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It's been over a year, but I'm going to start making DJ entries on here again. I've been keeping them in my own journal but I ran out of space. I will be labeling weird stuff in red and lucid stuff in blue. Also, waking life in green. This dream was extremely vivid and different than anything I've experienced before. (Except while lucid.)

Last night - Friday October 19th

The first thing I remembered was being in a very large super market. For some reason, it was extremely crowded (much more crowded than I've ever seen before, even on black friday.) Most people were in the very back of the store waiting for a certain item to come out. I believe it was some kind of new technology that acts like an inhaler, but is basically equivalent to eating a full meal. I was immediately interested so I got one, along with the crowd.

After I bought it, people were trying it out in the store. Inhaling meals. The mist from these things quickly crowded the air, kind of like second hand smoke. I breathed in some of course. I went home with my new item. My house wasn't the same and most of my relatives were there, even a few of my friends. I told them about the inhaler and how great it was.

Later on, we turned on the news to find that there was a break out of some infectious disease that turned people into cat like humans. They grew in size and had large claws. These were more along the lines of big cats than house cats. The TV was showing live footage of the supermarket I had bought my inhaler from. It turns out that the inhaler meals were defective. The footage was brutal and showed people transforming and killing other humans inside and outside the store.

I realized I had inhaled some of it and I suddenly started convulsing and puking violently. The hair on my body began to stand up and started growing and changing color. I grew claws and felt like my brain was changing shape inside my head and my vision began to change. I had become a sort of werecat? I don't know what to call it, but it felt insanely weird.

My family and friends quickly tied me down, else I'd go on a killing rampage. I roared and kicked to get out because I wanted to kill and unite with my cat friends.

I woke up around here, about 4 hours in. I went back to bed and the dream felt eerily similar.

This time I was outside in a very hilly suburban area. It was cooler than where I live and definitely seemed like Colorado or another mountain state. There was another supermarket like the one from before, but on a hill with a different name. I went inside, and like before there were a lot of people. There was no inhaler this time though. I didn't buy anything, and walked home.

I got home and it was the same house as before, but my good friend and his family lived there. We'll call him C. I talked to C about what happened with the inhalers and stuff before, but he didn't know what I was talking about. His dad seemed to be listening to the conversation under his nose. Out of nowhere, the same thing happened as before. I felt the urge to puke and my legs got extremely unstable. I ran to the sink and puked up this white liquid, which quickly hardened and turned into a thick film in the sink. The feelings somewhat died down and C's dad told me I would be okay.

I went to the airport with C and his dad. I watched them get on the plane and fly off. Suddenly, the feeling came back and I fell to my knees and began puking all over the airport floor. Nobody noticed me. I decided it would be good to get home and get away from the people before I transformed again. As I was running and stumbling around the giant airport terminals, I noticed other people began convulsing, falling, and puking as well. I made it out before I could transform.

I thought it would be a good idea to hit the super market before going home, so I headed there. What I saw was horrifying. Cars were on fire and there were dead bodies all over the parking lot. I decided to check it out, so I went inside. Inside there were tons of people, screaming, transforming, killing other people. It was chaos. Different from before though, the people were transforming into bear-like humanoids. Not the cats from before.

I ran home and locked myself inside. Blocked off the doors and windows as best as I could and turned on the TV. All the news stations were talking about the developing infection. I overheard that the army was on their way to suppress the situation at the supermarket. Outside my window tons and tons of Humvees and other military vehicles sped past. I ran outside my front door and watched as they drove down to the supermarket. I followed them down the road as best I could eventually getting to the supermarket.

I watched as they unloaded troops and weapons. Helicopters were in the air. They got into position to enter the front door. I was standing on the opposite far side of the road in front of someones house. A little girl came out from the house and ran to me. For some reason, I realized what was going on and became lucid. Her mother came outside as well. I told her the army was here to help and that if the army failed or didn't come back she should run as fast as she can to her mommy. Her mom agreed with me. We watched the army breach and clear the supermarket. We heard lots of shooting, screaming, and explosions. After about fifteen minutes of waiting, the sound finally died down. It was awhile before the army got a response from the soldiers who went in.

It turns out the source of the transforming wasn't from the inhalers, but from an invisible pathogen in the atmosphere during this time. Anyone is susceptible to the pathogen, but after being subject to transforming once, you develop resistances to it. After a half hour of waiting for the army to come out, I made my way to the front door. The army warned me not go in due to the risks, but I showed the commander my scars from transforming before, and he let me pass.

The sliding glass doors were broken, opening and closing over and over on the body of a dead soldier. Upon entering, there was a pungent odor in the air. Death. It was completely quiet with nobody to be seen, not even any bear-people. Weird. I started walking down one of the aisles, stepping over corpses of civilians, soldiers, people that failed to completely transform, and creatures that looked just like grizzly bears. While walking down the aisle, the dream slowly started to fade out, and I woke up.

