Things To Run Away From Really Fast!

[Samael]

Hi, I'm back. Disappeared of the face of the earth for a while (work related stuff, yikes), but I'm back. And apparently the DJ threads are being phased out. Fuck up my system, will you? ----------------------- Thursday, June 10 Things to Run Away From Really Fast #69: Something Blue I'm running away from something. I'm underground, and it's dark and brown and I propel myself forward upward through the cave system. The thing I'm running away from is catching up to me, but I realize that I'm dreaming. I spin on my heel, turn around to confront the creature. I feel an icy thrill of fear when I see it. An inky black miasma chokes the air around me, and I can feel the creature's energy trying to infect my every pore. I use that against it. I expand my awareness, absorbing the black energy and forcing it to change, twisting it into an approximation of my own energy. I blanket the creature in a cloud of soft red and black, my aura, and allow the energy to dissippate. All of my surroundings are gradations of red and black, and I find the atmosphere calming. All that's left of the monster is a swathe of black fabric on the ground, and a round plush toy that doesn't make much sense. I step over the toy and peer out into a gigantic cavern. The very air starts to hum. I can feel bright blue energy spiking through the dream, interrupting the calm dark colours, and the energies start to clash as everything fades to white. Something Blue. Scare Factor: 6. And then I went to the dentist's office and found this: It's identical. Tuesday, June 8 Things to Run Away From Really Fast #70: Spiral Staircases I'm running up an underground staircase. I had the route planned out ahead of time, parkour sequences that he won't be able to duplicate. I've run through the attic of a school and into this place, a spiralling staircase with nothing but a thirty-story fall down the center. I get to level ground, and something feels off. I look at my hand. It's clawed, and pale-white, and moving on its own. I watch with sick fascination as the fingers move in impossible patterns, until I tear my gaze deliberately away, trying not to get more freaked out. When I look behind me, nothing is following. I look down the staircase and wonder what would happen if I - I jump. I feel the sick thrill of falling for a few seconds, before I reach out and catch myself in a web of orange and yellow, meters from the stone floor. I float in mid-air, close my eyes in contentment, and wake up. Spiral Staircases. Scare Factor: 5. Sunday, June 6 Things to Run Away From Really Fast #71: The Job Site I'm Dean Winchester. We're on a hunt, and I'm running from the thing we're trying to kill. I jump over the piles of wood at our job site, aiming for the window of the just-framed basement. I'm lucid out of nowhere. I'm still running and jumping, and nothing is chasing me. I shapeshift to default, frame slimming and I'm moving faster. I vault through the window, over a chain link fence and take down the guard on the other side. He gets up and I shoot force-lightening at him, blue electricity arcing from my fingers. The Job Site. Scare Factor: 2. Friday, June 4 Things to Run Away From Really Fast #72: Corporate Sabotage Two girls hide in a closet behind the bathtub. The dream has been third person for a while now, focusing on the girls, who are part of a super-secret experiment involving clones or superpowers or whatever. The Matron is walking into the room, and the pre-teen girls - Rae and Johanna - are hiding from her. Rae is about to leave the room and face her, hoping that she can still save Johanna from a horrible fate. Rae takes a deep breath and steps out into full view of the office - Only to be blocked from sight by an adult stepping in front of the door. It's me. The Matron is coming in behind me, and I'm distracting her from Rae. "It's always an... experience, hosting a representative of Cypher Industries." The Matron says, ushering me toward one of the chairs facing her desk. "I've no doubt," I say, sending a wink at the girls hovering at the bathroom door. No doubt the Matron knows they're there, but she's ignoring them so far. "If I may ask," she says, sitting down, "What brings you here? Our corporations have not been on the best of terms, as of late. Your safety is not assured." "I'm supposed to give you this." I throw a sheaf of papers onto the desk in front of her. She doesn't touch it. "And this is?" "Oh," I say, rolling my eyes, "Roundabout legaleze that doesn't mean much. It's basically demanding access to what we consider to be our property." "Really?" says the Matron icily, "And what property would this be?" "You are in possession of two very special little girls. We want them; I'm taking them." "Why shouldn't I kill you right now?" Her hands are folded on the table, her head tilted to the side. "Oh, that's easy," I say, leaning back in my chair. "The term is 'Tactical Nuclear Missile Strike'." "Excuse me?" "My team is currently flying directly overhead," I say, leaning forward, "If I flatline, then they will immediately make the entire island -" I wave my hands, "Explode." There is a beat of silence. "Get out." "I'll be taking the brats, then." I jump from my seat, smiling widely, and make for the door. "Pleasure doing business with you!" Rae and Johanna are right behind me. The three of us run down the glass staircase, laughing, as the world unravels around us. Corporate Sabotage. Scare Factor: 2. ...I am a psychopath. Thursday, June 3 Things to Run Away From Really Fast #73: Fighting Fire I'm at a track for horse-races, in the back. There are trailers around, and stalls as well. The place is deserted. I don't know what clued me in to the fact that this was a dream. I think on that for a second, then shrug it off. I've been meaning to try flying. I jump into the air and swoop around for a bit. I remember to try to contain my excitement, but - New dream. I'm probably ten years old, fighting a friend who has decided to be a witch. It's all in fun, and I trace sigils into the windows and tell her she can't get inside. In retaliation, she sets a bulletin board on fire. All of my photographs go up in flames, and I smother the fire with blue energies that aren't a tiny bit wet. Fighting Fire. Scare Factor: 2.

