Edensphere Dream
DREAM:
It was dark where she was. Her eyes opened, and she realized that was why it had been so very, very dark. Initially, she was simply in a sea of violet and lavender. There was no sound at all. There was no direction, it simply was. A light began to appear on the endless horizon. Slowly at first, then quickly, she was rushing towards it. The closer she got, she saw a blue hue, then the blurry vision sharpened, and it was an office. She raised her arms to protect from slamming into it, but she slid right through a wall, and into the body of a black-haired girl.
She was knelt over another body, that of a brown-haired woman, and tears streamed down her cheeks. She held the woman's hand, but it was losing warmth. She heard someone else in the office, but ignored it for now. When the body had finally lose all the heat of life, she wiped her eyes and bolted, only catching a flash of black hair and blue eyes.
She waited in the other office, hiding until the suit-clad man emerged, to which she appeared to him. He held out a paper, and all she could catch was the unmistakable scent of blood before the vision tipped, and she was sliding back out of it again. The body stayed perpendicular, but her transparent self began falling out of it. Before she was completely detached, her body's mouth opened and she heard the man ask, "So you're a medium?" Her fingers trying to hold onto the slippery office-vision fell off and she was rushing away from it, back into the bright and endless sea of violet.
Everything was silent.
Her eyes slid shut, and she curled up, who was that woman? Her heart was saddened by that sight... There! Another beam of white light. This time, she accepted it, wanted her body to slid into it. Her self rushed toward it, and she slammed into a body.
"We've got to find a contradiction!" The body looks down at the voice, but that was her own... The body's eyes saw... her own body! Her weightless body jumped out of the physical body she was in surprise. Everything was silent again, but she could see what was happening. A man with short gray hair, but long bangs was behind one desk, facing the body she'd jumped out of, the same man from the first light-beam... Up on the stand was a confident woman, smoking. She smiled at the man her body was standing.
The blue-eyed man was asking questions, the other man smirking at some of the questions being asked. There was a man behind a very high area, and he occasionally banged his small hammer. She watched with curiosity until the woman's black eyes widened with horror and she began sweating, breaking her expensive cigarette.
The girl floated toward herself, the body that was paying close attention to the case, wondering at this. Before she could get close enough, she slid back away, back into the sea of lavender. Her stomach rumbled, and, although she couldn't hear it, she felt it. She laughed soundlessly at it.
A light appeared and she rushed towards it. She slammed into the vision, as if it was growing harder to get through to these. She looked around and saw herself talking to the spiky-haired man. She was depressed, she knew. Then the man held out something in a bag. He said something and then she smiled.
A curly-haired woman appeared and offered her camera. A large group, herself, the black-haired man, the gray-haired man, and others all gathered around. The redheaded photographer grinned and gave a thumbs-up. The vision, too, soon slid out of her reach and she was back in the violet.
Then her body was sliding again towards a light, though it wasn't the same as the others.
Her eyes opened, and, instead of another soundless movie, she was surrounded by gross goop.
It was dark where she was. Her eyes opened, and she realized that was why it had been so very, very dark. Initially, she was simply in a sea of violet and lavender. There was no sound at all. There was no direction, it simply was. A light began to appear on the endless horizon. Slowly at first, then quickly, she was rushing towards it. The closer she got, she saw a blue hue, then the blurry vision sharpened, and it was an office. She raised her arms to protect from slamming into it, but she slid right through a wall, and into the body of a black-haired girl.
She was knelt over another body, that of a brown-haired woman, and tears streamed down her cheeks. She held the woman's hand, but it was losing warmth. She heard someone else in the office, but ignored it for now. When the body had finally lose all the heat of life, she wiped her eyes and bolted, only catching a flash of black hair and blue eyes.
She waited in the other office, hiding until the suit-clad man emerged, to which she appeared to him. He held out a paper, and all she could catch was the unmistakable scent of blood before the vision tipped, and she was sliding back out of it again. The body stayed perpendicular, but her transparent self began falling out of it. Before she was completely detached, her body's mouth opened and she heard the man ask, "So you're a medium?" Her fingers trying to hold onto the slippery office-vision fell off and she was rushing away from it, back into the bright and endless sea of violet.
Everything was silent.
Her eyes slid shut, and she curled up, who was that woman? Her heart was saddened by that sight... There! Another beam of white light. This time, she accepted it, wanted her body to slid into it. Her self rushed toward it, and she slammed into a body.
"We've got to find a contradiction!" The body looks down at the voice, but that was her own... The body's eyes saw... her own body! Her weightless body jumped out of the physical body she was in surprise. Everything was silent again, but she could see what was happening. A man with short gray hair, but long bangs was behind one desk, facing the body she'd jumped out of, the same man from the first light-beam... Up on the stand was a confident woman, smoking. She smiled at the man her body was standing.
The blue-eyed man was asking questions, the other man smirking at some of the questions being asked. There was a man behind a very high area, and he occasionally banged his small hammer. She watched with curiosity until the woman's black eyes widened with horror and she began sweating, breaking her expensive cigarette.
The girl floated toward herself, the body that was paying close attention to the case, wondering at this. Before she could get close enough, she slid back away, back into the sea of lavender. Her stomach rumbled, and, although she couldn't hear it, she felt it. She laughed soundlessly at it.
A light appeared and she rushed towards it. She slammed into the vision, as if it was growing harder to get through to these. She looked around and saw herself talking to the spiky-haired man. She was depressed, she knew. Then the man held out something in a bag. He said something and then she smiled.
A curly-haired woman appeared and offered her camera. A large group, herself, the black-haired man, the gray-haired man, and others all gathered around. The redheaded photographer grinned and gave a thumbs-up. The vision, too, soon slid out of her reach and she was back in the violet.
Then her body was sliding again towards a light, though it wasn't the same as the others.
Her eyes opened, and, instead of another soundless movie, she was surrounded by gross goop.