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Oct 20, 2016 4:46:19 GMT
Post by Elethia Arvell on Oct 20, 2016 4:46:19 GMT
Dmitri Pendragon Pendragon: Morally convicted about using the Force? Praytell, what were your reasons? The other night I had a Star Wars dream. I was with the rebels as we stormed some sort of castle-like Empire fortress, and Darth Vader was there. One of the rebel fighter pilots was a guy from highschool (one of my dad's former students), and I got the sense that he was force sensitive. I wanted to talk to him, but we were too buy fighting for our lives. I think there was actually a plot to the dream, but I can't remember it so it's useless to me.
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Oct 20, 2016 6:05:22 GMT
Post by Dmitri Pendragon on Oct 20, 2016 6:05:22 GMT
Elethia Arvell: The Force is morally ambiguous, dualistic, impersonal. I love Star Wars and how the Jedi and Sith interact with the Force, and the potential for moral conflict because of it. In this world, I have reservations about it, since it's obviously untrue, and I think that viewpoint bled over into the dream. (In the dream I prayed to God for healing rather than using the Force.) I so dislike it when I forget the important parts of my dreams. They're so vivid, so emotional, but they don't manage to reach my long-term memory unless I write them down. That sounds like an interesting dream; I'd love to see what my mind would make of that dream.
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Oct 21, 2016 20:37:37 GMT
Post by Elethia Arvell on Oct 21, 2016 20:37:37 GMT
I see. That makes sense. It's a pity you can't remember more of your dreams... although at the same time, in my experience, the dreams that are fuzzy to me usually aren't worth remembering. XD Too goofy, or scary, or weird.
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Post by Warrior of Aror on Nov 14, 2016 2:12:24 GMT
I had a creepy dream. At first I was this killer, alter-ego Batman guy, then I switched POVs to one of his future victims. But the bad guy was clearly not that smart because he laid out his entire scheme for who he would murder next in a series of flashcards that he gave to me ... I was creeped out at the time (I woke up and had to realize it wasn't real), but thinking back it's just stupid. Why is there a completely separate sense of rationality in dreams? Why is it that you can scare yourself??
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Nov 16, 2016 15:34:11 GMT
Post by Elethia Arvell on Nov 16, 2016 15:34:11 GMT
@warrior of Aror: Freaky! And it's funny how that is.... how something can seem so serious in a dream, and yet make little to no sense once you've woken up. My dreams have that all the time. Like that one maybe a page back about a Jason Bourne scenario that was all started by someone wanting a Walmart quality sticker. XD
Though, when I think about it, the flashcard plan thing could still actually be really creepy. Imagine the steps of the plan (including vivid portraits of the victim) being drawn in the style of tarot cards, and no matter what the victim did to try and avoid falling into the trap laid out in the killer's plan, he couldn't avoid making the very mistakes that led into each step because the killer was that ingenious, and had predicted his victim's moves ahead of time. @.@ It would make for a very creepy story.
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Post by Elethia Arvell on Jan 12, 2017 5:22:06 GMT
I was thinking back on some of my more insane dreams and remembered one that I really must post here, just because of its bizarre nature. Just a warning in case we still have younger members here, this dream did get a little dark, but you know me and I don't share things that are too dark.
A note: The following story is pretty much exactly how the dream originally played out, except that I have added proper nouns and names where there were none in the dream.
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It all started with the invitation.
It arrived in the mail in a cream-colored envelope with red waxed seal. I knew what it meant before I even opened it; it was an invitation to the prestigious Tirnanog Academy, to which only a very few select young people were permitted to attend. I couldn't believe my luck in getting into the program. I was the daughter of a police detective, but our family didn't have much money to send me to a good college, so I had hoped for so long to be invited! I said goodbye to my parents and packed my bags. I arrived at the academy along with my good friend Jesse (the son of my father's partner) about 100 other students, some in high school and others college age. We entered through wrought-iron gates and approached the beautiful Gothic-style brick complex that was to be our home for the next two years. Inside we were introduced to our instructors. The subjects included art, drama, music, fencing, poetry, and writing. The fencing instructor and headmaster, a Mr Galloway, proved particularly popular among the students. He was young and handsome, intelligent and charming, and extraordinarily charismatic. It was easy to tell that most of the girls fancied themselves in love with him, and I even found myself a little drawn to his magnetic persona. We quickly settled into our lives at the academy. We were given permission to wander the extensive grounds, where there was a lake for our enjoyment, and many forest paths. Every kind of entertainment you could want was in the recreational rooms in the complex, so we were very content. There were only two cardinal rules which Mr Galloway stressed that we follow: Do not enter the cellars (the antiquated heating system made it dangerous) and do not leave the bedrooms after 10pm (early mornings make this imperative).
