06/16/1008
Dreamer: Borjid
This evening, you have a Dream. A smattering of images, voices, faces...
Date: 06/16/2008 Where dream occured: Coventry Interpretation included: None. ------------------------ There is an island. A tower. A woman. 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. 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. "May I have this dance?" asks a pleasant, quiet female voice. 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, very female and 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!?" 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 in your beige clothing and Ivory tabbard. You look into the mirror and can see the pillars reflected in the background, the waterfalls, and then all of a sudden you can see Gideon very clearly wandering around in the background, looking up in the ceiling as if in a daze, stumbling around and calling out. "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 wizard. It's faceless now. The grip that had you is gone. Gideon's voice comes to you again, although sounding far away: "Does anyone here me?! Hello!!" Pounding waves. Rushing water. Marbled floors. Three bodies. Lying on the marbled floor. Across the water. 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 06-01-15 09:25 PM
Last Modified by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 06-01-15 09:25 PM
Last Modified by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 06-01-15 09:25 PM