Old school? Also possibly known as "god I suck at descriptive writing"
It wasn't a dream, and it wasn't just thinking...it was sort of the half way state where I know I'm lying in bed, but I can also see and feel everything I'm picturing...not sounds though, sounds I have to dub in.
I was trying to find your token, to see if that would help me figure things out a little better...I mean, I'd decided on one before, but it was just a cipher as I didn't really know you.
It's a common playground in my head, all set out on a black and white checked inlaid board...[list to follow...feel free to skip. It would be more interesting if I put names in, but what fun would that be? This way you can guess!] ...Everyone else is represented with a token--she's a blue blown glass crazy bauble thing with gold engravings and the occasional fish inside, he's self folding origami with hounds-tooth pattern paper, usually in a vaguely samurai shape, she's a warm, glowing cabochon of amber, and there's a silver facet I can see pictures in now, he's just a collection of shining light spangles, he's sunlight through leaves, he's a tentacle armed tree, he's an mist filled convex mirror, she's a wind up emergency mouse, he's music, which is less of a compliment than it sounds like, and he's a sounding guitar string.
Oddly enough, none of my family's on the board. I'm not really sure why. Too big maybe.
But youuu...I needed to replace the cipher, because it didn't fit well enough.
I float above the board/lie in bed as nebulous possibilities float by...most of them don't bother to realize, because they don't fit properly.
Then it was a snake, made of metal but still alive...and it didn't seem wrong, but it didn't seem quite right either, which is new...so I sat and let it twine among my fingers, scales rubbing roughly against the sides, sitting and contemplating...
And then it twisted, struck, and sunk its fangs in the webbing between my thumb and forefinger, blood welling up around its head. I screamed (but forgot to put in the sound) and shook my hand till it fell off, falling to a dark gray ground where it shattered into dust (delayed sound...oh that should make a crashing noise). I held my hand above the dust and watched several drops fall into it. A thick green mist the color of hospital scrubs, billowing and enveloping me almost as soon as I saw it, then contracted around me in a thick, slick cocoon, rubbery and confining.
This was an odd place, as I could only see the outside of it (narrator spot!) but I could only feel the inside, the gently giving but always resilient confinement.
Not in a panic, but with careful deliberation I ran my bleeding hand along the inside of the pod, creating a vicious red streak along the bottom...it fell out, and i fell through it.
Then I was angry, the deep and viscious anger I almost never am, certainly never ever on my own behalf, and grabbed winds in both hands (neither bleeding anymore) and shove the mist, wad it up and shove it beneath one of the inlaid squares...not that it doesn't fight, but I'm stronger than it is. Finished, I seal the edges and sit on the square as an unnecessary extra measure, part exhaustion, part paranoia.
I figure that answered at least part of my question.
So I got up out of bed and went to go find something else to think about.
Oh, and what the hell...
Yea, verily: Who is that, running through the wasteland! It is Heather, hands clutching a bladed baseball bat! She roars mightily:
"I'm going to clobber you until your anus and mouth reverse their functions!!!"
Get your battle cry here, w00t. I think we've done this before, but it amused me.
I was trying to find your token, to see if that would help me figure things out a little better...I mean, I'd decided on one before, but it was just a cipher as I didn't really know you.
It's a common playground in my head, all set out on a black and white checked inlaid board...[list to follow...feel free to skip. It would be more interesting if I put names in, but what fun would that be? This way you can guess!] ...Everyone else is represented with a token--she's a blue blown glass crazy bauble thing with gold engravings and the occasional fish inside, he's self folding origami with hounds-tooth pattern paper, usually in a vaguely samurai shape, she's a warm, glowing cabochon of amber, and there's a silver facet I can see pictures in now, he's just a collection of shining light spangles, he's sunlight through leaves, he's a tentacle armed tree, he's an mist filled convex mirror, she's a wind up emergency mouse, he's music, which is less of a compliment than it sounds like, and he's a sounding guitar string.
Oddly enough, none of my family's on the board. I'm not really sure why. Too big maybe.
But youuu...I needed to replace the cipher, because it didn't fit well enough.
I float above the board/lie in bed as nebulous possibilities float by...most of them don't bother to realize, because they don't fit properly.
Then it was a snake, made of metal but still alive...and it didn't seem wrong, but it didn't seem quite right either, which is new...so I sat and let it twine among my fingers, scales rubbing roughly against the sides, sitting and contemplating...
And then it twisted, struck, and sunk its fangs in the webbing between my thumb and forefinger, blood welling up around its head. I screamed (but forgot to put in the sound) and shook my hand till it fell off, falling to a dark gray ground where it shattered into dust (delayed sound...oh that should make a crashing noise). I held my hand above the dust and watched several drops fall into it. A thick green mist the color of hospital scrubs, billowing and enveloping me almost as soon as I saw it, then contracted around me in a thick, slick cocoon, rubbery and confining.
This was an odd place, as I could only see the outside of it (narrator spot!) but I could only feel the inside, the gently giving but always resilient confinement.
Not in a panic, but with careful deliberation I ran my bleeding hand along the inside of the pod, creating a vicious red streak along the bottom...it fell out, and i fell through it.
Then I was angry, the deep and viscious anger I almost never am, certainly never ever on my own behalf, and grabbed winds in both hands (neither bleeding anymore) and shove the mist, wad it up and shove it beneath one of the inlaid squares...not that it doesn't fight, but I'm stronger than it is. Finished, I seal the edges and sit on the square as an unnecessary extra measure, part exhaustion, part paranoia.
I figure that answered at least part of my question.
So I got up out of bed and went to go find something else to think about.
Oh, and what the hell...
Yea, verily: Who is that, running through the wasteland! It is Heather, hands clutching a bladed baseball bat! She roars mightily:
"I'm going to clobber you until your anus and mouth reverse their functions!!!"
Get your battle cry here, w00t. I think we've done this before, but it amused me.