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For some reason, i'm always watching excessively violent dreams from the upper corner of the room, almost like i'm a security camera or something. but it was thundering, and these people were trapped in a warehouse. They worked there, and knew each other, and were meshing well. no falling out and subsequent picking off for them. anyway, the guy had a fire ax, and they were making their way across the main floor. Lightning and thunder coming through the high windows. Just when they were getting to the far door, it burst open, and this guy wearing a tattered robe and carrying a long-handled ax burst into the room and ran straight at the other three people. I was watching, and the newcomer's ax looked flimsy. The haft was incredibly skinny, the ax-head tiny and waving around like the haft was made out of rubber. anyway, he clashed with the fire-ax guy, though not trying very hard. Fire-Ax was deadly serious. He threw the newcomer to the ground, while i'm trying to tell him to stop, because it isn't what it looks like, but they don't seem to notice. He winds up, swings, and plants the ax in the robed man's chest. The hood falls away, and we see a person i somehow knew was the fourth person in their party. He was struggling on the ax blade, coughing blood and groaning while the other three looked on. He died. The two who hadn't done the killing looked at Fire-Ax, then walked away from him while i tried to explain that it was an accident. I woke up, and lay there for about ten minutes because i didn't want to sleep again.
I did anyway. This dream is a lot hazier. It involved someone trying to sneak their way into a house for some reason or another.
I have to go for now. Two more dreams later.
and back.
during a blackout, i found myself in the neighbor's house with some people that i used to go to grade school with. none of them were in my class, so for a while i was the oldest person there. there were three slices of cake in a little metal pan at the center of the room. One of them, a girl whose name i doubt i ever knew, claimed the cheesecake, and all the others conceded, saying that their parents had made it for her. This left two slices, one that looked like poo, and another that looked like a brownie. The two remaining siblings claimed the brownie one, so i tore a piece off the one that looked like poo and ate it. The lighting was weird: pitch-dark except for the light of a bonfire coming through the windows. the cake was not poo, but some sort of rocky road thing, and i said so. anyway, we ate and talked and listed to something happening across the street. Then these kids pulled out cigarettes and i tried telling them how hard it had been to quit (i figure i was really close to consciousness at this point). they waffled, but ended up smoking in the end, so i went to the big window and looked out. across the street, there seemed to be an enormous party going on, hence the bonfires. it sounded pretty wild, so i sat and watched. After a while, a cop car rolled up with its lights going. i could see individual faces in the crowd, while two officers, with guns drawn, made their way into the party. this is where i woke up.
I fell asleep again. This time, i had a dream that i was in Japan. I was sitting in some sort of Tea House, and i had no idea how i had gotten there. I didn't speak Japanese, and I didn't speak English. This guy came up to me and started asking me questions. I didn't understand, and he didn't understand that i didn't understand. He got angry, but before he could do anything, a girl showed up who could speak my language. I don't remember much about her except that she was asian. I don't think she was japanese, though. (pretty weird already) So we talk, and get out of the place. on our way out, she stops me. The perspective shifts, and i can see what she sees: I have names tattooed on my neck and along my hairline. We investigate, but can't figure out what the names mean. We roam around, and end up at a concert. One that she has a solo in. She sings and at the end, she asks if i want to do something a little more fun. I say sure, and (as is the way of dreams) we are suddenly in a room full of armored, armed men. Kendo gear and katanas. I take a sword, and i'm really clumsy at it. They laugh, but only until i realize what's wrong. The sword is the wrong shape and weight, so i get a rapier, and own. This gives my companion an idea. It turns out that the names are those of men i have killed. I'm not old, but getting there, but even so, there's no way i could have killed so many men. maybe i was immortal or something.
Either way, that's how it went.
I kind of want to use that last one. I had a thought upon finishing Dracula. to kill a vampire, you stake him, cut his head off, stuff the mouth with garlic or holy wafers. What happens if something happens before you can cut off his head? What if you merely stake him? would he lay dormant? So suppose we were to find a dessicated man in the desert who died from being staked to a wall? We bring him back, and somehow, the stake is removed. He lives again, as does his hunter, a man who has yet to die. Not immortal, or all-powerful, or anything. He's just a guy who hasn't died yet.
I really want to write a vampire story.
I did anyway. This dream is a lot hazier. It involved someone trying to sneak their way into a house for some reason or another.
I have to go for now. Two more dreams later.
and back.
during a blackout, i found myself in the neighbor's house with some people that i used to go to grade school with. none of them were in my class, so for a while i was the oldest person there. there were three slices of cake in a little metal pan at the center of the room. One of them, a girl whose name i doubt i ever knew, claimed the cheesecake, and all the others conceded, saying that their parents had made it for her. This left two slices, one that looked like poo, and another that looked like a brownie. The two remaining siblings claimed the brownie one, so i tore a piece off the one that looked like poo and ate it. The lighting was weird: pitch-dark except for the light of a bonfire coming through the windows. the cake was not poo, but some sort of rocky road thing, and i said so. anyway, we ate and talked and listed to something happening across the street. Then these kids pulled out cigarettes and i tried telling them how hard it had been to quit (i figure i was really close to consciousness at this point). they waffled, but ended up smoking in the end, so i went to the big window and looked out. across the street, there seemed to be an enormous party going on, hence the bonfires. it sounded pretty wild, so i sat and watched. After a while, a cop car rolled up with its lights going. i could see individual faces in the crowd, while two officers, with guns drawn, made their way into the party. this is where i woke up.
I fell asleep again. This time, i had a dream that i was in Japan. I was sitting in some sort of Tea House, and i had no idea how i had gotten there. I didn't speak Japanese, and I didn't speak English. This guy came up to me and started asking me questions. I didn't understand, and he didn't understand that i didn't understand. He got angry, but before he could do anything, a girl showed up who could speak my language. I don't remember much about her except that she was asian. I don't think she was japanese, though. (pretty weird already) So we talk, and get out of the place. on our way out, she stops me. The perspective shifts, and i can see what she sees: I have names tattooed on my neck and along my hairline. We investigate, but can't figure out what the names mean. We roam around, and end up at a concert. One that she has a solo in. She sings and at the end, she asks if i want to do something a little more fun. I say sure, and (as is the way of dreams) we are suddenly in a room full of armored, armed men. Kendo gear and katanas. I take a sword, and i'm really clumsy at it. They laugh, but only until i realize what's wrong. The sword is the wrong shape and weight, so i get a rapier, and own. This gives my companion an idea. It turns out that the names are those of men i have killed. I'm not old, but getting there, but even so, there's no way i could have killed so many men. maybe i was immortal or something.
Either way, that's how it went.
I kind of want to use that last one. I had a thought upon finishing Dracula. to kill a vampire, you stake him, cut his head off, stuff the mouth with garlic or holy wafers. What happens if something happens before you can cut off his head? What if you merely stake him? would he lay dormant? So suppose we were to find a dessicated man in the desert who died from being staked to a wall? We bring him back, and somehow, the stake is removed. He lives again, as does his hunter, a man who has yet to die. Not immortal, or all-powerful, or anything. He's just a guy who hasn't died yet.
I really want to write a vampire story.