[Hazel]

Yay, you're back! Nice control in that lucid. And it's so cool that you found that same plushie IRL!

[Baron Samedi]

So badass!

[Hukif]

yay you back!

[Serenity]

Hi Samael!! Welcome back!!

[Requiem]

I'm glad to have you at my side, my friend. And I'll join you in the big hunt before too long. Before too long. welcome back

[Samael]

@Hazel: Thanks. Finding that plushie was immensely disturbing. I actually woke up, wrote in my dream journal, threw on clothes, went to the dentist, and AH! WHAT THE HELL!? @WakingNomad: And so, so very much fun. @Walms: Now lets see about that dream-sharing thing. How long have we been on that? @Serenity: Hi! Glad to be back! @Requiem: And you know I'm always up for a fight! ------ This is a long one, guys. Another warning: light romance between me and a fictional (male) character. Any Supernatural fans are likely to be annoyed. Things to Run Away From Really Fast #74: Seven Minutes in Heaven What greater weapon is there than to turn an enemy to your cause—to use their own knowledge against them? I'm browsing through the sale aisle at Bootlegger when I feel the temperature drop. Slowly, I place the t-shirt I was holding back on the rack, and reach out with my senses, feeling at the presence that appeared directly behind me. I can feel a stare burning into the back of my head, and I turn around, keeping my hands visible and obviously empty. Standing there is a dark-haired man in a trench coat, staring at me without blinking. Aside from the creepiness factor, he doesn't appear to be a threat, but I can see beyond the physical. Cold light bleeds from his form, barely contained within his vessel, and I check my initial impulse to attack. "Is there something I can help you with?" I ask, gesturing with my hands. His expression doesn't change, though I notice a slight twitch of annoyance. "My name is Castiel. I'm an angel of the Lord." He says this tiredly, as if it's something he's had to recite a lot lately. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure I've heard those words before. I'm still caught up in the feeling of deja vu when he says, "Luc, heaven has work for you." The words jolt me back into the present. "Wait, what?" I say. "My name's Jack." "Of course it is." says Castiel. I calculate my chances of being able to control the holy fire I'm about to summon. Blue flames start to dance across my fingertips and my claws lengthen in response to my irritation. A ball of pure kinetic force slams into my side, sending me flying through the glass store-window. I pick myself up from the ground and spin to face my attacker, a man I barely get a glance at before I'm dodging another kinetic missile. The force slams through the back wall of the shop, sending people screaming for cover. I roll into a crouching position and pull all the glass around me into the air. I throw the broken glass and the shards fly like bullets toward the attacker. Before they've even hit, I'm sending a wave of holy fire at him. The incompatible energy burns ice-cold, sucking the heat from my bones. I collapse, shaking, fighting for breath. I manage to raise my head to look at the wall of fire that's burning on its own, and decide that it'll probably hold off the angels long enough for me to escape. A hand grips the back of my shirt and hauls me to my feet. I look up at Castiel and groan. "Bit of a trigger-happy bodyguard?" I complain, leaning on the angel for support. "Was that Lucifer? It looked like Lucifer." I mutter. Castiel actually rolls his eyes. "We should depart. It would be best to avoid him for now." "Oh no." I say, stepping back from Castiel on still-wobbly legs. "I can't take any more of your light-based heavenly magics right now. I say we walk." Castiel just looks around our flaming surroundings. The building will probably fall down on us any second now. "Fine." I say, closing my eyes and bracing for more hypothermia. I feel Castiel touch my shoulder, and a sudden lurch, and I open my