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Aug. 4th, 2006

I had such a weird dream last night.

Well, really, I had several because I was too hot, and when I overheat my brain goes funny...

But one in particular really stood out: about a young man with wings. It started off as something else entirely, but referenced him and his childhood, and his twin sister.

Then later, it turned into something about his quest to find the end of the world, accompanied by his sister and six (or eight, it was one of the two) 'servants'. The way he rewarded them for their achievements ended up prompting avarice.

A short while after his sister had died in a battle in the street (she was actually trying to heal people), the servants turned upon him, killed him and took the thing he had been using as a reward, and broke the bit he had said should never be broken.

They were transported immediately to a strange brick underground room made of many chambers with pillars, and from a door came as many men as there were servants.

They were Orangemen. Not the religious irish kind either, but... like monks with hooded robes the colour of the robes the priests in Japan wear. They proceeded to do away with the servants - which I'm assuming is why he knew he should never break that section.

His dead body was transported there with them, and as the Orangemen killed the servants, his sister's soul rushed out of her twin's body and fled into another chamber, where there was this blue.. kind of line on the floor.

...which turned out to be the twins' mother, and the sister's soul embracing it released their mother's soul from the prison.

And then I woke up, feeling distinctly confused.

...I think I better turn that into a story, before my brain goes melty.

His wings were purple. o.O; I ought to try the sister sometime too...


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Aug. 4th, 2006 11:28 pm (UTC)
"...I think I better turn that into a story, before my brain goes melty."

Too late to worry about that :P
Aug. 5th, 2006 03:27 am (UTC)
Very nice. You have a very active imagination and you're great with stories. I'd love to be able to read it some day if at all possible, if you don't mind that is.

kinda miss the good mt-rpg days, kinda what this reminded me of. no offense intended.
Aug. 5th, 2006 07:44 am (UTC)
Sure you can read it, if and when I do it. ^_^ And of course I don't mind! :o

I miss 'em too. :/
Aug. 5th, 2006 10:09 am (UTC)
So, plot for November sorted?
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Aug. 5th, 2006 11:03 pm (UTC)
Eeeh... You shouldn't say that. My dreams are more full of death. :/ It's a little worrying. I don't know what to do about it, there's only so much you can put down to your past before people start to think you're a little... nutso.

You shouldn't worry. *hugs tight* If I analyse this dream, it's all about looking for things: the guy was looking for the soul of his mother, as was his sister. The servants were looking for riches and fortune, which the orangemen ensured they didn't receive... the only happy bit was the sister's soul finding the mothers', but it didn't stop me waking up crying...

Everyone is looking for something in their dreams, you shouldn't worry about it... The only thing is to think about whether it's something you think you might find, or something you should consign to the ether...
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