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Ethereal and sublime. My friend and I arrived by canoe at this island, where we were greeted by a beautiful young chinese woman, who asked us to join her on shore. Suspecting a trap, I was wary, and when she played us false I grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. She laughed coldly, saying her friend was waiting, hidden, along the path that led up to the village, and we would never ascend it without being killed. I looked up the dark and tunnel-like path that rose up the hill under the canopy and saw her friend hidden in shadow - I called out to her, and to her disbelief she knew I had seen her, and slowly came forth.
The village was composed of long, low houses built in the ancient chinese style, painted crimson and filled with these beautiful chinese woman who hated us. Strangely enough, the far eastern side of the village was an out door mall of sorts, with clothing racks and tables set up on them, like the inside of a Bloomingdales.
We were all celebrating - because peace had finally been made and a friend of mine was marrying a chinese girl. This part was more like a musical, with everybody dancing, laughing, striking poses and playing in the mall area. Lots of silly fun, with that undercurrent of danger that had me watching my back at all times.
Then a group of male warriors charged in on us, killing my friends and the women they were going to marry, forcing me into hiding and despoiling the village. I swore revenge, and decided to hunt down the tree men who had killed my three companions.
What followed was an incredible hunting sequence through this massive chinese castle. All the chinese people were shapeshifters - they could assume the form of a certain animal. I was able to fly - though it was a very strange flight. What I would do is push off of something - a stone railing, or a massive ornamental lamp - and would soar slowly, as if through water, towards my destination, which I would latch onto (these jumps were never more than ten yards) and use my momentum to swing around and jump again, or simply hang there for a second before falling gently to the ground. It was glorious, thrilling, and very dangerous because I truly was soaring at a ridiculously slow speed while others were moving normally.
I only remember what happened at the end of the dream now. I had reached the top of the castle, where the second man was sparring with his son. He was shirtless, short and well muscled, with a look of mercilessness about him. I confronted him, and we fought, though his movements were hampered due to his desire to protect his son. The combat was incredible, and I finally killed him.
At this point the POV shifted to that of one of the chinese girls, who could soar much better than I could. She ascended with slow leaps and bounds all the way to the top of the castle, and there, in this dark kitchen, she fought the final man, who transformed himself into this long snake with a needle at the end of its tail. It was perhaps two yards long and she drifted around the air, darting blows with a thin shovel at where the snake danced, finally striking twice as it rounded a corner, cutting a small segement from the middle of its body and killing it, leaving it to shudder and twitch as it died.
The dream ended there, but I felt as if she cast herself off the cliff to die, having nothing left to live for now that her enemies were dead.
I've left out tonnes of details - some beautiful, others creepy - and at least two fifths of the whole dream because it is gone from me. It was all painted in vivid colors, with a dynamic and movie-esqe feel to it, charged with drama, eroticism and danger. And the slow soaring jumps I was able to take, pushing myself off from something and floating through the air towards the top of a lamp post, or a wall...
The village was composed of long, low houses built in the ancient chinese style, painted crimson and filled with these beautiful chinese woman who hated us. Strangely enough, the far eastern side of the village was an out door mall of sorts, with clothing racks and tables set up on them, like the inside of a Bloomingdales.
We were all celebrating - because peace had finally been made and a friend of mine was marrying a chinese girl. This part was more like a musical, with everybody dancing, laughing, striking poses and playing in the mall area. Lots of silly fun, with that undercurrent of danger that had me watching my back at all times.
Then a group of male warriors charged in on us, killing my friends and the women they were going to marry, forcing me into hiding and despoiling the village. I swore revenge, and decided to hunt down the tree men who had killed my three companions.
What followed was an incredible hunting sequence through this massive chinese castle. All the chinese people were shapeshifters - they could assume the form of a certain animal. I was able to fly - though it was a very strange flight. What I would do is push off of something - a stone railing, or a massive ornamental lamp - and would soar slowly, as if through water, towards my destination, which I would latch onto (these jumps were never more than ten yards) and use my momentum to swing around and jump again, or simply hang there for a second before falling gently to the ground. It was glorious, thrilling, and very dangerous because I truly was soaring at a ridiculously slow speed while others were moving normally.
I only remember what happened at the end of the dream now. I had reached the top of the castle, where the second man was sparring with his son. He was shirtless, short and well muscled, with a look of mercilessness about him. I confronted him, and we fought, though his movements were hampered due to his desire to protect his son. The combat was incredible, and I finally killed him.
At this point the POV shifted to that of one of the chinese girls, who could soar much better than I could. She ascended with slow leaps and bounds all the way to the top of the castle, and there, in this dark kitchen, she fought the final man, who transformed himself into this long snake with a needle at the end of its tail. It was perhaps two yards long and she drifted around the air, darting blows with a thin shovel at where the snake danced, finally striking twice as it rounded a corner, cutting a small segement from the middle of its body and killing it, leaving it to shudder and twitch as it died.
The dream ended there, but I felt as if she cast herself off the cliff to die, having nothing left to live for now that her enemies were dead.
I've left out tonnes of details - some beautiful, others creepy - and at least two fifths of the whole dream because it is gone from me. It was all painted in vivid colors, with a dynamic and movie-esqe feel to it, charged with drama, eroticism and danger. And the slow soaring jumps I was able to take, pushing myself off from something and floating through the air towards the top of a lamp post, or a wall...