Haha such weirdness... 2 sessions (session 2 is way less dumb)
1.
So the first part I remember was involving me, and Liam, and Ian in a car. We were driving along through traffic and at one point we were trying to merge. Someone drove right in front of me, cutting me off, but then had to stop because of the traffic. For some reason, I got out of the car, walked up to theirs, pulled them out, stabbed them a couple times with some sort of knivery, and threw them into the opposite flow of traffic, which was moving briskly. My brain conjured the image of a watermelon shattering as it got hit by a car for this part. Then I moved their car out of my way -- only to have another person do the same cut-me-off maneuver. Rinse and repeat.
Anyway, after this, Liam and Ian were suprised but somehow not appalled. We went on to where we were going -- next thing I remember we were in a cafeteria, standing up at the counter. There were two people behind said counter -- a small bitchy looking woman, and a large angry looking man.
For some reason they associated us with someone who was missing -- I don't remember his name so we'll call him Gilbert. He was apparently some combination of handicapped and retarded -- the kind that made him talk slow, hold one arm up bent at the elbow, and drag his foot sometimes. Whatever that is. Anyway, the large man was holding a knife-like spatula, and asking Liam and Ian "where is he?" and Liam was shaking his head like, "not going to say". It turns out 'Gilbert' was one of the people I had utterly and brutally owned in traffic earlier. So this got even weirder.
The man was angrily slicing a quesadilla in a very threatening manner, as if to imply that not telling him where Gilbert was would make them next on the gridle. This gave me an idea. The woman, although not as big, was even more agitated, holding a knife and starting to totally get out of control. I told Liam to act like he was buckling under the pressure and admit that the big angry man knew where Gilbert was, and had done something to him. It worked -- instead of asking questions the woman just decapitated the man outright. There was a modicum of blood and mess. Anyway, at this point I stepped up and somehow decided to pose as Gilbert. For some reason, I dont' know if I looked like Gilbert at all or what, but it worked and everyone bought it -- even the woman, who though dubious, seemed to see me as two different people. Like, she accepted Gilbert but at the same time suspected me of having done something with him. It was weird. Also there was something about us making food with the real gilbert's flesh or something and it was totally bizarre. People were eating it and I recall remembering what it was just before I tried some. So weird..
Sufficed to say, I got tired of having to act 'retarded' really quickly. So I started to let it slip when she wasn't around. At this point, however, more stuff started happening. I was running around this area that was somewhat like an institution [school, not asylum] and talking to people and trading things with them and 'taking a class' and all sorts of nonsense. I was trying to find the store -- i.e. the person who was selling things to the rest of us, not so much a store -- and not having much luck.
I distinctly remember the next area looking like the science hallway at North Junior High, and Liam and I were running down it -- it was longer than we'd remembered, seeing as this was a dream. There were apparently some psuedo-mysterious people of authority throughout this entire thing, rather alien-esque in presentation to my sleeping mind but not aliens in actuality. They were growing tired of the woman's ranting and raving and accusations and insanity about Gilbert. By this juncture I wasn't even putting up the act most of the time. Anyway I was following Liam, as he sought some money which he was going to use to "buy a poem online". I don't remember if it was a specific poem or a custom-made poem, it wasn't clear.
Verbatim dialogue at this point:
Me: "what? a poem?"
Liam: "yes I have to buy it online"
Me: "what for?"
Liam: "for love"
Me: "um.. for love?"
Liam: "yeah, in case of love"
So yeah, totally weird. At that point the woman wandered into the scene and saw me, and started to throw a fit. I threw the Gilbert act on and confused her but I got the sense that the authority figures, who were apparently at the end of the hall down which we were running and in plain view of psycho-lady. I decided I was tired of being retarded and annihilated her in some manner which was not made clear to me at the time or even later.
2.
After this the next thing I remember was being like a ghostly observer on a spaceship-type vessel that was in the midst of terrestrial flight. There were two people there, not human but recognizable. Think elves meet demons meet something even cooler. Their dress was very ornate and such, like something out of Star Wars but functional. In any event, they were discussing the status of the world over which I assume we were flying.
