Thread: s00p's Dreams, Past and Present

This dream is part fiction, part dream. You can decide where to draw the line, especially where it implicates you, the reader.

My Tribe

A mother and daughter jumped off the top of the highest peak, where they landed in the Deads. I knew instantly the duty I had to save them.

I had to hike across the dead barren trees of the deads to get to them. It didn't take me long to find the two. They were atop the largest tree, on fire. I put my equipment, in a white leather bag, across the largest branch, and looked up. The family orangutang, Jen, looked down upon me. I put her into the leather bag.

I shouted to them, "Jen's right here! What the hell are you taking so long for? Jump down!"

The mother tossed her daughter into my arms, and then jumped onto the branch herself. I doubted the stability of the single branch that the three of us and the pet shared. It broke. We fell onto mysterious plant life, such that had never been seen in the Deads. They were a fruit, to best describe them. They were like giant, soft apples that grew from the ground up. We ran from the flames. A forrest grew around us.

"I put blood into the ground, and the sacrifice has given us fertile soil!" I yelled as we navigated the maze of life around us.

I reached my house, where my father greeted the visitors with hospitality. I took nothing. The others had pumpkin pie and ice cream. I told the story to them. I was the great prophet of the Stories. We knew it now, it was certain. I had the wings of an eagle, and brought my people life.

The mother and daughter did not remember anything. They were falling unconcious, being so high up and swallowing the fumes. Jen hit her head on the way down, and my dad was mending her.

But this is not true. Not after what I write here; but it was back then. Here is truth:

I was on one of my many walks in the early morning. It started to rain, so I took a shortcut home. It lead me right past the Deads. I saw Jen, the counseler of the tribe. She was saving my mother and brother from the flaming tree. A bag of climbing rope was at her side. I timed my throw perfectly. She reached for the bag, she was hit by the Rock, she fell. She fell into the bag and landed hard against the ground. I rushed to my families aid.

Jen said she'd remembered nothing. Occasionally, she'd remember the rain, or something about a fall. She was growing old, so old. Her beautiful hair withered gray. She had trouble moving since that day.

I put her down, just a year ago.

I am ruler of man, woman, nature. Because reality is so dependent upon being defined by an observer. I never decieved anyone, it was they who did that to themselves. People demanded protection from truth, and I gave it to them.

Which story would you accept? I continue to lead the tribe well. Do not lend judgement too quickly; you have not killed like I have. Could you do what I did?



The dream part includes the deception, I just added the putting down that orangutang part, and the finall paragraphs, which are sort of a musing on my part.

'aight, here's what's happening: I'm updating this to all get out. I'm going to add a dream a day, maybe two, and then scan for dream signs.


Classmate Naked
There was this girl naked by her locker, so I gave her my coat. She said that she expected no less from me.

Witch
Basically, this woman was a witch and she could save us all from the zombies if only she found the right scroll. She ran a city of sorts. I disobeyed the laws once, so she gave me a piece of paper to hide. If she could find the paper, then she would kill me. She gave me 90 minutes to hide it. She never found it.

New Guitar
I was playing my new guitar by plugging it into 8 large movietheater style speakers. They were hung along a wall across from the beach. I would unplug the chord to stop the music, and plug my guitar in its place. I played along with some songs. Eventually, some guys came up to me and asked if I wanted to play for their band. I said something like, "as long as nobody gets sand in my guitar." I then looked at this new guitar, and saw that it was a piece of crap. The fretboard just kept getting larger and larger until there was no long any neck. The burled top cap just ended, and the rest of the guitar was recessed.