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Dreams
Jul 19, 2012 11:47:11 GMT -5
Post by Kayla on Jul 19, 2012 11:47:11 GMT -5
Since dreams can span all sorts of categories and genres, I thought it best to make this general discussion. What sorts of dreams do you have? Do you think they have any meaning? If you've written any out, feel free to post them here. I will be posting a few of mine. You may also feel free to post possible interpretations of the dreams of others. Just don't look too far into it because dreams do not always make sense. Certain things happen/appear out of nowhere and have no purpose. Sometimes the plot to the dream's story makes no sense. Go with it. Don't edit it. We want to see what's in your head. ***DREAMS BELOW** I was with a girl named Marra, and after a great battle we were meant to save the prince from the demon who possessed him. So we called up to him as he stood at the top of the tower. He responded with a monsterous voice. “Who are you?” My eyes began to glow and a voice not my own responded. “Cheap party trick of yours. I am Ri'kul. I am older than you and I request you leave, ancient one, before I am forced to behead you.” “Never,” the demon growled from the prince's mouth. My eyes returned to normal and I shouted back. “Then we will make you!” Marra and I began to climb the tower, only to find the prince not there. There was this great tube looking thing surrounded by metal doors in wrought iron twisted designs. It appeared to be a magical sort of elevator, so we began to search for the button. I found a strange symbol and touched it. It burned my skin so I jerked my hand back. Once more my eyes glowerd and Ri'kul took over, much to Marra's hatred, and touched the symbol instead. The gates slid open and the platform began to rise. We boarded it and then waited to meet the prince's demon.
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Dreams
Jul 19, 2012 11:51:05 GMT -5
Post by Kayla on Jul 19, 2012 11:51:05 GMT -5
You never forget your first bouquet, they told me as we marched off to war. I didn't know what they meant yet and I scoffed at them for saying flowers were the most important thing I could ever get.
I was in a classroom surrounded by children who were sitting at rows of computers. A fellow soldier and myself had just finished talking to them so we were now walking back and forth among them with guns on our backs. We were in full uniform and honestly I had no idea where I was. It was like a haze. Then one child got up and handed me something. He said food. I didn't want it, so my soldier friend took it.
He was about to eat it when a strange, sickening feeling came over me. The classroom became a deeper purple and the walls looked like they were made of bones. I yelled and smacked the food out of his hand. It turned out to be poison. The children looked terrified and confused. I doubt they even knew. Then I saw those terrified eyes. I knew they were in danger.
I grabbed my friend by the back of his uniform and dragged him behind me. The hallways felt like they were melting and trying to swallow us up. When we got outside, it was a normal day. Beautiful and children were playing.I was dazed for a while but I started to search for the source of the poison. I found it quickly.
It was a tree, gnarled and old with patterns that looked like an evil smiling face, which stood proud and tall. It was being used as the support beam for a swingset. The children swinging didn't get what I was doing as I army crawled under them and their little feet bounced off the wall. I passed them and started to stare. The tree's anger felt like poisonous darts of hatred going through me. It was then that I knew I had to destroy it.
My friend gathered the children off the playground and I started to try to cut the tree away. It didn't budge. Instead it became a great monstrous beast with leathery wings which landed and tried to tear me apart. The children themselves became crazed creatures, chanting and running around in circles. I screamed, shouting at this creature with all of my inner strength. It flew backward and laughed at me. I took out my gun and shot at it like a madman.
It didn't help. So I just laid there, waiting for it to take me. It didn't. The beast stood over me like a great shadow with that evil tree's grin. I shouted once more and it fell on top of me. Everything went black. When I came to, the children were just playing. The tree was gone, I was in one piece and simply laying on the asphalt in one piece. My soldier friend did his best to help me up. My legs felt like jello.
In that split second I knew what had to be done. I grabbed something from a child and started to run as quickly as my legs would take me. My friend came too, understanding. The children became monsters again and they followed. They got him, but not me. I kept going. I reached the farthest edge of the playground and threw the something into the air before I shot it. It broke apart into a million pieces and then the images melted away. The children became crying and young, and a jeep full of what looked to be korean soldiers was off to my left side.
