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damien-dw.livejournal.comSaturday, 20 September
The Dreamlands
Close my eyes and find myself in a dream. I'm standing at one end of of a vast hall, lined with mirrors. Step forwards only to be pulled up short by something tightening about my chest and pulling me backwards. Look down and find a thorny vine wrapped about my chest, its end somewhere behind me. I decide that I don't want there to be any thorns digging into me and they all fall to the ground. That feels better. Pull the vines off as if they're a shirt I have decided not to wear and catch a glimpse of movement in the nearest mirror.
It's my reflection and yet it isn't. At least I hope it isn't. My lower face all bumpy with scars, the mouth twisted into a horrible shape. More burns all down my chest and arms, the hands become ruined skeletal claws. No! That is not me! I will not let it be me. Not here. Here, in my dream, I do not have to put up with it. I toss the handful of vines at the mirror and watch it break into countless pieces. Each one showing me that face, those arms.
The wind comes and sweeps them into a pile which I then cover with a blanket. Turn away and cover all the mirrors with curtains. Is this an ordinary bad dream or did that bastard get away from us after all? Start searching the place and eventually decide that he's not here. I would feel him if he were. He's not. I can dimly feel Nanshe but it's not like she's here either. It's more like she's just walked out of the room but I can still smell her perfume.
Feel a bit ridiculous standing in a dark corner of my own dream. blushing and feeling guilty that I didn't get a chance to say a proper goodbye to her before she... did whatever it was that means she's no longer the Lady of Dreams. It felt strange to open my eyes and find the sense of her all around but invisible and oddly not specific. It was as if somehow she was everywhere. And then I woke up completely and it was gone. She was gone. I will miss her. She was the first person I met to truly walk in other people's dreams.
The shadows are getting thicker and some of them are...monstrous. I push them back with my will but it is hard, much harder than it should be. Is there a part of me that wants this? Wants them to reach out and pull me down into the deep dark pile of them? The thought bothers me. A lot.
I check myself in the mirror and see only my own face looking out from under a thick velvet cloak. Pull the hood off, let it hang down my back. Time to go walking in dreams. I can't- not can't, I could stay here, I just don't want to. The waking side of town is a mess. Maybe someone should check on how things are in dreams.
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The Dreamlands
Close my eyes and find myself in a dream. I'm standing at one end of of a vast hall, lined with mirrors. Step forwards only to be pulled up short by something tightening about my chest and pulling me backwards. Look down and find a thorny vine wrapped about my chest, its end somewhere behind me. I decide that I don't want there to be any thorns digging into me and they all fall to the ground. That feels better. Pull the vines off as if they're a shirt I have decided not to wear and catch a glimpse of movement in the nearest mirror.
It's my reflection and yet it isn't. At least I hope it isn't. My lower face all bumpy with scars, the mouth twisted into a horrible shape. More burns all down my chest and arms, the hands become ruined skeletal claws. No! That is not me! I will not let it be me. Not here. Here, in my dream, I do not have to put up with it. I toss the handful of vines at the mirror and watch it break into countless pieces. Each one showing me that face, those arms.
The wind comes and sweeps them into a pile which I then cover with a blanket. Turn away and cover all the mirrors with curtains. Is this an ordinary bad dream or did that bastard get away from us after all? Start searching the place and eventually decide that he's not here. I would feel him if he were. He's not. I can dimly feel Nanshe but it's not like she's here either. It's more like she's just walked out of the room but I can still smell her perfume.
Feel a bit ridiculous standing in a dark corner of my own dream. blushing and feeling guilty that I didn't get a chance to say a proper goodbye to her before she... did whatever it was that means she's no longer the Lady of Dreams. It felt strange to open my eyes and find the sense of her all around but invisible and oddly not specific. It was as if somehow she was everywhere. And then I woke up completely and it was gone. She was gone. I will miss her. She was the first person I met to truly walk in other people's dreams.
The shadows are getting thicker and some of them are...monstrous. I push them back with my will but it is hard, much harder than it should be. Is there a part of me that wants this? Wants them to reach out and pull me down into the deep dark pile of them? The thought bothers me. A lot.
I check myself in the mirror and see only my own face looking out from under a thick velvet cloak. Pull the hood off, let it hang down my back. Time to go walking in dreams. I can't- not can't, I could stay here, I just don't want to. The waking side of town is a mess. Maybe someone should check on how things are in dreams.
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