It was about two weeks after our arrival that I first heard the groaning. It roused me from my sleep, and I sat up. It was a very faint groaning that seemed to be coming from the vents. Crawling over to listen with my ear at the grate, I strained to determine what it might be. In the tense, fearful part of my mind, it occurred to me that the noise seemed almost... human. But after a moment's listening, I quickly realized that it was nothing but the pipes in the boiler room. The next day my friends and I were disappointed that one of our acquaintances had been called home during the night because of a family emergency. Wishing him good luck, we continued with our learning.
One Saturday, I took the opportunity to be a lone and went for a hike in the hills, in the forest paths that had been so carefully tended for years. It was fall and the whole forest was bright gold, and leaves fluttered to the ground in spiraling trails. It was truly a perfect day. As I paused for a moment, I realized I wasn't alone on the paths. I could hear the sound of a bicycle not far away. Looking around, I spotted Mr Galloway riding on a parallel path. I lifted my arm to wave, but he didn't seem to see me. Then, to my horror, I watched as the front wheel of his bike caught on a stone and he was sent flying head over heels. he tumbled down a steep incline and disappeared from my sight. I rushed as quickly as I could to find out if he was alright, and as I crested the hill I saw him lying at the bottom of a shallow ravine, pale and unmoving. As I skidded down to his side, I saw that he had struck his head on a piece of iron gate that was sticking up from under the leaves. He was bleeding heavily from the wound. His eyes were open, and he was still breathing. He was clearly conscious, but obviously in shock. I could see the dazed fear in his eyes. Hurriedly, I used a scarf to stop the bleeding and used my cell phone to call for help. Thankfully, Jesse and some of the students soon arrived and we helped Mr Galloway back to the complex. By the time we got him there he was speaking again, and insisted that we not call an ambulance. The nurse attended him, and we waited. The next day he seemed his usual self, and privately he thanked me, telling me I'd probably saved his life. When he touched my hand I won't deny that I felt a few butterflies in my stomach, but I reminded myself that he was a teacher and I a student, and that there was no reason he would ever think of me as more than that. That night, I had terrible dreams. I dreamt that I watched my father murdered before my eyes, and my mother after him. When I awoke, I could hear the groaning from the cellars again. Since my nightmare had upset me too much to sleep again, I lay awake listening to the haunting sound, and it wasn't long before I felt a crawling in my skin. Those groans sounded so odd, not like pipes, but like human cries. The more I listened, the more concerned I became. Getting up, I tiptoed across the dark room and listened at the grate, and it was then that I heard it--- amidst the groaning there came a distinct, human, "please... no!" My heart froze. Practically flying to the door, I rushed out and hurried down the hall, where my friend Kelsey was also wandering. One look at her eyes and I knew she had heard the same thing. I saw Jesse and another boy come out of their rooms as well. Frantically, we split up to find the source of the cries. After a moment I found myself completely alone in a dark hallway, and the cries turned to screams and grew even more clear. I looked ahead and saw a corner, and something in me just knew that it was there. Just around that corner, I would find the entrance to the cellars... Heart hammering, I stepped around the corner- -and found myself face to face with Galloway. I nearly jumped out of my skin at his sudden appearance. He looked down at me, and suddenly his face changed. He still looked human, but there was something... beastly in his face. He was pale and eerily still, and his dark eyes opened like fathomless pits that drew me in. He leaned down toward me and I stood, unable to move. "Go back to your room," he said, his voice like ice. He stepped forward, so close I could feeling his heat. I sprang back, almost too afraid to turn my back on him, but at that moment, a shriek came from several corridors down and I whipped around. When I turned back, Galloway was gone. Filled with dread, I ran to find the source of the scream. It was Kelsey, trembling like a leaf and leaning heavily on a door frame. "It was him! Galloway! He was just there.... he said... he said..." She wept uncontrollably. I felt sweat gather on my forehead. How could he have been with her if he had just been with me? A hand grabbed my shoulder and I nearly screamed myself, but it was only Jesse. Without speaking he motioned for us to follow him, and as soon as we made it to his room the three of us shut the door and bolted it, huddling on the floor. Through the grates, we could hear the cries as clear as day. We recognized the voice as the boy across the hall.