Thoughts

A very interesting dream nonetheless, but I have yet to figure out how to interpret it. I'll edit this later tonight after some thinking.

i'm watching a girl's story. there is a gas station on the street. she steals a car? or parks it wrongly in the median. something falls apart--- finally her cheating and her lying caches up with her and the truth is revealed. we learn the truth, she was not supposed to have her car there, probably not supposed to have that car at all. she was selling things from it and making her way, as a ticking time bomb. you could tell she was resigned to her fate, just trying to manage while she could. maybe she had also retended to be a teacher, and all the deception ws being revealed. i think it was only revealed when she died on that street.
i'm with a group of people. watching the story unfold. this other girl has a family. two families come together. something terrible had happened in the past to her family. they had all been murdered by the Dothraki....the new family she was becoming a part of brought her in under their wind to comfort her, to be her new family, and to also honor the pain she came from and to bring some sort of retribution to the past pain and injustice.




Comments: i have watched the Game of Thrones series a ton and read the books, so family, honor and death are parts of that, as well as the Dothraki, the feeling of having a clan, and the loyalty of family.
I am currently with a new baby. At this time of my life, I have reconnected with my mother, grandmother and brother SO much, and have been considering their role in my life, and mine in theirs... how much i really want to be part of their lives, and have them in mine. in one way, it's so nice to feel lke a tight knit family again...and also, it is very unsustainable, and i woke up thinking about how everyone could dies very soon...my grandma is 92 and could go any day. my mother is 65, so she will only see this baby to 20 or 30 years old, at the max. and my brother is very sick, and i don't know if he's gonna start getting better and live a long life, or if he will give up on this round. so, i could be without this clan very soon.

maybe this dream is about me losing my family and having a new one take me in. but it almost feels like the new people taking me in could represent my blood family, because they are taking such good care of me right now, when i feel like i can barely take care of myself, let alone a new life.
it could mean to really appreciate family, and to have loyalty to them while i am part of them. to remember to appreciate them while i have them, because they are mine and i am theirs and we won't be around forvever. but also, i can trust that no matter what the next chapter it, and whatever pain i suffer losing my family, i will have a new life, a new family and be held and have my life continue to be supported by community and tribe.

01.08.13
The scenario:
In the dream, some sort of alien species has attacked earth and wiped out most of the human civilization. Those who are still alive, are living in small groups. Some just trying to survive and stay out of sight, others beliving that there is still a chance of defeating the opposing alien threat. This dream is about the "Alien Resistance Force".
The dream takes place in some sort of forest, hard to say where, quite dense vegetation, but not quite as tropical as a jungle. High trees and a canopy that is so thick that almost no sunlight shine trough.

I don't quite remember the appearance of the aliens, but they where about one and a half time as big as a normal human, and was blackish in their skin.

The fragments of the dream that i can remember:
In the dream i am either an observer, or a little child. (maybe both).
The last resistance camp (not sure if in just this area, or in the whole world) had been exposed, and the aliens was moving in to attack. During this time, most of the camp was out patrolling and scouting.
While i was watching one of the scout groups, the aliens moved in on the camp and slaughtered everyone, and everything. I remember seeing the camp in the aftermath, when a group returned. All that was left alive, was a badly injured cow, which was almost cut in half and sprayed blood out of its lungs every time it tried to breathe. It was a horrible sight.
The scouting group was in an old ruin at the time the aliens caught up with them. The group thought that the aliens was not aware of their presence, so they tried to hide. It did not work, and the battle was futile, all but one little boy and his wolf was killed, with almost no alien casualties.

The boy managed to escape, and made his way with the wolf pup up trough the forest and to the mountains. Where he would try to survive and train the wolf to help him.

I'm just outside the front gate in front of my home. I'm going inside one of the families' cars and going to be waiting for the rest of my family to get inside. It's going to take them a while for all of them to get in.

I waited a bit longer but they still didn't show up. I then decided to start the car up making it easier for us to ride on the road already. Suddenly, something happens. A few seconds after I turn the car on, the car began moving. It moved in reverse for a few seconds and the mirrors on the front seat passenger's side was torn apart by a nearby wall. I was in trouble.

I immediately took control of the wheel to try and get the car to stop. Unfortunately for me I have a tendency to afraid of being insides cars in dreams. The car begins to take off by itself. I begin to worry, but still, I must make sure I do not crash as bad as I did before.

The car begins to ride itself down the road and I begin to panic. I have always been afraid of being left alone in a car in dreams. While inside this moving car, its speed begins to increase. There were a few cars coming my way but I tried my best to get out of their way. I hit a few other obstacles on the way such as trashcans.

I eventually found out this wasn't real but I was not fully lucid. I then began to think. There's a good chance that I may die now and if that's a possibility, I'm going to make sure I crash in to Trinh's home.

The car begins to go as fast as it can and eventually I knew I was going to die soon. I felt a sense of adrenaline and excitement, almost as if I wasn't afraid to die. I was soon able to see Trinh's house. Before the car could reach the home, I closed my eyes and began to think it was a mistake. I wanted to wake up, and so I did.

