Wow, dreams.
JoAnna was looking for old stationary, especially old ink drying powder, so we happened upon this ancient post office, and they sold us this old ink pen, an ink well, and a wooden block to write on. She wrote something on it, and then I wrote something, the ink soaked right in. Suddenly, the ink began to...unsoak from the wood. It spelled the letters "DOE" or maybe "POE". I had no idea what it meant, so I wrote something else on it, trying to make conversation. It replied.
Later, I realized I could speak with it whenever I wished. It would transform into a messy stack of papers, and I would speak (not write), and it would reply. I would ask it questions, and a different sheet of paper would rearrange itself so that it was on top, and it would be a different person answering the question. Sometimes I would get straight answers, but most of the time it would be random numbers and letters, almost hex, and then it began to show me MSN screen names, which I assumed belonged to the spirits I was talking to. They would flash by so fast, that it was impossible to catch them and remember them. It was not afraid to do this in front of others, but it spoke only to me.
Later, it turned into a glass of apple juice. Words were forming on the glass, in white letters, it was showing me the most beautiful poem, but again, it was flashing by too fast to read the entire thing. I got the feeling it wanted me to drink some, so I did, and it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.
I asked it to show me something wonderful, and when I entered my bedroom, it was filled with sand. It was as if the sand had grown up from the ground, all of my things were settled on it. I climbed around on the dunes, and a warm wind began to blow. It was amazing. The wind started to blow harder, and I began to worry. Sand was blowing all over, and I told them to stop, but the wind continued. I hid underneath the top bunk, and eventually the wind stopped, and the sand sank back into the ground.
I don't remember much else. I had another dream that was some bastard mix of Crazy Taxi and Soul Reaver, I was in a taxi delivering spirits here and there.
All very strange, but very lovely. I have a feeling there was an even more wonderous dream that I can't recall.
Later, I realized I could speak with it whenever I wished. It would transform into a messy stack of papers, and I would speak (not write), and it would reply. I would ask it questions, and a different sheet of paper would rearrange itself so that it was on top, and it would be a different person answering the question. Sometimes I would get straight answers, but most of the time it would be random numbers and letters, almost hex, and then it began to show me MSN screen names, which I assumed belonged to the spirits I was talking to. They would flash by so fast, that it was impossible to catch them and remember them. It was not afraid to do this in front of others, but it spoke only to me.
Later, it turned into a glass of apple juice. Words were forming on the glass, in white letters, it was showing me the most beautiful poem, but again, it was flashing by too fast to read the entire thing. I got the feeling it wanted me to drink some, so I did, and it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.
I asked it to show me something wonderful, and when I entered my bedroom, it was filled with sand. It was as if the sand had grown up from the ground, all of my things were settled on it. I climbed around on the dunes, and a warm wind began to blow. It was amazing. The wind started to blow harder, and I began to worry. Sand was blowing all over, and I told them to stop, but the wind continued. I hid underneath the top bunk, and eventually the wind stopped, and the sand sank back into the ground.
I don't remember much else. I had another dream that was some bastard mix of Crazy Taxi and Soul Reaver, I was in a taxi delivering spirits here and there.
All very strange, but very lovely. I have a feeling there was an even more wonderous dream that I can't recall.