The next morning, we emerged from the room like frightened animals, uncertain even of the ground we stood on. Every student was deathly silent, but everyone knew that what had happened last night was as real as death itself. There was no sign of the staff. The nurse, the teachers... they were all gone. The complex, which had seemed so grand, was now dilapidated and ruined, as if it had been abandoned for years. Yet I knew it was not changed, but rather, we were seeing it for the first time as it truly was. Solemnly we gathered in the main hall under the stair balcony. It was as if we expected him to come, and come he did. Galloway stood at the landing, leaning on the balcony rail an staring at us coldly. He wore the same look he had the night before: inhuman. Calmly, he told us that we were all prisoners. From now on we would remain in our rooms at all times, and only his appointed helpers would bring meals to the other students. One brave student demanded to know who he was, but I knew even as Galloway answered- he was a member of the Fair Folk, an inter-dimensional creature with supernatural powers. He told us that generations ago, during his youth, his father had been banished from the Underground Realms and forced to live on the surface, punished for crimes he had committed among the Fae. While on earth and forced to live a mortal life, his father had been murdered by a human sheriff, who then finished off his mother as well. Galloway alone had escaped because of his tender age. He had stayed in the mortal realm since then, plotting his revenge. Although the sheriff was long dead, Galloway knew that his descendant was present in Tirnanog Academy this very day, and he would not stop until he had found the boy and killed him in vengeance.
The next few days were like a nightmare. Every day, another student would be taken to the lower levels and interrogated. I sat in my room and closed my eyes, trying to shut the sounds out. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again; the visions of my parents- no, Galloway's parents- perishing in my sight played over and over. I could see the face of their killer... No! No! It couldn't be! The man was one I had never seen before, but I would recognize his eyes anywhere. They were the eyes of Jesse's father. Suddenly determined, I stood and walked to the door, opening it resolutely. If Jesse was the descendant Galloway was hunting, it wouldn't be long before my friend was caught and killed. I walked out in the hallway and opened all the doors of the students rooms. I told them that Galloway couldn't get us all- and that we should all take a stand. We ran together through the halls, and found the grand doors locked. Not to be discouraged, we tried the windows, but they wouldn't open either. I picked up the phone, but the wires had been cut, and our cells could find no service. It was at that moment that Galloway appeared. I had never seen a more terrifying look on his face before that moment. He spread his hand wide and a clap of thunder sounded as he ordered us back to our rooms. The other students cowered, but something in me had broken. Stepping forward, said loudly, "No." Galloway faltered. Walking forward, I picked up an iron candlestick and glared up at him. "Stop," he growled fiercely. Turning my back on him, I walked to the window and shattered it with the candlestick. In an instant I felt him behind me, ready to strike. But I whirled around and pressed the candlestick to his chest, and he froze. In that moment, it all became clear to me.
"Your powers are conditional," I said. "As long as you kept yourself distant and cold, you had the power to do anything you wished. You were immortal, untouchable. You could have held us all here with a single word. But if you ever let yourself slip and feel an emotion other than your hatred, you would become vulnerable. Oh, you were clever for so long, maintaining the facade. But you had one weakness- iron. And that day when you fell on the iron gate in the forest, you made a mistake. As you lay bleeding on the ground, you made a wish... to not die alone. And then I was there, and your life was saved. We formed a connection there, beyond either of our control, and you've been unable to break it. That's why I see your memories, that's why I can see your true nature." Galloway was shaking by now, fury twisting his face into something monstrous, but I continued. "And because of that connection, you have no power over me. You. Have. No. Power." As I spoke the last word, his knees buckled, and he nearly fell. But with a snarl he grabbed hold of my shoulders and leaped onto the window ledge, holding a piece of glass to my throat. Everyone froze. "I'll kill her! I'll kill her if you come near!" he shouted raggedly, but I could already hear the police sirens approaching. "You won't kill me," I said softly. "You can't." I could hear the officers shouting at him to drop his weapon. As he remained still, they approached and wrestled him to the ground, one of the officers pulling me to safety. Galloway strained against the officers as they cuffed him and dragged him to the waiting prison car, but it was no use. His powers now gone, he was as mortal as the rest of us.