The first part I remember I was on what looked like a train from the inside, but later on it would change to a bus from the outside. I was some sort of secret agent, and we were intercepting a trade of some sort. I gave this guy $3000, and he gave me a bundle of some sort. At this point something went wrong, because these other guys got onto the train and started shooting. I ran to the front of the bus, but one of them found me and shot me. Then he set my arm on fire. I was trying to feign death, so I lied still whilst the fire consumed my arm.

Skipping forward a bit, I had been taken to this abandoned factory building where someone "patched me up", as it were. Then I was sent out on a new assignment to infiltrate a Sangheili compound (for those of you that don't know, Sangheili is the name of the "Elites" in the Halo video games). I managed to get inside, and did a good job of neutralizing all of the targets. One of them however wouldn't go down easily, and that was the Arbiter, Thel.

Of course, Thel is also my tulpa, so as things went further something about the situation changed. The mood turned more into an emotional war drama of sorts, with two close friends now pitted against each other. At one point we just stood there looking at each other and he mentioned that he had tried to negotiate a truce. However, the Sangheili would not have it. "It is easier to hate, to have an enemy to destroy, than it is to love" is how he put it. The mention of love made me turn to face him, and I lunged, embracing him. He seemed to catch me, not caught off guard by my sudden action.

(One of the weirdest dreams I've had. I only wrote notes down unfortunately, and can't recall it all )

It was daytime.

I was on a pier with Daz and my brother. There was a lot of random as fuck people.. really strange.

I was in a room joined to the pier and Daz put a fire cracker in a man's mouth, who was the size of a small dog. When the fire cracker went off, I remember thinking that the guy would have been dead for sure.. I thought he would have been blown up. I had a look at the guy and he wasn't looking good. He was moving side to side and struggling to breath. Eventually he took his last couple of breaths, then passed out. I was worried for Daz, as I didn't want the guy to go down for murder.

I was on the pier and a girl was cracking onto me. Everyone was different, and acting weird, but in a good way..

I was outside at some kind of stall you would see at a amusement park. I could see a man trying to sell me a gun who was behind a glass. He was demonstrating what the gun could do, which shot plastic balls. I asked him If I could have a look at it before I thought of buying.

I saw a few rowing boats go passed the pier, so I decided to jump in one and carry along. I was rowing through a small tunnel.

I was naked, at a house with Josh D. I was looking through a paper which had all the interesting/strange people from the pier.

September 4 2013 - Dream Fragment #1: I was in an extremely technologically advanced city where there was a huge skyscraper with a helipad at the top. I took sort of a train up to it and got in the pilot's seat and put on a mask. I was upset to find that as I was about to take off two guys from my school (who I absolutely hate) got in with me. I was flying and then seeing how crazy I could get with the maneuvers. My recall drifted off from there.

Dream Fragment #2: The next dream that I had was very well-formed. I remember running around in this place that looked like Nuketown from COD:BO1 (I don't even really play COD idk why this happened lol) but I had to leave for some reason. I remember driving to a small store in the city where I parked and went in. It was really busy there and I remember looking around for someone. Suddenly I hear a pop and a guy next to me falls over dead. There seemed to be some kind of attack there, so I hid, looking for who could have done it. I saw a man in a mask come in and luckily he doesn't see me but he goes to the back of the store. I hear another set of footsteps come out and stop. I look up and see this… thing looking at me. I don't remember the details but it was reptilian and much taller than I was. I remember him from a dream a couple of nights ago and from the one before that. Not really a dream sign, but recurring to say the least. The beast called for his troops to kill everyone in the store and said, "You'll see." I saw three wolf-like creatures come flying out and make short work of all the other shop-goers, but I booked it and ran as fast as I could. Somehow I managed to get away but my car was gone. I was still being chased so I jumped into this guys car and screamed at him to go. He did and somehow I made it away. It was one of the most exhilarating feelings ever! I remember being drawn back to a park in the city where my friend was (I instinctively knew he was there) so I had the man drop me off there. As soon as I got out of the car, one of those wolf things jumped out and bit me in the hand. It didn't really hurt, but I guess my sleeping mind pretended it did because it did not feel good. I ended up getting away from it, but suddenly I turn a corner and there is that beast again. He looks at me, and then takes out a gun. I back away, but he ends up shooting me. My dream seems to go black and I wake up. I realize I am sitting on the ground where I was when I "died". The guy is standing there and immediately lucidity hits me like a train. He nods his head and I try to ask him something, but he says "Talk to me later." and walks away. I walk around for a few minutes, trying to add in detail and such, but I end up waking up. Thank god I didn't ruin it by trying to fly or something.

August 31 2013 - Dream Fragment #1: I remember seeing people that I knew, and then the dream transitioning into an apocalyptic dream ( one of these again) with me running down a path. I got to a sort of old cottage-type place where I saw all of these warriors that tried to kill me. Apparently I was more badass in this dream than in the one last night because I outran them and got to a car at the end of the driveway. I was driving for a long while, and now my memory fades out.

