream I was living in an area called "death zone" which was a large stretch of desert in between two warring nations, I was a biologically enhanced test subject that escaped from one of the nations and was living as a mercenary in the desert, unfortunately both sides wanted to kill me, or capture me so they put out bounties on me and I would always be fighting some mooks who didnt stand a chance and I would always warn them and give them a chance to forget this ever happened. Eventually I ended up with a group of friends and set out to defeat both of the insane rulers of the two nations and finally restore peace and fulfill the token cute girls dream of seeing the desert as a lush paradise like it was before the land.


Woke up as we set out but I usually have episodic dreams so I expect to have a second installment of this dream series tonight

reminds me of the 5 years of dreaming up the Kaizer Saihu story, ahh good times