Weird Dreams - Episode One
This is not the sort of dream you have when you're fully conscious, or even semi-conscious. This is a dream you have when your heartbeat's at its slowest, when your brainwaves are in perhaps the alpha stage, when you're experiencing REM. In short these dreams are the kind you have when you sleep.
Now, what is the significance of writing out my dreams? Answer: Nothing. But I didn't want to waste having a blog so I might as well post something yeah? And if I can't be philosophical or analytical about a subject matter, I might as well be plain weird.
Of all the places I could dream about, I had to dream of a mall. Yes, I was in the mall and I was walking around looking for things to buy. I don't exactly recall what were on display but I do know that at one point I was at a stairwell. The stairs were made of concrete, covered with small pebbles and it spiralled upwards towards the roof.
I was compelled to climb the stairs, perhaps I was hoping to find more interesting items to purchase. At the very top I found a disco of sorts. The hot-pink double-doors were shut but smoke seeped out through the narrow gap between the door and the floor. Instead of a bouncer, there was a little old lady named Tess. She wore butterfly glasses and her graying hair was made up in a beehive. She was filing her nails when she saw me and sweetly smiled.
"Here you go, dearie." She greeted and handed me a key. The key was as long as my open palm, heavy and spun from gold.
"Where does this go?" I asked.
Tess had gone back to filing her nails and was ignoring me. I stared at the double-doors and despite seeing no keyhole, I raised the key and pushed it against the door. I felt it sink in and turn by itself.
The doors opened and fog rolled out. There was no music, only wildly flailing lights and as I stepped in I saw five figures. They were shadowy, practically featureless until I approached. Though I have never seen them before, I somehow knew their names.
The first one I approached was called Earne. He was a massive man, shoulders broad as double-doors, a height that forced me to crane my neck just so I could see the cleft on his square jaw. He was dressed in rugged clothing, a fur-trimmed vest atop his heavily muscled frame. His pants were made from tanned skin, and his feet were clad in moccassins. He squinted at me with his brown eyes and his thick lips pressed into a grim line. The beginning of crow's feet and wrinkles peered around his eyes, promising that he was far older than he looked. From the corner of my eyes I saw something approach. Instinctively I ducked, just in time as an enormous hammer swooped overhead. Earne effortlessly raised his arm into the air and caught the hammer's handle with a gloved hand. He cocked his head, his short-cropped mousy-brown hair barely disturbed and motioned that I keep going.
Trembling, I did just that.
The second person I approached was called Nyne. At first I wasn't even aware that I was anywhere near him. It was only when a rush of wind literally knocked me off my feet did I learn he had been sprinting from one end of the room to another. When I landed on my rump, Nyne stopped and glanced over his shoulder. He apologized for not watching where he was going and helped me up, a bandaged hand tenderly pulling me up. His voice was soft, gentle, almost childlike and it matched his cherubic features well. With short blonde hair and wide blue eyes, I remember wondering why he didn't have any wings. He was garbed in a gray, sleeveless hoodie revealing lithe arms. Nyne was a sharp contrast to Earne, especially with his androgynous body. He looked at me curiously, assessing me as a judge would a showdog. Somehow I didn't feel offended that I was being critiqued by someone who looked younger than I was. He warned me to be careful before excusing himself to go back to his sprinting.
I was shocked to learn that this angelic-looking youth was easily prone to bloodlust. He vanished, I continued on.
The third person I met was the sole woman of the group. She was absolutely stunning with her statuesque form. Her hour-glass figure made me extremely aware of my own inadequacies, and the silken blouse that hugged her frame exquisitely was of no help. Her black cotton pants looked like they were tailored specifically for her and her alone. Her long, luxurious hair was held to her scalp by a hairclamp, and it seemed to glow a dark shade of violet. Her amethyst eyes looked at me blankly, much like Earne had only her eyes were empty. Though she looked ageless, beautiful, breathtaking, her eyes sent shudders racing down my spine. It was like staring into a fathomless abyss, a yawning void of nothingness.
Silk was the name that made itself known in my head when I wondered who she was. And like her namesake, her skin was smooth and cold to the touch. Her voice held no mirth, no love, no hatered, no anger. She was simply cold, like a scuplture made of black ice. As I turned to leave, I heard her whisper "It's about time, I'm so tired."