Dream Fragment #2: I remember seeing all of these very nice houses from an aerial viewpoint. Somehow it transitioned back to me sitting at a desk somewhere. I looked over and saw my ex-girlfriend IWL. She put her are around my shoulders and I almost flipped out. "Why are you doing this?" I asked her. She replied in some way but I really don't remember now. My dream's viewpoint shifted out to the sky again and it showed a little place to put your boat next to a very luxurious mansion. I heard here say that if I start going out with her she'd give me a house. I remember refusing it (?) and then I woke up soon.

Two parallel universes. In one universe, I was single. In another, I was married with kids. Transport.

Student. Koreans. Karaoke. Field. A kid. Parallel word. Hiding food.

Batman. Helicopter. VTOL plane. Building or house. Shield.

I was partially aware that I was dreaming, and I was trying to interpret my dream while I was dreaming. I was telling myself about people who are just looking for someone to apologize to. I was looking at a hallway.

Robot fight. Five humans who are 'embedded' with robot structures. Cyborgs. Like a hull with tentacles. It connects them to this super cool, white-colored robot. I saw one of them, a female, lying dead still attached to her robot. Water world. Animated move-like scene.

I was with a group. We were on a couch. I was lying down. They're beside me, talking. They talked about how only 3 out of 5 survived, and one who died was the daughter of some super rich person.

I recently lost my cousin, due to reasons.

Anyways, the other night he was in my dreams. It was weird. He walked over to my Mum and gave her a hug. I turned to her and asked "isn't he dead?" I knew full well he was, it wasn't like I was dreaming that he was alive but more so that his spirit was here. He then looked over at me and smiled, embracing me in a tight hug, he whispered in my ear, "Hey little cousin, how are you?" It felt so real, before I could respond I woke up. I was so confused.

Last night I had another dream with him in it. I was in my bedroom when my phone lit up, his name flashing on the screen, I again said, "isn't he dead?" I answered the phone and started having a full conversation with him, just about everything! Like memories that we shared. I even asked him "how's life on the other side?" when he heard the question he just chuckled and said it was good. He then had to go so we ended the phone call and then I got a message from him saying "Stay Strong".

I knew full well why he was saying "Stay Strong" due to reasons. It's like he knows.

I had this dream sometime in the last year or so.

My friend and I were walking down the street when suddenly I noticed Johnny Depp standing up ahead. My friend is completely in love with him so I told her I would go say hi and see if he would talk to her for a bit. I walk up to him and said "Hey, I noticed you were Johnny Depp and I was wondering if you could talk to..." While I was talking he started to walk away, so I started to follow him. "Excuse me, I just wanted you to say hi to my friend. It's not like I want you to sign her or anything like that. What is up with you??" All through my talking he had continued to walk away faster and faster while looking back at me over and over until finally he stopped and said "What!" I stopped and looked at him before repeating myself. He said "Ok, fine. But before I do I want you two to follow me to my house." We looked at each other and did as he asked. We followed him all the way to this red brick, square building and proceeded to follow him up these black, metal stairs like the ones you see on the side of buildings, except these were the way to get in and not the fire escape. He stopped at a door and we followed him inside. The room was dark with dark walls and in the center of the room was a huge, rectangular, solid, wooden table. Behind the chair that was at the head of the table was an odd, circular contracption. The chair itself was one of those big, elaborate, fancy chairs. There were also three other people in the room, all sitting on the left side of the table. The only thing I remember about them is one of them was skinny and ratty looking. Me, my best friend, and somehow my brother who had joined us at some point, all sat on the other side of the table. Johnny sat in the big chair and started talking about some strange ritual stuff, then started chanting when suddenly tons of ghouls and evil, devilish creatures starting pouring out of the odd contraption, which turns out to be a portal. Over the noise I hear Johnny say "There are different stages. The last one alive wins!" The room then changed red and a group of one of the creatures started to attack us. The skinny ratty guy was the first to die. I'm not sure how, I think he was just attacked to death. The room would change colors and every time it did a different type of creature would attack us. I remember running around the room amidst the chaos trying to survive. Ever now and then I would see Johnny sitting in his chair watching the events, completely unharmed and calm. Eventually the three other guys were all dead and it was just my brother, best friend, and I left. My brother was fighting the creatures off and my friend was avoiding them like me. The room had gone almost black and Johnny was saying something I can't remember, then I woke up.

I honestly cannot remember where I was when I had this dream or when I had it but It will definitely be one of the most remembered.

