Wheels within wheels
Hello there to all my imaginary friends,
Had a weird dream last night/this morning. It was a little different than my normal dreams, mostly because it didn't involve me getting cacked in some really terrible manner.
The dream started off with me walking down this kind of walkway through a tunnel kind of thing. I came out of the tunnel into this kind of bar. It was vaguely reminiscent of the Canteena scene in Star Wars. The place was dark and smokey, and filled with all manner of strange people/things. The walls were weird, one was made of ivy covered stone, one was shiny metal like the hull of a spaceship, and another was made of shifting blocks of color. There were too many walls and too many angles for a normal room to have. I twigged pretty quick that I was dreaming, and the first thing I did was to check to see if I had my Ring on. It was there, and it's warm comforting glow let me know that things were going to be at least okay.
After taking stock of myself I noticed that I also had a sabre and pistol belted around my waist, and a black cloth patch covered the whole in my head where my eye used to be. For some reason I felt it's loss more acutely than normal, like the implant wasn't even in there. There was metal in my face, like piercings, but I couldn't find a mirror to check. Apart from that I was dressed pretty normal in my boots, jeans, t-shirt and my favorite vest. I didn't have my glasses on, but don't think I was wearing my contact lense either because my remaining eye didn't feel dry and itchy like it normally does when I have it in.
I briefly considered turning back and going out the way I came to see if I would wake up, but the path behind me felt very cold, freezingly so. I decided to press on and see what this dream brought me. After my eye became accustomed to the gloom I noticed that a lot of the bar's patrons were familiar to me, if a little different. For those of you I've discussed my dreams with before, you'll note that my dreams are usually populated by strangers and phantoms. Even if, in the logic of the dream, the person is someone I've known for years or even is related to me; they'll still be someone my subsconsious has invented. Particullarly if they're trying to rip my heart out, or are slowly vivisecting the muscles in my arm.
The bar was crowded, but of the ones I recognized, nobody was quite as I recall them. Kelly was sitting with Jessica and Kasey playing poker with some dogs, like in that velvet painting; she winked at me when I came in and tipped her cowgirl hat. Stephanie was keeping well back from the card players, her kitty ears twitching but never approaching too closely David was hustling bottles too and from the rear of the bar, acting as a bar-back, his heels clicking on the tile. C was sitting with some fancy-girls watching people play pool; she was wearing an elaborate green dress and green feathers were woven into her hair while she idly scratched my sygil into the top of a table. Brian sat apart from everyone, watching from under the collar of his coat, his hair fanned out like the mane of a lion. Debbie sat under a parisol, sipping champagne and wearing a baret. I saw Michael sitting by himself at a table; at first I thought he was eating a meal, but apon closer inspection I saw that he was cutting up a still beating heart with a knife and fork while trying to cover a gaping wound in his chest. John was standing next to a broken jukebox that Seth was trying to sing along with, John was wearing an oversized coat and staring at nothing, sometimes he would giggle to himself. There were a few others, but those are the ones that stood out to me.
Dawn and Nicole sat with a circle of friends at a corner table, they were wearing armor made from emerald green leather and furs. I approached their table and asked, "You looking to mess someone up?" Nicole responded, "Only you, if you mess something up, Poppabear." and laughed. I shrugged and headed for the bar. The bartender was a large man with six arms and the head of a walrus, he asked, "What're you drinking?"
"The weight of ages" I replied. He frowned as only a walrus can and placed a tall glass in front of me. It was filled with a murky brown liquid, with currents of orange in it. It seemed to swirl around, and had a little foam on the top. I smelled it, but it had no odor at all. I set it back down on the bar and looked around.
"Someone's been asking about you, cutter." A voice from the stool next to me said. It had been empty a moment before, but now she was there. For those I've discussed my dreams in depth with, you know who she is. I haven't seen her for a long time in my dreams, and haven't heard her speak in a really loooong time.
"What does he want?" I asked, turning to face her. I can't remember what she was wearing, but she was a blonde this time.