eyes. We're standing in a three-car garage; concrete floors, white walls. The weirdest thing? I feel completely fine. "Guess I've found an angel I'm not allergic to." I say, "Where are we?" "Heaven." "What?" Castiel doesn't have time to answer. Flames are appearing from nowhere, licking up through the concrete floor and burning it away. The flames explode outward in a spiral and I shield as best as I can, but I can feel them lick at me, burning cold. I'm running toward the door to the house, stepping onto the tile floor and slamming the door shut behind me. There's an inch of space left, and the door won't stay shut. Last time, it actually closed the whole way, a little voice reminds me, but Lucifer is on the other side of the door, twisting the doorknob and I pull against the door, holding it shut from the inside. Lucifer is pounding on the door, causing it to rattle in its frame. I'm worried he might actually knock it down. Of course, the fact that he hasn't is a little insulting. "You know, I am way better at being you." I mutter. I look around for something to brace the door with. The garage opens directly into the kitchen. Metatron is walking through on the far side, behind the island. "Hey, Metatron! A little help here?" I say hopefully, still holding the door shut. It shudders against the onslaught. Metatron looks down his nose at me. "Honestly, Luc, the lot of you are acting like children," he sneers, and continues on his way. "My name is Jack!" I shout at his retreating back. The feeling of ice water is creeping back into my veins. I shiver and lean against the doorframe for support, gripping the doorknob with my right hand. I hear shouting from the other side of the door and the noise is lessening. Lucifer's not trying to get in. When Castiel appears beside me, the room seems to get a little warmer. I'm clutching at the lapels of his trench coat before I even realize what I'm doing. The cold is fading away, though, and I decide that it's worth the awkwardness. "Is he gonna back off?" I grumble into Castiel's shoulder. Castiel tentatively places his arms around me. "Raphael understands that we need your help. So long as you don't burn down any more buildings, I think you'll be fine." He pauses, considering. "If he finds out that you mistook him for Lucifer, though, he might try to kill you again." "Raphael." I blink, pulling away. "That makes more sense." "I also recommend that you remain close to me," Castiel says, "Heaven's defenses seem to have an adverse affect on you as you are now." I shiver. "Fair point. Now what the hell is it you want me to do?" --- It turns out, the bright blue energy I've been playing with for the last few weeks has been wreaking havoc on Heaven's delicate ecosystem. For some strange, probably sinister reason, I'm the only one who can fix it. Part of the living room has been torn away to reveal a crack in the dream-fabric. Blue electricity is spitting from the black chasm, and the angels in the room shy away from it every time it crackles. Castiel and I walk into the room without much fanfare, though the two angels hurry out as soon as we get there. "Is there something I'm missing?" I wonder aloud. "You need to absorb the Lux. We'll be able to repair the tears," says Castiel, pointedly not answering my question. "So there is something I'm missing." I say, turning around to look at Castiel. "What happens to me if I do this?" Castiel's face is deliberately expressionless. "You'll be able to withstand our defenses on your own for a time. Once we've repaired the tear, I'll return you to Earth and the Lux will fade away on its own." I turn back to the tear, staring into the terrifying void, alive with crackling blue. It's breathtaking, in a way. "Jack," he says, catching my elbow. I look back at him. "Please do this." I smile and say, "I never could say no to you, Cas." It feels like I've said the words before. Castiel pulls back like he's been burned, and I turn to the void, holding out a