Apparently there was some sort of threat in the form of a new soldier being developed. In the past this place or the forces occupying it had been using these huge muscular guys, and these fellows trained in some sort of weird blade combat/martial arts. They had names for them, so a soldier with both of those attributes was a Rondek Shue. The Rondek part was the muscular bit, the shue part referred to the martial arts stuff. But now, they had been raising/creating/training/whatevering these fellows with another development -- metal skeletons. Like a lining of steel or some such metal underneath the skin. In some cases they had blades instead of hands, as well, extensions of the sub-dermal metal stuff. These soldiers were the Rondek Cond Shue. Yes I realize the naming conventions are very Dune-esque.
So the two people on the ship were arguing -- the woman appeared to be a diplomat of some kind, although her dress and carriage also implied battle. The man was much more of a warrior, with the air and weight of a general about his shoulders. The subject at hand was how to fight this new threat. Apparently there was some age old evil that had been dealt with and lain to rest ages ago. However, because the two arguing weren't human, discerning ages was nearly impossible and the odds seemed good that they could have been around in the times when that evil was active. The general, his name was Gevwyn or something like that [ the woman was Lanwyl or such ] had been around, such was made clear, although the extent of his involvement was not made clear at this time. And they had more complicated names, those are just abridged versions.
Scene cut -- now I'm following the woman. It isn't clear to me whether I'm a narrator-type observer or an actual entity just yet.
She enters a large dark chamber -- decidedly closed in like a cave but with some amount of ambient light. The walls are grooved stone and there is a lot of texture along the floor, like paths would be worn if it were dirt instead of rock. There was an alcove to the left of where we entered, and from there the path continued back and ahead. Past the alcove was a pool of what would seem to be blood if it weren't so dark as to appear black. In it rests the huge -- and by all appearances and indications, dead -- form of a demon or fiend of some sort. Stained by the contents of the pool, it is difficult to make out the body's colors but the shape of it is mostly muscle. Across from this black pool, on the other side of a stone extension of the path that serves as a kind of bridge and dam, is a pool of crystal clear water, untainted to the eye and apparently empty as well [it is partially lit by the light in the chamber but not so much as a pool would be with one of those lights in the wall, under the water, that comes on at night.] The woman walks to the end of the bridge-like section of the path and comes to kneel on the far side of the dead demon's bulk.
==Although I could perhaps draw it, it is difficult to really describe the inside of this room but it won't be important for too much longer anyway.==
The surface of the clear pool or water may have swirled, but neither myself nor the woman noticed, her attention focused on the still form before her.
She whispered some manner of conjuration or intonation -- apparently expecting some grand result. At first nothing happened. It was at this point that my attention shifted from her and focused more on the still form at her feet. More specifically, I was watching the face and for motion in the eyes -- almost as though I somehow knew what was going to happen or what to expect. I couldn't escape the feeling that I knew this thing, from somewhere or somehow.
The second time she said it, I felt a breeze I'm sure she didn't notice and right in front of me, the eyes of the creature opened. It seemed to swell in size in some barely perceptible way, and the eyes looked at me with satisfaction. As she said it a third time, not knowing what to expect from the intonation, it sighed audibly and reached up with a massive arm to grab her by the neck and lift her from the ground. "Oh how I love hearing those words" its voice echoed like low thunder in the chamber. For some reason I understood that hearing them had given it strength and even brought it back to life. I didn't doubt that repeating them had only intensified their effect and could do so again.
==If this were a movie, the demon would have been played by Willem Dafoe, if that helps anyone.==
As it stood, lifting her easily off the ground, it glanced at me and grinned, giving me the first real indication that I was an entity in my own right. "Fancy meeting you here." he said, grinning. He walked down the stone path, carrying the hapless woman who was very much in over her head, he yelled offhandedly over his shoulder, "hey Pitch!"
Interestingly enough, a figure coalesced out of the clear water immediately -- looking exactly like Brad Pitt in Meet Joe Black. I don't recall if the same black suit was worn but it was some manner of black clothing and it was undoubtedly him. He chuckled softly and followed behind the still unnamed demon. As he progressed toward the chamber entrance, the demon shrank and became much more human in size, though still muscular and with a faintly skeletal appearance. Color returned to his features, as well -- not human color, exactly -- and his hair was a strange blue.