The fourth person I approached might sound familiar to some people. With long, silver hair tied back into a thin pony-tail and slender apple-green eyes, the only name he could have was Warse. He smiled at me, a cocky, arrogant, knowing smile that seemed to tell me he had been expecting me. He was the median between Earne's bulk and Nyne's frame, neither muscular nor skinny. A denim jacket adorned his torso, beneath that was a plain white shirt. Faded jeans showing wear and tear, and boots made him the most inconspicuously dressed individual. I didn't dare come any closer than I did, there was something about the way he held my gaze and the way he anticipated my every move that unnerved me.
He said nothing, merely folded his arms across his chest and nodded to me. Not once did he try to avert his gaze and despite the intensity that surged from those orbs, I could not bring myself to look away either.
When I thought I had met everyone, I was taken by surprise when a fifth figure arrived. From the ceiling he floated down, his feet never touching the floor. He was dressed in robes I had only seen in history books and films where the China's long dead emperors were portrayed. His hair was black as night, and his eyes seemed spun from pure obsidian. He frowned at me, his displeasure evident and tried to kill me.
In a blur of events, I somehow managed to escape. I burst through the double-doors and fled, not daring to look over my shoulder lest I find him hot on my trails.
But no, he stayed with the group, and narrated of a prophecy that the arrival of a stranger would herald their destruction. The fifth man was called Lie and he was determined to end my life before the prophecy came true.
Of the five, Silk and Warse were the most hesitant. Neither seemed to believe that I was capable of destroying them. And with good reason for I had no abilities, no knowledge of combat (brawls stemming from shopping do not count), no experience of even killing anything larger than an insect. And yet, Nyne and Earne obeyed Lie's orders to chase after me.
Just when I was cornered in the bathroom, Silk came to my aid. Earne had been harboring feelings for Silk since time immemorial and he could not bring himself to fight her. Nyne, on the other hand, had no qualms about duking it out with one of their own. So long as he could fight, he was happy. His opponent didn't matter.
Again the events blurred and all I could recall was Earne, Silk and Nyne had died. Silk had no choice but to kill Nyne, and when Lie found out, he slew Silk. Earne, in a fit of rage, attacked Lie who in turn slew him.
But with each death, I found myself able to scale immeasurable heights, lift ungodly heavy objects and control the very winds itself.
The final showdown between myself and Lie came. Warse had managed to keep his distance from Lie and from me. Not that he was a coward, but that he realized it was because Lie believed in the prophecy so much that it came true.
It was a Self-Fulfilling prophecy.
Now, what is the significance of writing out my dreams? Answer: Nothing. But I didn't want to waste having a blog so I might as well post something yeah? And if I can't be philosophical or analytical about a subject matter, I might as well be plain weird.
Of all the places I could dream about, I had to dream of a mall. Yes, I was in the mall and I was walking around looking for things to buy. I don't exactly recall what were on display but I do know that at one point I was at a stairwell. The stairs were made of concrete, covered with small pebbles and it spiralled upwards towards the roof.
I was compelled to climb the stairs, perhaps I was hoping to find more interesting items to purchase. At the very top I found a disco of sorts. The hot-pink double-doors were shut but smoke seeped out through the narrow gap between the door and the floor. Instead of a bouncer, there was a little old lady named Tess. She wore butterfly glasses and her graying hair was made up in a beehive. She was filing her nails when she saw me and sweetly smiled.
"Here you go, dearie." She greeted and handed me a key. The key was as long as my open palm, heavy and spun from gold.
"Where does this go?" I asked.
Tess had gone back to filing her nails and was ignoring me. I stared at the double-doors and despite seeing no keyhole, I raised the key and pushed it against the door. I felt it sink in and turn by itself.
The doors opened and fog rolled out. There was no music, only wildly flailing lights and as I stepped in I saw five figures. They were shadowy, practically featureless until I approached. Though I have never seen them before, I somehow knew their names.
The first one I approached was called Earne. He was a massive man, shoulders broad as double-doors, a height that forced me to crane my neck just so I could see the cleft on his square jaw. He was dressed in rugged clothing, a fur-trimmed vest atop his heavily muscled frame. His pants were made from tanned skin, and his feet were clad in moccassins. He squinted at me with his brown eyes and his thick lips pressed into a grim line. The beginning of crow's feet and wrinkles peered around his eyes, promising that he was far older than he looked. From the corner of my eyes I saw something approach. Instinctively I ducked, just in time as an enormous hammer swooped overhead. Earne effortlessly raised his arm into the air and caught the hammer's handle with a gloved hand. He cocked his head, his short-cropped mousy-brown hair barely disturbed and motioned that I keep going.