hand and bracing myself. I focus on the blue energy and pull - It's like crashing headfirst into a star. The whole world is alive - burning - and I can see. I can see everything. I can see blue, blue, bright, light blue, and it's trailing after every living thing in the universe. I don't know. I don't know what it is, but it's not light, not like Heaven, not like the power Readers have. It's deeper, more primal, and it wants nothing more than to be free - My world explodes with blue light, and my bits and pieces of awareness are interrupted by the intense humming of the Lux in my veins. I'm vaguely aware of strong arms pulling me away from the hungry black tears in the dream-fabric, of clutching at the rough fabric of a coat, trying to hold on to something tangible, before I'm torn away from him and left to calm down. The next thing I know, I'm in the kitchen. I'm sitting on a stool at the island, propping my elbows up on the granite countertop, resting my chin on my hands. Most of my attention is on the movie being projected on the wall across the room. I have a vague recollection of choosing Dogma just to be obstinate. Castiel walks in from the living room, looking neither more or less rumpled than he usually does. "How'd it go?" I ask. "We were successful, thanks to you," he says. "How are you feeling?" "Fine." I say, "Better than fine." I can still feel the Lux thrumming through my veins, offering me power beyond my wildest dreams. As much as I might like Cas, he doesn't need to know that. "We've done this before, haven't we?" I ask quietly. Castiel looks away, and I catch his hand in mine. He meets my gaze, looking sad. I let go of the breath I was holding. "Wish I could remember." Our hands are still threaded together, and he squeezes my hand, says, "Let me take you home." And we're standing at the center of an empty city square, bathed in orange under the afternoon sun. The cobblestones are warm beneath my feet, and the air is dry and still. Castiel and I are holding hands, and when I look up at him, my breath catches in my throat. "We'll just do the same thing, Cas, over and over again. You know that." "It has to be this way." "It doesn't." I insist, but Castiel is already letting go of my hands. "I'm sorry, Jack." He raises two fingers to my forehead, preparing to erase my memories. My force push sends him flying through a brick wall. Dust and mortar fly everywhere and the angel collapses in a heap. The rest of the wall falls in on him. I'm standing with my palms outstretched, panting. I let my hands fall to my sides, and watch silver-white light leak from the pile of stones. I don't have much time. I flee the square, running over the cobblestones and heading toward the cliff overlooking the rest of the city. I don't slow down; I leap from the cliff and focus on the rooftops hurtling toward me. As I land, I blanket this section of the city with my black and red aura, sending my awareness out in all directions until only the blue-white energy is left. I can feel the pull to a place only I can find, and I close my eyes and let myself drift toward Lux. Seven Minutes in Heaven. Scare Factor: 3.

[Samael]

Ha! Okay! Done! All 75 Things to Run Away From Really Fast have been moved here.

[Hukif]

Awwww, but I can't use that thing! And epic recall on that last dream, and I dreamed about you a few times, too.

[Samael]

So you can't view the entries from your computer? I can keep posting here for a while, but the admins keep threatening to destroy the planet lock the dj threads. I could probably post somewhere else, but I kinda want to keep all my stuff in one place. And epic recall on that last dream, and I dreamed about you a few times, too. I swear, I had the same dream something like three times over before I finally changed the ending, haha. And I'll read through your entries that I missed when I get the chance. If we're going to keep trying to share dreams, I'll probably have to copy my posts elsewhere. *headache*