This dream seemed to be kind of like a death game, you would (usually) die in the process, but after the games were over you would reappear at the start. I started Climbing up the pipes. they seemed to stick to basic colors like red, blue, yellow, and green. as you ascended the pipes, which tended to go in 45 degree angles, people would pick up random articles of clothing and put them on. I did the same, leaving my old clothes behind. they consisted of shorts, Tshirts, and underwear of various kinds. as I ascended to the top, after putting on all the clothes, I reached a wall with a ladder. They pulled up the ladder before I could get there. then I died.
Again I started from the bottom. as soon as the gate in front of the tubes lifted, I ran up as fast as I could, grabbing whatever clothes I could, and slipping them on clumsily. I got my underwear on backwards. I managed to reach the top first, and climbed the ladder. they let about 30 kids up in total, left the rest to die. then I reached a little area with a lake in the middle, flowing through a gate to the south. to the northeast and southeast, there were small, 1 room houses. in the southwest was the staircase I went down to enter the area. in the little lake, there was a boat. I immediately went across the river on the boat to the small house. I don't remember quite what happened in there, but it caused me and everyone else in it to die.
So I started again from the bottom, going a little bit slower, got my clothes on all the right way, and made it to the top before they pulled the ladder up. this time I investigated a set of buttons on a pole near the staircase. There were four of them, labeled with letters from left to right. the letters changed every time I looked at them (derp). I pressed the button farthest to the left, and nothing happened. then I pressed the second button from the right, and I blew up.
So this time I made it into the arena without any real issue, and went over to the buttons again. I pressed the left most one again, realizing it must be some sort of pattern. I then pressed the second from the left button. I heard a soft whirring noise. Then I pressed the second from the right, and nothing happened. Finally I pressed the one furthest to the right, and some weird victory jingle played. I felt good. I headed clockwise around the river, past another 2 buttons, and made my way to the northeast building, where Garrison, a friend of mine, pressed on 2 spark plugs. there were 2 columns of 3, and he pressed the top left one, then the top right one. A victory jingle played, and I knew we one.

I'm in a classroom full of fish tanks. I notice that each tank has something wrong. Too dirty. Not enough water. They all have one fish in them. I try to help them, but all the fish die. A boy shows up and hands me a blue color pencil. He says I need it more than he does. I thank him and hold the pencil close.

I stand in the middle of the platform, with the gate in front of me and Silver, Yuya and Shinave behind me.
I hold out my left hand against the gate, and give it a slight burst of energy.
Some engravings on it light up. I focus on the templars, and sure enough a connection is made to a gate right next to them.
A portal forms inside the gate in a dark purple color.
The doors are open, they can simply walk in now.
I'm nervous.



After a rather tense minute, some shapes finally emerge from the portal. Templars.
All 12 of them. This is it.
They all appear to be rather calm.
Then again, why wouldn't they? It's not like we'd stand a chance in a fair fight.

Finally, one of them addresses me. And to my surprise he looks somewhat different than the other templars.
He isn't wearing a helm, and his weapon of choice seems to be a sword rather than a lance.
How curious. Do the templars have some sort of leader after all?

"Oh dragon... It's unfortunate that you have resisted your death for this long."
"But I see you have finally seen the light."
"I respect that you stand here, offering to sacrifice yourself in exchange for the life of your friends."
"It is not an action that I would have expected from a dragon."

Oh.
That assumption sort of makes sense I guess.
The thought that we would fight them is pure insanity, yet I've shown them exactly where we are.

"Unfortunately the deal is not acceptable."

He points at Yuya.

"I'll need the life of the water goddess as well."
"Both of your lives for Teraluna. We have no interest in the others."
"Come forward and kneel down."

He wants to see the look on my face when he executes her in front of my eyes.
Typical Templar reasoning. They want a show. After all they could just charge at us and kill us all.
I turn around to look at Yuya. She's not worried at all. In fact she grins. Good.
I look back at the templar.
I stare deeply into his eyes and lough out loudly, which confuses him to some extend.
Finally the feeling of eeriness goes away.
No more anxiety. No more worries.
There is only the present now. No future to worry about.

I nod at Silver to give him the signal to activate the seal.
The symbols he has drawn on the ground grow all over the platform.



A transparent bubble surrounds all of us.
The portal generated by the gate collapses immediately, because as of right now, both gates no longer exist in the same space time continuum.
Everything within the bubble is separated from normal space and time, at least for as long as Silver keeps it up.
Nothing comes in, nothing goes out.
As far as I know, it is the ultimate spatial sealing technique. I've never seen anyone use it before.
Still, the templars do not seem alarmed. After all there's 12 of them and only 4 of us.

"And now what little dragon?"

There is complete silence now. Sound doesn't penetrate the seal.
I speak in a dark, assertive voice.

"Why, isn't it obvious?"
"I am going to kill you all"

That made him angry. He snaps his fingers and 2 templars charge at me immediately.
This is it then. This is what I've gambled everything on. Work!
Phoenix catalyst. Only once before have I drawn power directly from it, instead of using it as a catalyst to amplify my own powers.
It was when I resurrected Yuya. But of course that used up the entire catalyst. There is nothing left.
But I do use the same technique in the hopes of having understood what the orb that was given to me is.
Even though it was just an intuition. But right now, that is all I have.

The templars that charge at me do not have their lances drawn. Their goal is to push me to my knees. To put me in place.
To teach me a lesson. But I have other ideas. I propel myself forwards and slap my hands against their breastplates.
I use the technique and draw energy as hard as I can and concentrate it within my hands.

I feel some resistance. But it's like slapping your hands against a water surface. It hurts a little initially, but your hands still move straight through.
Through their breastplates. Through the bodies. I'm going straight through with my bare hands.
The lifeless remains of their bodies drop to the ground. They are not human bodies. There is no blood. It's like some sort of clay surrounded with skin.