Trembling, I did just that.
The second person I approached was called Nyne. At first I wasn't even aware that I was anywhere near him. It was only when a rush of wind literally knocked me off my feet did I learn he had been sprinting from one end of the room to another. When I landed on my rump, Nyne stopped and glanced over his shoulder. He apologized for not watching where he was going and helped me up, a bandaged hand tenderly pulling me up. His voice was soft, gentle, almost childlike and it matched his cherubic features well. With short blonde hair and wide blue eyes, I remember wondering why he didn't have any wings. He was garbed in a gray, sleeveless hoodie revealing lithe arms. Nyne was a sharp contrast to Earne, especially with his androgynous body. He looked at me curiously, assessing me as a judge would a showdog. Somehow I didn't feel offended that I was being critiqued by someone who looked younger than I was. He warned me to be careful before excusing himself to go back to his sprinting.
I was shocked to learn that this angelic-looking youth was easily prone to bloodlust. He vanished, I continued on.
The third person I met was the sole woman of the group. She was absolutely stunning with her statuesque form. Her hour-glass figure made me extremely aware of my own inadequacies, and the silken blouse that hugged her frame exquisitely was of no help. Her black cotton pants looked like they were tailored specifically for her and her alone. Her long, luxurious hair was held to her scalp by a hairclamp, and it seemed to glow a dark shade of violet. Her amethyst eyes looked at me blankly, much like Earne had only her eyes were empty. Though she looked ageless, beautiful, breathtaking, her eyes sent shudders racing down my spine. It was like staring into a fathomless abyss, a yawning void of nothingness.
Silk was the name that made itself known in my head when I wondered who she was. And like her namesake, her skin was smooth and cold to the touch. Her voice held no mirth, no love, no hatered, no anger. She was simply cold, like a scuplture made of black ice. As I turned to leave, I heard her whisper "It's about time, I'm so tired."
The fourth person I approached might sound familiar to some people. With long, silver hair tied back into a thin pony-tail and slender apple-green eyes, the only name he could have was Warse. He smiled at me, a cocky, arrogant, knowing smile that seemed to tell me he had been expecting me. He was the median between Earne's bulk and Nyne's frame, neither muscular nor skinny. A denim jacket adorned his torso, beneath that was a plain white shirt. Faded jeans showing wear and tear, and boots made him the most inconspicuously dressed individual. I didn't dare come any closer than I did, there was something about the way he held my gaze and the way he anticipated my every move that unnerved me.
He said nothing, merely folded his arms across his chest and nodded to me. Not once did he try to avert his gaze and despite the intensity that surged from those orbs, I could not bring myself to look away either.
When I thought I had met everyone, I was taken by surprise when a fifth figure arrived. From the ceiling he floated down, his feet never touching the floor. He was dressed in robes I had only seen in history books and films where the China's long dead emperors were portrayed. His hair was black as night, and his eyes seemed spun from pure obsidian. He frowned at me, his displeasure evident and tried to kill me.
In a blur of events, I somehow managed to escape. I burst through the double-doors and fled, not daring to look over my shoulder lest I find him hot on my trails.
But no, he stayed with the group, and narrated of a prophecy that the arrival of a stranger would herald their destruction. The fifth man was called Lie and he was determined to end my life before the prophecy came true.
Of the five, Silk and Warse were the most hesitant. Neither seemed to believe that I was capable of destroying them. And with good reason for I had no abilities, no knowledge of combat (brawls stemming from shopping do not count), no experience of even killing anything larger than an insect. And yet, Nyne and Earne obeyed Lie's orders to chase after me.
Just when I was cornered in the bathroom, Silk came to my aid. Earne had been harboring feelings for Silk since time immemorial and he could not bring himself to fight her. Nyne, on the other hand, had no qualms about duking it out with one of their own. So long as he could fight, he was happy. His opponent didn't matter.
Again the events blurred and all I could recall was Earne, Silk and Nyne had died. Silk had no choice but to kill Nyne, and when Lie found out, he slew Silk. Earne, in a fit of rage, attacked Lie who in turn slew him.
But with each death, I found myself able to scale immeasurable heights, lift ungodly heavy objects and control the very winds itself.
The final showdown between myself and Lie came. Warse had managed to keep his distance from Lie and from me. Not that he was a coward, but that he realized it was because Lie believed in the prophecy so much that it came true.
It was a Self-Fulfilling prophecy.
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