I was sitting on the blacktop again, this time chained. A prisoner of this war. I had no idea what happened. I was handing crying children back to their mothers, getting beaten and laughed at every step of the way. Some parents even went so far as to throw sharp things at me in hopes I would be injured. Then it happened.
A woman came to take her baby away and I handed it to her. She looked at me with the most thankful eyes and cried. I began to cry too. She handed me a small bouquet, made of only four flowers, which were probably the only ones she could find. I stared down at it in my hands which were bruised, cut, and very dirty. The words echoed through my head again. You never forget your first bouquet... And when I looked up everything was gone.
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Dreams
Jul 19, 2012 12:02:06 GMT -5
Post by Kayla on Jul 19, 2012 12:02:06 GMT -5
The boy and I created a powder. It was white, no smell, no taste that I knew of...not like I tried tasting it though. We put it on people to protect them from the sun. The next day some idiots showed up- more like the entire crowd- grumbling and yelling and complaining. Their skin was slightly splotchy, slightly discoloured. Apparently some of them thought the sunscreen made more sense as a liquid, stole a sample, and added water. It didn't take too well. Apparently whatever they'd done mutated the formula. It became a genetic enhancer of sorts. It latched onto a person's trait and morphed it. They attacked from all sides. With their filthy hands they clutched at us. The formula touched the two of us, seeping into our genes. I suddenly felt feral, powerful, and fast. I crouched and took a flying leap, soaring over their heads. I couldn't save him. He perished...I think. I ran until the world around me seemed to blur and slow down. Then I saw it- a spot under a bridge where nobody would notice me- and stopped. Time whooshed back in around me and I rested, curling up in the shadows. The other mutants were off somewhere else far away. I was no longer the scientist, the creator, I was something better. * All of a sudden we were in the house. Teams had formed. It was those with beast powers vs. the rest of us without them. They thought they were better, having teeth and claws and all kinds of funky anatomy issues that would make an artist sob. At least the rest of us still had thumbs. Besides, speed and strength in a human body weren't so bad. I was smaller and lighter than them now. Better....wait there goes that way of thinking again. It's still kind of new to me. This whole idea, I mean. It became a game of tag. Touch to cure or be cured yourself...and nobody wanted to lose their powers. That would be shameful. I rounded a corner and my hand whipped out. I tagged the person five times in quick succession. Two fingers on my gloved hand were coated in the grey sludge that served as a cure. The boy looked back at me. His eyes were a beautiful brown, almost gold, his hair was dark and seemed to spike on its own. He slumped a bit against the wall as the changes too hold. His fangs retracted, his tail slid painfully back into his body and his ears morphed back. He hadn't been too far along. The dose might kill him. I winced. “Why?” he whispered. His eyes seemed to stare beyond me. I spun and cured the person who tried to jump me. I turned back to him and stared into his eyes. “Because this is war.” “Y-you started it. It was never a war. You gave it a name. Then it became war.” I stared. He stared back. A connection was made and I had to look away before I cried. "No. I didn't want it to be." "You're the creator. You made this end," he whispered. My chest feel heavy and painful. I glanced behind me. A full hand was touching my back, smearing the grey cure all the way down. I didn't know if it was one of my own or a beast person who did it. I just knew that was way too much. I slumped, falling onto the boy's lap. I stared up at him. He stared down. Those eyes were so familiar. "In another life, I will love you." The boy- no, the boy who'd helped me start the formula in the first place- bent over and put a soft kiss on my forehead. He closed his eyes, struggling to stay awake. "You already did in this one."
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Dreams
Aug 25, 2017 3:52:41 GMT -5
Post by lena01 on Aug 25, 2017 3:52:41 GMT -5
A dream is a succession of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations that usually occur involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep. The content and purpose of dreams are not fully understood, though they have been a topic of scientific speculation, as well as a subject of philosophical and religious interest, throughout recorded history. Dream interpretation is the attempt at drawing meaning from dreams and searching for an underlying message. The scientific study of dreams is called oneirology.
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