It worked... It worked!
I can freely draw energy from the orb. My intuition was right. It is the same type of energy.
But I have no time to think about this any further.
Because the templars have now realized the danger, and 3 of them have already rushed past me towards Silver.
They want to destroy the seal, in case they need to retreat.
But Yuya is on it.
She is projecting some of her water spheres towards them.
Right before impact Shinave casts some kind of frost magic onto them, causing the spheres to erupt into ice spikes.
They are not strong enough to penetrate the armor of the templars, but they do manage to immobilize them for a moment.



I draw energy again, focus it into 3 small spheres and toss them at the templars.
Yet again, their bodies shatter on impact. They won't be able to get to Silver without dealing with me first.
Too late I realize that this is exactly what they're doing.
A lance hits me right in the stomach. I manage to blink away before by body suffers the full impact.
Another Templar is already striking me from another side.
I block his lance with my hands and give it a pulse of energy, breaking the lance in half.
I promtly throw the gained head of the lance at the Templar who previously managed to hit me in the stomach.
The lance shatters into pieces as I try to infuse it with energy, but enough of it discharges into the Templar to incapacitate him.
A few energy infused punches take care of the Templar with the broken lance.

To my surprise the remaining templars have not moved towards me at all.
4 of them stand there, emotionless, in front of their leader who is in anger.
I don't think he fully understands what just happened. 7 down, 5 to go.
And although only one of the templars displays any emotions, I don't notice an ounce of fear.

"Do you really think you can kill us all?"

I respond with an evil smile and draw my katana from its scabbard on my back.
That's right, I've been fighting you with my bare hands.

"Fine."

Some sort of growth on the leaders left arm becomes visible. It looks somewhat organic and insectoid.
Extensions reach from it to the necks of each of the templers bodies, all 11 of them.
With a motion of his left hand, the extensions retract back into his arm and all remaining templars drop dead.
All Templar bodies slowly begin to turn into something that resembles sawdust.
Suddenly, an immense amount of pressure originating from the remaining templars aura pushes against me.
I have to concentrate a small layer of energy around my body to protect it from burning up.

So much raw power. So this is why the templars were always so emotionless and their bodies so unnatural.
They were puppets controlled by this single person.
He confidently draws his own sword and begins walking towards me slowly.

"You have caused me grief, dragon. These are rather difficult to create you know."
"They have to be captured when they are but little children, then carefully raised into weapons."
"It takes such a long time, and now I have to do it all over again."

Even though right now, I have a virtually unlimited supply of energy, I am afraid of this guy.
Being in possession of this orb thing, but he is radiating so much energy naturally.

Here he comes. I draw huge amounts of energy into my katana, hoping to power through his sword.
But he merely deflects my attack, I do not manage to release the energy. This goes on for a few strikes.
Each time our swords clash he deflects it skillfully. He has the upper hand.
Then unexpectedly he charges in close, even though I haven't given him an opening.
Somehow he manages to get his blade uncomfortably close to my face and I have to blink back.

I quickly realize that I've been somewhat late. He managed to leave a small cut between my eyes.
A few more centimeters and that would have been it...

"Hmm. How odd."
"Clearly you have the energy to fight me, but you are not good enough of a swordsman to do so."
"I wonder. Years ago, you fought a Templar in the depths of hell. A fight where none of you had access to energy."
"A fight against someone who had perfected the art of sword combat."
"You do not have the skills necessary to have won that fight."

He is right. I should not have been able to do that. It is something I cannot explain.
It just happened, even though it should have been impossible.
And I can feel that this guy uses similar moves. If he hasn't perfected the art of sword combat, he is close.
I am no match for him. I cannot win in a sword fight. And the only way to discharge enough energy to deal damage to him
is through my katana.

"Also I wonder. Where does all of that energy suddenly come from?"
"You have done something rather curious indeed."

He charges at me a few more times. Fortunately I manage to deflect his attacks, but it is very close.
He just has to wait until I make a small mistake.

"And the dragon does not use his dragon powers."
"Instead he fights me with what seems to be divine energy."

I can't use it because both powers clash with each-other. It would rip me apart.
But he doesn't need to know that.
He attacks a few more times, and manages a few deep cuts into both of my shoulders and my back.

"Your time is slowly running out dragon."
"Not only will your body give in sooner or later, but that white haired friend of yours isn't going to last much longer keeping that seal up either."

Silver... He doesn't even know the proper reason he is keeping that seal up for, yet he is still giving it all hes got.
Hold out a little longer... I'll figure something out...

The templar performs a downwards strike over his shoulder, which I attempt to block directly.
He somehow angles his body in such a way that he is able to rotate around and punch me in the chest.
Even though I concentrate most of my energy into my ribs to absorb the shock, they still buckle a little under a loud crushing noise as I'm projected backwards.
I cough up some blood, but I manage to keep by defensive posture.

Due to the lung damage I decide to stop breathing entirely, and instead filter the CO2 in my blood using energy.
An easy technique, usually used to go to locations where breathing is not possible, such as underwater or planets without oxygen rich atmospheres.
I quickly repair potentially lethal damage using a variety of phoenix techniques.
My body is taking one hell of a beating, it won't last much longer.

