Freddy Krueger, Lucidity, and Cloning
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, 07-07-2010 at 12:15 PM (1116 Views)
So, I've been doing this experiment with different stones and their effects on dreaming. For three nights I slept with malachite under my pillow, and my recall seemed amazing. (Though my dreams were not as disturbing/exciting as usual.) I was going to try tiger's eye for three nights as well, but after those two nights with extremely horrible recall, I decided to give that one up. Last night was night one with Amethyst, and I must say that I am pleased!
1- Reverse Nightmare
I am on a dangerous island with my family and some other people. Those who travel alone are stupid, and if they get killed it's their own fault. I feel no pity for them.
There is no limit to the perils of this place: cannibals, deadly creatures, turbulent water... And yet, I'm feeling right at home! A trail of rocks goes far out into the water; I deftly run across them, quick as lightning, knowing that if I take one wrong step I'll be plummeting to my death.
My mom follows me, albeit not as quickly. She says that in order to get off the island, we first have to make it through Krueger's labyrinth. "Freddy Krueger's here!?" I ask excitedly. My mom gives me a weird look; obviously this is not a typical reaction. I don't care. Excitement courses through my veins as we all head toward the labyrinth. "Remember," I tell them, "Don't show fear. You can't really die here. Freddy may cut you to shreds, but after its over you'll come back in one piece."
We enter the labyrinth as I am saying this. As soon as the words come out of my mouth, Freddy's clawed hand has slashed all the way through my dad. "Damn, I died," he mutters, falling to the floor in a pool of blood. Krueger is standing there, smirking.
I laugh. "You really don't know who you're dealing with, Krueger." As always, my lack of fear begins to absorb his energy. And as always, he runs like the coward he is. Grinning, I follow him. "Shelby's right," I think to myself, "If I was ever in a horror movie, I'd be the first to die, 'cause I'd chase after the evil thing." Just as I am closing in on my prey, wondering if I should rip his head off again or try something different, something changes.
No longer in the maze; spontaneous lucidity. For some reason I feel that my energy has been screwed with, that I need to be healed. I know Raven Knight heals people sometimes. Maybe if I could summon her... I lost my train of thought as a mirror comes into view. Yeah, I'm supposed to be looking for Samael. I'll just use this as a portal. My thoughts are weird though, and I can't focus as I try to scry his location in the mirror. My reflection goes all weird for a second, taking on the form of a demon. Oh great, this again. I briefly look away, then look back. Good, my reflection is back to normal.
Come to think of it, this would be a good time to try the task of the month. I reach into the mirror and pull my reflection out. She sprawls out on the floor, limp and lifeless. Annoyed, I prop her against the wall and look into the mirror again, at my new reflection. Before I can pull her out as well, my other one falls over in my lap. "Ew, she's drooling," I mutter, sitting her up against the wall again. A girl is standing behind me; she's been with me for a while, but I can't remember who she is. Raven Knight, perhaps? Possibly Tamora. She tells me to stop fooling around; that it's obvious I have to give the reflection some life force before it responds.
"Oh, of course." I put my hand on my clone's head and say, "I give you life." Suddenly, her once glazed over eyes become alert. She can now sit up without having to lean up against the wall. "Yay, it worked!" Now I reach into the mirror and pull out my new reflection, this time giving her life before she's even fully out of the mirror. That's two clones, that should be enough to satisfy the requirements.
As we walk away, the girl who is with me suggests that we go back to Freddy's labyrinth. "No, my powers don't work in labyrinths for some reason," I say vaguely. ((Um, what?)) We are going to a particular place, but where it is escapes my memory. I notice that my former reflections have stopped being clones. In fact, one of them has turned into a bald old man.