"Didn't say, said you'd know." She shrugged and sipped her drink from a purple bottle.
"Doesn't he always." I sighed and headed towards the back of the bar.
I found his table at the back of a small rise. There was a large badger sitting in front of him keeping an eye on the crowd and eating silver beetles from a large mug. The badger winked at me as I approached and shifted her bulk to let me by. I knew immediatly how this was going to go.
I found him sitting at a booth with his back to the wall. He smiled up at me and motioned for me to sit. Of course he had my face, but it was a younger face, smoother, with two bright eyes shining up at me. I hung my sabre and pistol on the edge of the booth and sat across from him.
"I bet you're wondering why I asked you here?" He said with a slight chuckle.
"A seeker never wonders, only discovers the Universe in all it's wonder." I replied. Words I had not spoken alound in almost fifteen years.
"Of course, of course." He said, "But I know you're still curious. You can't let any kind of question drop, can you?"
"Alright," I sighed, "Why did you call me here?"
"I asked you here," he corrected, "I never call anyone."
"Fine, why did you ask me here?" I was growing a little weary and frustrated with the game.
"I wanted to ask you a question. Parden me, two questions." His eyes were fixed on mine, but he was still smiling my lopsided grin.
"So ask." I shrugged.
"Do you know... or rather, do you know the answer to the Riddle of Steel?" He said, leaned back, and regarded me.
"Yes," I replied simply.
"Then why are you still troubled?"
I tried to speak, but couldn't. The words were caught in my throat like they refused to leave my mouth. He waved me away as if dismissing me. The room was growning very cold and dark. The warmpth and illumination from my ring were the only things I could see or feel. I got to my feet and stumbled away from the booth, trying to find an exit. I kept tripping over chairs and people who had become still as stautes, although I could still hear conversation and the general sussuration of a crowded room. I blindly groped for the exit but the bar and once again become a cold, dark tunnel and I felt like I was drowning in a freezing lake; trying to swim to the surface.
I awoke out of breath to find myself in my own bed, with kelly snoring next to me.
Had a weird dream last night/this morning. It was a little different than my normal dreams, mostly because it didn't involve me getting cacked in some really terrible manner.
The dream started off with me walking down this kind of walkway through a tunnel kind of thing. I came out of the tunnel into this kind of bar. It was vaguely reminiscent of the Canteena scene in Star Wars. The place was dark and smokey, and filled with all manner of strange people/things. The walls were weird, one was made of ivy covered stone, one was shiny metal like the hull of a spaceship, and another was made of shifting blocks of color. There were too many walls and too many angles for a normal room to have. I twigged pretty quick that I was dreaming, and the first thing I did was to check to see if I had my Ring on. It was there, and it's warm comforting glow let me know that things were going to be at least okay.
After taking stock of myself I noticed that I also had a sabre and pistol belted around my waist, and a black cloth patch covered the whole in my head where my eye used to be. For some reason I felt it's loss more acutely than normal, like the implant wasn't even in there. There was metal in my face, like piercings, but I couldn't find a mirror to check. Apart from that I was dressed pretty normal in my boots, jeans, t-shirt and my favorite vest. I didn't have my glasses on, but don't think I was wearing my contact lense either because my remaining eye didn't feel dry and itchy like it normally does when I have it in.
I briefly considered turning back and going out the way I came to see if I would wake up, but the path behind me felt very cold, freezingly so. I decided to press on and see what this dream brought me. After my eye became accustomed to the gloom I noticed that a lot of the bar's patrons were familiar to me, if a little different. For those of you I've discussed my dreams with before, you'll note that my dreams are usually populated by strangers and phantoms. Even if, in the logic of the dream, the person is someone I've known for years or even is related to me; they'll still be someone my subsconsious has invented. Particullarly if they're trying to rip my heart out, or are slowly vivisecting the muscles in my arm.