I felt my own strength leaving me as well. Just as I was about to fall, I felt Jesse and Kelsey put their arms around me, and we stood there. Just us. It was finally over.
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THE END
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Jan 12, 2017 13:12:27 GMT
Post by Leilani Sunblade on Jan 12, 2017 13:12:27 GMT
@elethia: Storms. You have the most awesome dreams, y'know that? And you remember them so well . . .
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Jan 12, 2017 13:48:33 GMT
Post by Elethia Arvell on Jan 12, 2017 13:48:33 GMT
I count myself lucky. XD Not every dream I have is like that, and this one is one of the more remarkable ones.
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Jan 12, 2017 14:53:40 GMT
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Post by Ellron Silvertree on Jan 12, 2017 14:53:40 GMT
Dude that's so cool. It sounds like a short story, or the basic plot to a really intriguing story!
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 12, 2017 16:21:14 GMT
I always only remember the last part of my dreams, unless they are nightmares. Which I remember all of
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Jan 12, 2017 16:27:40 GMT
Post by Warrior of Aror on Jan 12, 2017 16:27:40 GMT
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Jan 12, 2017 16:41:05 GMT
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 12, 2017 16:41:05 GMT
Yeah. Most recently it was me and my brother outside of our house, and Diana from Lights Out was stalking us from the dark just outside the reach of our candles
And last night, I was stowing away on an apartment house boat, in the room of a rough criminal type guy whom I payed off with foreign coin that I conned from a steward on a fancy condo houseboat, and the criminal guy became my semi friend and gave me some cool knives
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Jan 12, 2017 17:04:31 GMT
Post by Warrior of Aror on Jan 12, 2017 17:04:31 GMT
Nightmares about stowing away on an aparment house boat ... Well, that's what happens to you when you watch horror movies.
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Jan 12, 2017 21:31:57 GMT
Post by Elethia Arvell on Jan 12, 2017 21:31:57 GMT
NightBlade: That sounds pretty decent as far as nightmares go, actually. ;D
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Jan 12, 2017 23:45:53 GMT
Post by NightBlade on Jan 12, 2017 23:45:53 GMT
NightBlade : That sounds pretty decent as far as nightmares go, actually. ;D The one with Diana? Noooonononono
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Jan 13, 2017 14:03:33 GMT
Post by Elethia Arvell on Jan 13, 2017 14:03:33 GMT
NightBlade: Nah, that one's freaky. I mean the one where you stowed away on a houseboat with a criminal. XD
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Jan 13, 2017 15:28:33 GMT
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Post by NightBlade on Jan 13, 2017 15:28:33 GMT
Oh gotcha xD yeah that was a fun dream
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Post by Kirenyth Fireblade on Jan 28, 2017 15:12:53 GMT
I had a dream I was considering buying this older ford Taurus. It was kinda beat up but ran good, but the owner wanted like 340 grand for it. š
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Feb 1, 2017 3:45:19 GMT
Post by Elethia Arvell on Feb 1, 2017 3:45:19 GMT
Good grief! But you know, old cars are actually going for pretty expensive right now, at least in my area. I don't know why. Maybe it's because they used to make cars with real metal instead of whatever this insta-crumple stuff is in cars these days.
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Feb 1, 2017 7:02:40 GMT
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Post by Ellron Silvertree on Feb 1, 2017 7:02:40 GMT
The crumple stuff is on purpose because it absorbs the impact better, so on impact the car gets totalled instead of your insides.
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Post by Kirenyth Fireblade on Feb 14, 2017 3:26:40 GMT
I actually just bought a car on Friday! I found a 2005 Mercury Sable (basically a Taurus with different branding and slightly different look) for $2000, so that's the end of the car-hunting for now.
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Feb 14, 2017 3:39:45 GMT
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Post by NightBlade on Feb 14, 2017 3:39:45 GMT
An '05??? Dude I'm driving a freaking '94
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