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    1. Little fangs

      by , 05-27-2015 at 06:13 PM
      In some small early 20th century village, I'm the youngest in a family of three sons, and for years now it's been expected that I'll marry the neighbor's youngest daughter when we grow up - we've always been good friends. In the previous scene we'd all been sitting around my family's dinner table; now I've gone to meet her down by the river, which is so full of plants it gives the impression you could walk across them like a bridge. The girl's here waiting, but before I go to meet her, I'm distracted by another girl, a stranger, standing in the center of the river. The observer side of me thinks, I have to remember this.

      Her hair is probably blonde, but it's so matted and dirty that it's hard to tell. She's dressed in old-fashioned men's clothes, a shapeless and colorless coat over a blue velvet waistcoat with a pattern of rosebuds. Then I realize that while I've been focusing on remembering the details of her appearance, I've been missing the conversation the character side of me is having with her. I drop back to focus on what the character side of me is doing.

      Years later, but near that same river. One of my brothers is handing me a silver pocket watch that belongs to our father, and telling me that he's in Madrid - they've known this all along, apparently. My brothers got me to come back here on the pretense that our father's missing - I'm annoyed but not surprised to find that was a lie. There's a woman here, somehow connected to that girl in the river but not the same person, and something about biting down on a chain, and her little fangs.

      I'm carrying one end of a wooden box through what looks like an abandoned house, with that woman holding the other end - it's not particularly large or heavy, just large enough to be awkward for one person. I'm looking at our hands on the box, close enough to be nearly touching. Her nails look thick and discolored, greyish; there's blood ingrained around the nail, but I'm thinking that the blood's not what's causing the dark greyish appearance, since there's blood all over my hands too.

      That woman is kissing me and holding me in place, not letting me turn my head to see what's going on, telling me not to move when I try to. Something is very wrong. There's other people here; the observer side of me recognizes this moment and I switch to third person to avoid it. The scene still continues in front of me, they kill her, but I don't see much of it, focusing on remembering the earlier scenes.

      Updated 05-27-2015 at 06:15 PM by 64691

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    2. My soccer team shirt changes!

      by , 04-28-2011 at 07:26 AM (Percy's Void of Thoughts)
      27.04.2011
      My soccer team shirt changes! (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I was in the Pata Negra store, ready for the Madrid - Barcelona soccer match. I wore my Barcelona team shirt. I talked to my boss about the restaurant being ridiculously crowded with employees.

      I entered the walking-fridge and a female employee took my cell and hided it somewhere. I was looking for the employee who hided it and suddenly, realized I wore the Madrid team shit. I was wondering why I had that shirt on, instead of mine. I took it off.

      I went outside, the place was huge, was different from reality. I met with Hanna, a co-worker from a job I had in the past. She escorted me to the fridge to find my cell. She kissed me.

      I turned lucid realizing she was not my wife. My dream quality was extremely low and I realized it was almost time to wake up. While the dream was getting obliterated, I tried to project, but before I even attempted, I woke up.