"It is a shame that I have not found you when you were a child."
"You have so much potential, you would have made a fantastic asset."

Right as he readies another attack, something startles him to the point that he looses his focus on me.
I can feel a new presence. A dark, cold one. I look for it and spot a person that must have just appeared.
This is not possible... Nobody can enter this space as long as it is sealed. There are no tricks or techniques to circumvent interdimensional seals.
He immediately looks right at me and pronounces in a loud voice:

"Death has come for you."

As he summons an oversized pitch black scythe I understand what has happened.

"Silver, break the seal... It is no longer of any use."

The bubble surrounding the platform dissipates. Silver has to lie down from exhaustion.
Yuya and Shinave look rather worried. They know what it means when death comes for you.
He looks like a teenager. Somewhat long, black fuzzy hair. Worn and slightly torn black pants and shirt.
He's very skinny. But the scythe is what really makes it clear what he is. Death. Or a messenger of death.
I don't know the specifics behind how it works.

I try to utter the words "Not today". Because that is what you say when death comes for you.
But my voice is faint and fragile. It's not even because of the damaged lungs.
He is amused by this and laughs.

"Good one! I haven't heard that one yet. You may have just made my day."
"Seriously though, you're coming with me."

The grip on my katana loosens. I have fucked up.
This is the end. It's because I took the orb.
This orb, I don't know what exactly it is, or why it exists. All I know is that it has to do with life energy.
It plays a role in the birth of things. This is also the reason why I was able to draw power from it. It's the same type of energy as in the phoenix catalyst.
Because they are so important, each orb is assigned a guardian, so that no individual can ever obtain one.
Ironically, it is one of the guardians who gave me the orb. And she warned me that death would come for me.
I am not sure why she decided to give it to me, but I understand that I must now pay the price for having taken it.
Death acts as some sort of backup protection in case an orb is ever stolen.

In a moment of desperation I ask:

"... a minute then?"

Death looks at me a little surprised. Why would he ever agree to that? What am I even doing with another minute?
He made it clear that he is here to get me now. He looks at the templar, then back at me.
Then he shrugs.

"A minute it is."

And he sits down.
What?
Just like that?
He is completely carefree, as if he was about to grab some popcorn.

The templar laughs, realizing that he has already won.

"You fool! All I care about is your death, nothing else matters to me."
"You have just lost everything."

I know. The guardian told me.
For a moment I believed that Silvers seal would make me invisible to death, and I could use the orb without being spotted.
In retrospect, that was a rather idiotic assumption. But it is too late for remorse now.
Not like I had any alternatives anyways.
But before I go, there is one thing left to do...
Forget about the future, it is no more. There is only the present now.

"You asked me earlier how I managed to kill a man who had perfected the art of sword combat."

My voice has recovered some strength.

"Yes, I am curious about that indeed."

I remove the protective layer of aura surrounding my body and focus all of it into my katana.
Immediately I feel the pressure of the templars aura on my skin. It burns away my clothes and slowly begins to eat away at my skin.
Energy distribution in your body is a key aspect in advanced combat techniques. You can divert energy that is intended to defend your body into your attacks and vice versa.
Removing too much defensive energy leaves you without any defense.
But it's not like I have any need for that anymore.

"I admire your will, but you do not have the technique to beat me."

Yes. He can just deflect my attacks.
I open my dragon eyes, which is of course a rather self-destructing thing to do, given that my body is flooded with divine energy, which will immediately attack the dragon eyes
which are of demonic nature. I don't care.
I understand the confused look on the templars face, as the dragon eyes do not work on them.
But they are not intended for him.
I look for my own reflection in his eyes, and attempt to stare directly into my own dragon eyes.
This is something you are never supposed to do.
There is a high risk of getting lost forever.

I do it to look into my past.
Into the exact moment I fought that templar in the fires of hell.
I was but a young teenager back then. I can see it clearly now.
I walk towards the templar whilst looking at my memories at the same time.

"Back then, I had only a minute to kill the master swordman."
"And now you have a minute to do the same with me."
"I will show you exactly how I defeated him."

I begin to mimic the movements of the templar I fought against years ago.
Our swords spray sparks every time they touch. At this point it looks more like a dance than a sword fight.
He quickly realizes that he no longer has the upper hand. We are on equal terms now, and I have nothing to loose.
He changes to a more defensive style, attempting to simply outlast the minute that was given to me.
Fortunately, I require so much focus that I am completely incapable to think about what is going to happen next.
Sure enough, just before the minute runs out, I perform a combination of moves that creates an opening.
I take it without hesitation and lodge my katana firmly into his chest.

The burning sensation and the pressure emitted by the templar stops immediately.
He is visibly confused. He does not understand the mistake he made, and neither do I.
This style of combat is way too advanced for me. I merely copied what I saw.
But still, even with my sword lodged in his chest he smiles.

"It doesn't matter. I still won."