The bar was crowded, but of the ones I recognized, nobody was quite as I recall them. Kelly was sitting with Jessica and Kasey playing poker with some dogs, like in that velvet painting; she winked at me when I came in and tipped her cowgirl hat. Stephanie was keeping well back from the card players, her kitty ears twitching but never approaching too closely David was hustling bottles too and from the rear of the bar, acting as a bar-back, his heels clicking on the tile. C was sitting with some fancy-girls watching people play pool; she was wearing an elaborate green dress and green feathers were woven into her hair while she idly scratched my sygil into the top of a table. Brian sat apart from everyone, watching from under the collar of his coat, his hair fanned out like the mane of a lion. Debbie sat under a parisol, sipping champagne and wearing a baret. I saw Michael sitting by himself at a table; at first I thought he was eating a meal, but apon closer inspection I saw that he was cutting up a still beating heart with a knife and fork while trying to cover a gaping wound in his chest. John was standing next to a broken jukebox that Seth was trying to sing along with, John was wearing an oversized coat and staring at nothing, sometimes he would giggle to himself. There were a few others, but those are the ones that stood out to me.
Dawn and Nicole sat with a circle of friends at a corner table, they were wearing armor made from emerald green leather and furs. I approached their table and asked, "You looking to mess someone up?" Nicole responded, "Only you, if you mess something up, Poppabear." and laughed. I shrugged and headed for the bar. The bartender was a large man with six arms and the head of a walrus, he asked, "What're you drinking?"
"The weight of ages" I replied. He frowned as only a walrus can and placed a tall glass in front of me. It was filled with a murky brown liquid, with currents of orange in it. It seemed to swirl around, and had a little foam on the top. I smelled it, but it had no odor at all. I set it back down on the bar and looked around.
"Someone's been asking about you, cutter." A voice from the stool next to me said. It had been empty a moment before, but now she was there. For those I've discussed my dreams in depth with, you know who she is. I haven't seen her for a long time in my dreams, and haven't heard her speak in a really loooong time.
"What does he want?" I asked, turning to face her. I can't remember what she was wearing, but she was a blonde this time.
"Didn't say, said you'd know." She shrugged and sipped her drink from a purple bottle.
"Doesn't he always." I sighed and headed towards the back of the bar.
I found his table at the back of a small rise. There was a large badger sitting in front of him keeping an eye on the crowd and eating silver beetles from a large mug. The badger winked at me as I approached and shifted her bulk to let me by. I knew immediatly how this was going to go.
I found him sitting at a booth with his back to the wall. He smiled up at me and motioned for me to sit. Of course he had my face, but it was a younger face, smoother, with two bright eyes shining up at me. I hung my sabre and pistol on the edge of the booth and sat across from him.
"I bet you're wondering why I asked you here?" He said with a slight chuckle.
"A seeker never wonders, only discovers the Universe in all it's wonder." I replied. Words I had not spoken alound in almost fifteen years.
"Of course, of course." He said, "But I know you're still curious. You can't let any kind of question drop, can you?"
"Alright," I sighed, "Why did you call me here?"
"I asked you here," he corrected, "I never call anyone."
"Fine, why did you ask me here?" I was growing a little weary and frustrated with the game.
"I wanted to ask you a question. Parden me, two questions." His eyes were fixed on mine, but he was still smiling my lopsided grin.
"So ask." I shrugged.
"Do you know... or rather, do you know the answer to the Riddle of Steel?" He said, leaned back, and regarded me.
"Yes," I replied simply.
"Then why are you still troubled?"
I tried to speak, but couldn't. The words were caught in my throat like they refused to leave my mouth. He waved me away as if dismissing me. The room was growning very cold and dark. The warmpth and illumination from my ring were the only things I could see or feel. I got to my feet and stumbled away from the booth, trying to find an exit. I kept tripping over chairs and people who had become still as stautes, although I could still hear conversation and the general sussuration of a crowded room. I blindly groped for the exit but the bar and once again become a cold, dark tunnel and I felt like I was drowning in a freezing lake; trying to swim to the surface.
I awoke out of breath to find myself in my own bed, with kelly snoring next to me.