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Aug. 25th, 2004 10:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparksolThis is one I don't remember how it started...
I was wandering in San Fransisco, but not the one I know. Even with the sky
blackened from the attack, I never saw SF looking like that. I was wandering,
looking mostly in game a card shops, for what exactly I did not know. I looked up
at one spot, a sixth-story window, where I knew a restaurant was, something from a
previous dream, perhaps?
In one hidden back-shop, (and all the shops looked like they were packing up in
that going-out-of-business way) written on the bare walls with marker, were words,
with different columns in different colors, making the same words in a paragraph
different colors. On one wall were the original words, in what language I don't
know. On another wall was a translation in-progress. On the third wall was what was
finished. I was reading the entirety of it, and there was no one working there to
stop me, though there were a couple others in the room, but they were just going
through the merchandise. I suppose it was odd that no one was stealing anything,
but there was some reason that that kind of thing wasn't important anymore.
My dad walked in, and he ignored the writing, like the others were doing. He also
looked through the merchandise, looking for something, or pretending to. I stopped
at a pillar, looking through some new cards, and I started to change. I shrank into
a blob while a video played on the monitor, and then split into two blobs. The
phrases master blob and life blob came to mind, distinguishing them. I was both of
these reddish blobs, and then the life blob began extracting stuff from the master
blob in an arc-like path, and eventually only the life blob was left, which
gradually reformed into me, but with a 'new' tattered brownish-gray robe. During
the whole process (which felt like it took about five minutes), the only words I
heard were my dad saying, "Is this normal?" and the other guy watching the video
saying, "I'm not sure; I think so. Both of these kinds of things absorb all input
they recieve through their membranes, and it's permanently stored."
Either as a blob, or after the reforming, I began to recite something that perhaps
only I could hear....I don't remember most of it, but I know it was a more accurate
translation of what was on the wall. A prophecy perhaps? The only bits I still
remember for certain went something like..."and the whole knowledge of [whatever
the title of this text was] came into him, and his mind was shattered and broken
for the rest of his life, but it also made him forever immune to the effects of the
[fire-sky-drake] and he will even control it, once he finds it." ("Fire-sky-drake
is the best translation. There was a better name for it in the dream, but this
creature was real and responsible for the devastation going on even now. Better
description to follow at end of dream.) There was more, but I forgot it.
Soon enough, I was walking in a park-like area, and there were more cards
everywhere. (At this point I suspected I'd been watching too much Yu-gi-oh, and I
don't even watch it.) There was a bald black man who was talking insane gibberish
similar to the 'prophecy' I'd recited, but as soon as it was just us two, he
started making sense. I knew his name (but I don't remember it now), and called him
by it, and he said he was waiting for [name I also forget], who might be dead, but
possessing people or something. I was about to tell him I thought maybe I was
holding the guy, when the shadow of the 'fire-sky-drake' passed to us, he started
speaking crazy things again, and my dad woke me up.
I actually had this one this morning, but wasn't able to get it onto the comp until
just now. (Thanks, family-members-who-must-play-card-games-and-solitare-for-hours-on-end.)
It seems I forgot the description of the fire-sky-drake-thingy. Not much that was missed, really, but hey, might as well anyway. It never appeared in the dream exactly, but I knew about it. It's scales were made from hardened flame, and it's wings had enough surface area skin for the rest of it twice over. It was built almost like a snake with wings, but it had the forelegs of a tyrannosaur, and the hind legs of dragon. It's head had both a beak and teeth, and a tongue that bored into people's heads. It exerted some kind of unthinking mental influence about it that such that people couldn't fight against it successfully.
That's about it, really. Would've liked to see whwere the dream was going with it, but not many get that kind of opportunity.
I was wandering in San Fransisco, but not the one I know. Even with the sky
blackened from the attack, I never saw SF looking like that. I was wandering,
looking mostly in game a card shops, for what exactly I did not know. I looked up
at one spot, a sixth-story window, where I knew a restaurant was, something from a
previous dream, perhaps?
In one hidden back-shop, (and all the shops looked like they were packing up in
that going-out-of-business way) written on the bare walls with marker, were words,
with different columns in different colors, making the same words in a paragraph
different colors. On one wall were the original words, in what language I don't
know. On another wall was a translation in-progress. On the third wall was what was
finished. I was reading the entirety of it, and there was no one working there to
stop me, though there were a couple others in the room, but they were just going
through the merchandise. I suppose it was odd that no one was stealing anything,
but there was some reason that that kind of thing wasn't important anymore.
My dad walked in, and he ignored the writing, like the others were doing. He also
looked through the merchandise, looking for something, or pretending to. I stopped
at a pillar, looking through some new cards, and I started to change. I shrank into
a blob while a video played on the monitor, and then split into two blobs. The
phrases master blob and life blob came to mind, distinguishing them. I was both of
these reddish blobs, and then the life blob began extracting stuff from the master
blob in an arc-like path, and eventually only the life blob was left, which
gradually reformed into me, but with a 'new' tattered brownish-gray robe. During
the whole process (which felt like it took about five minutes), the only words I
heard were my dad saying, "Is this normal?" and the other guy watching the video
saying, "I'm not sure; I think so. Both of these kinds of things absorb all input
they recieve through their membranes, and it's permanently stored."
Either as a blob, or after the reforming, I began to recite something that perhaps
only I could hear....I don't remember most of it, but I know it was a more accurate
translation of what was on the wall. A prophecy perhaps? The only bits I still
remember for certain went something like..."and the whole knowledge of [whatever
the title of this text was] came into him, and his mind was shattered and broken
for the rest of his life, but it also made him forever immune to the effects of the
[fire-sky-drake] and he will even control it, once he finds it." ("Fire-sky-drake
is the best translation. There was a better name for it in the dream, but this
creature was real and responsible for the devastation going on even now. Better
description to follow at end of dream.) There was more, but I forgot it.
Soon enough, I was walking in a park-like area, and there were more cards
everywhere. (At this point I suspected I'd been watching too much Yu-gi-oh, and I
don't even watch it.) There was a bald black man who was talking insane gibberish
similar to the 'prophecy' I'd recited, but as soon as it was just us two, he
started making sense. I knew his name (but I don't remember it now), and called him
by it, and he said he was waiting for [name I also forget], who might be dead, but
possessing people or something. I was about to tell him I thought maybe I was
holding the guy, when the shadow of the 'fire-sky-drake' passed to us, he started
speaking crazy things again, and my dad woke me up.
I actually had this one this morning, but wasn't able to get it onto the comp until
just now. (Thanks, family-members-who-must-play-card-games-and-solitare-for-hours-on-end.)
It seems I forgot the description of the fire-sky-drake-thingy. Not much that was missed, really, but hey, might as well anyway. It never appeared in the dream exactly, but I knew about it. It's scales were made from hardened flame, and it's wings had enough surface area skin for the rest of it twice over. It was built almost like a snake with wings, but it had the forelegs of a tyrannosaur, and the hind legs of dragon. It's head had both a beak and teeth, and a tongue that bored into people's heads. It exerted some kind of unthinking mental influence about it that such that people couldn't fight against it successfully.
That's about it, really. Would've liked to see whwere the dream was going with it, but not many get that kind of opportunity.
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Date: 2004-08-26 08:18 am (UTC)-Ramenth Tor'Cyrello