I have nothing witty to reply. He is right. His goal was that I die, and he achieved that, after all death has come for me.
I have lost. I release the energy stored within the katana and the templar bursts up in purple flames, leaving nothing behind.
I suppose this should provide some sort of relief. At least the templars are gone.
But I feel no such thing. All I feel is failure.



Death approaches me, carrying his scythe on his shoulder.
This is the end.

07-21-2013 -- I am walking by an apartment complex on either Hickory or Dale, where there is no apartment complex. I am more or less minding my own business, when I run into this guy who starts yelling at me. He tells me I am worthless and horrible, and he knew my mother, and my actions caused her to die in sorrow, and I ought to just go off and die, myself ... he goes on and on and on with really horrible accusations. I think back to the life my mother lived, and how old she was when she died, and how our relationship was (fine), and I can't see any reason for his accusations, and I tell him so, but he just keeps screaming at me, while I sit at this picnic table and begin to doubt myself and feel worse and worse. He finally stalks off, leaving me depressed, until a nice fellow I recognize from around the place comes up to me, asks me what is wrong, and tries to console me for a bit.

Soon I am feeling a little better, and I start to look around. I spot something that seems a little interesting: there is an empty tape box sitting next to an unlabeled tape, and the tape box says it is the first of three parts in a continuation of the Chronicles of Narnia, the first of which is about the silver throne at Cair Paravel. I instantly slide the unlabeled tape into a machine that instantly makes me a copy of it.

Soon I find myself in a family-type setting with a father and his little girl, and there is a VCR there, so I stick the tape in, wanting to watch it. There is a flash of light, and I suddenly realize. I have no idea what is on this tape. Sure, it could have been the the tape of the new Chronicles. It could also be a porno tape, just about to blare out a sex scene in front of this little girl! I violently stab at the eject button, and we see just a couple of seconds of a pair of silver boots sitting right in front of a ruby throne, before the tape ejects. I guess it was the right tape.

The father glances at me, as if to ask what's up, and I explain about the whole thing, and not being sure about what was on the tape, and even about feeling guilty for copying it. I apologize, and he looks at me like I am crazy, and decides to ignore me. He may be ignoring me, but a Narnian dwarf suddenly appears in front of me and tells me it is no real problem. If I can't finish the tape before leaving the library, they'll gladly make a transcript for me. He takes the tape and disappears with a pop, and I suddenly know the next time I make it back to the room where I copied the tape, I'll have a printed copy of it that I can take legally. I start to walk away feeling much better about myself.

I soon find myself in a small village of small houses with thatched roofs, and a young woman asks me what I am so happy about. I start to explain about more stories in Narnia, and the dwarf and the video tape, but she is walking away from me to the right. I turn to the left and see the same woman, and her daughter, and she asks me "What are you talking about?" "The Narnia story I was just telling you about." She says I wasn't telling her about any story, and I turn to look to the right and see a bent and shuffling old woman just about to turn the corner. She seems very sinister, somehow. I call out to her to wait a second, but she just continues around the corner.

I chase after her, and I see her just entering a crowd, so I continue forward, but when I get there, she is nowhere in sight. It is like she just disappeared into thin air. I find myself in the middle of maybe a dozen or so clowns, in rather duller makeup than normal, and ask if it is a convention or something. I am waiting for an answer, until I hear a noise that causes me to turn around back the way I came. There are three little girls standing there, being approached by a bent old hag looking more and more like the hag the queen turned into in Snow White to give her the apple. I realize whatever this thing is, it can change shapes to look like anybody it wants to. I run forward to grapple with 'her' and protect the little girls, and I suddenly find I am wrestling with a grim reaper figure in black robes (which I facetiously refer to as Skeletor) and losing the battle.

Finally I start speaking to it in the name of Jesus, and it starts to steam a little bit, and flinch back from me in pain, and as I continue, it breaks away and tries to run off. I give chase again, but it runs forward into another crowd of people. I run forward, and find myself being grabbed. I tense, ready to fight, but it is three Golden Horseshoe can-can girls who have pulled me into a tickle war. Three ladies working together, not one, not the thing, whatever it is. Soon I am walking along, studying everyone I see very carefully, looking for the old hag, or any single person.

Suddenly I find it is very dark, almost pitch black, and I am walking near the door to my apartment complex with no idea how I got there. It is kind of foggy, and there is a forboding figure looming in the fog just by my door. Just as I realize I have fallen asleep at some point, and am now dreaming, the figure jumps out and attacks me. Now I am able to see it's true form, a red devil in a black death robe, and I am very, very scared that this thing can invade me dreams. But there is no hesitation this time. "I come against you in the name of Jesus! I come against you in the name of Jesus!" It is flinching at the name. "Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!" Suddenly there is a powerful figure, an angel, standing next to me, battling the creature. Unexpectedly, it is female. I thought angels were male ....

She speaks in one of it's ears "I come against you in the name of Jesus." I follow and do the same. She does the same to the other ear, and again I follow, and do the same. It writhes at our words. Just as I realize we ought to do one ear each at the same time, I wake up, panting from the battle.