I have to go but i'll write the rest later.
And now, for the thrilling conclusion!
The demon and Pitch both walked past me -- Pitch gave me a chuckle but said nothing -- with the woman, Lanwyl, still in tow. She was making explanations and arguments at this point, both verbally and physically, though I don't recall seeing her bring any magic to bear on the situation. Perhaps she couldn't.
Walking to the alcove, the demon thrust her inside, still holding her up with one arm. Standing outside of the doorway, he pressed her against the wall to its left [diagonally across the threshhold] and after a moment removed his arm -- she stayed pinned to the wall. A thick layer of what appeared to be glass had risen slowly from the floor directly in the doorway, stopping roughly 8 inches from the ceiling and presenting no means of exit from the alcove. It was at this time that I noticed the wall opposite the woman was also clear like glass, providing her with a view of the pool from which she had risen these fiends. After a moment's struggle she seemed to realize she was quite stuck.
Oddly, the grin on the demon's face didn't last. His expression turned sour as he said, "Gevwyn, huh? I know that name. I'm sure he'll be very happy to see me." There was little doubt that whatever her intentions he saw her in the same light -- unfortunately for her. Her resistance only intensified, and suddenly with a strange hand motion the demon made as if to pull something out of her, like yanking an invisible rope. As his arm snapped back, she gasped and went silent.
After taking a moment to look back on the chamber, he turned and strode out, leaving Pitch and me to follow in his wake.
Sometime later I became aware again -- now I had much more of a corporeal form, basically representing myself exactly but at times translucent like a ghost. We were flying over the same landscape I had observed in the ship with the general, and coming up quickly on what appeared to be some sort of encampment or base.
Around this time I recall realizing that appearances aside, there was no proof the woman was actually dead, and that we might see her again down the line. Such a train of thought was cut off however, by the sight of many soldiers before us. They appeared to be rather normal though I knew they were not.
"Ah, Rondek Shue," the demon said, chuckling. "Some things never change."
It occured to me that the knowledge I had gained, incorporeal, watching the general and that woman talk could actually be of use -- right as we touched down.
"They aren't Rondek Shue. They're a new breed, and they have new weapons. The difference is more than skin deep, if you take my meaning. They are called Rondek Cond Shue."
"Hmm. What has forgerock got anything to do with this?" he mused, apparently privy to some deeper meaning behind the soldiers' common title. As he spoke he engaged the first of the warriors, who had reached where we stood outside of our ship. With speed and strength that belied even his appearance, he grasped the man by both arms and tried to rip them off. Failing that, he bent the fellow's outstretched arms around behind his back and watched the skin tear at the seams of his shoulders. Something akin to steel glinted in the sun. "Well, I suppose that could explain a little bit" he grinned, looking at Pitch with a 'let's have some fun' expression and bending the man in half.
Pitch seemed only too eager to do so, though he did not display the strength the demon enjoyed. A slight smirk and a fair amount of agility seemed to serve him well enough anyway.
Before long, we were at the top of one of the base's tower structures, standing on a wooden deck and basically surrounded. I was having slight difficulties dealing with these metal-whatever bastards, and clinging to a post I recall thinking I should ask the demon for the powers of a frog. Apparently it seemed not abnormal at all to me to make such a request -- though his sly smile told me such events were unusual and that he had turned down my requests before out of amusement because he knew I would make due without. I think I had the jumping and sticking in mind when I realized a spider's attributes would work even better. By this time I was literally sticking to surfaces anyway, in my haste to avoid unnecessary entanglements. Pitch seemed to find my request humorous, and said "Old Spike never needed any powers and he stayed safe just fine".
Although no explanations were made I somehow knew he referred to a grizzled hound or feline that had travelled with us for sometime. I didn't get any sense of Spike's current mortality status however.
About there was where the dream wound down and I started to awake for the final time. I'm not sure what brought me up but I remembered a lot of the dream[s] (which may or may not be obvious) so I assume it was a fairly natural emergence.
Anyway, just wanted to get it finished before I had more to write about. Had a long day!
And now I don't remember a name for the demon.