Thread: A Pierrot's Muse.

... *awakens from a trance*

This is the most amazingly written dream journal ever.
The dialect, the style, the grammar and punctuation...you even use m-dashes!
In the midst of the highly convoluted mass of troubled grammar that is the Internet, this is just...so beautiful.

Eghem, but aye, good job on recording. >.>
Think I've been inspired to start recording my own dreams again, heh.
Fateful dream trails.

Originally Posted by no-name

I'll say >:U
Write more often! It's essential!

Woah. What? O_o
...I didn't know that...

I'll try my best! : )

And seriously...that made so much sense when I was in the dream! Haha! I can imagine the scenario if I was to claim it was a real method of decreasing blood pressure...

"So...How did you discover it?"

"Aaah...Well...It came to me...In a dream..."

Originally Posted by Merlock

... *awakens from a trance*

This is the most amazingly written dream journal ever.
The dialect, the style, the grammar and punctuation...you even use m-dashes!
In the midst of the highly convoluted mass of troubled grammar that is the Internet, this is just...so beautiful.

Eghem, but aye, good job on recording. >.>
Think I've been inspired to start recording my own dreams again, heh.
Fateful dream trails.

Aaaaw, wow! Thank you for such a wonderful compliment! I'm so glad you enjoyed reading, too! I find it really fun to write my dreams down in a prose sort of style.

I also hope you will start writing again, I'll be happy to read them. : )

[Fragment] Deadly Disease
Monday 18th May 2009
"It's a new strain of the CIVB1 virus...It's CIVB2."

Haha! I heard that as I was waking up and I actually remember dreaming about something before I heard it, but I can't for the life of me remember what happened.

And funnily enough, I've been worrying so much about my Classical Civilisation exam that's coming up this week and low and behold, the abbreviation for said exam is "CIVB2." Last weeks Classics exam was "CIVB1" xD

Despair
Tuesday 19th May 2009
On a journey back home with my dad, we both sat on the top deck of a roofless double-decker bus. I stood, leaning daringly over the front and almost toppled out as the bus screeched to an abrupt halt on cue with the irritated beeping that arose from a small, speeding TJ Walsh bus as it raced past us near a roundabout.

My courage unwavered, I continued standing and turning to my dad I asked, "So, we're going home now, right?"

"No, we're going swimming." Came the reply.

No! I thought, despairing over the lack of geography revision I had done for the exam. I don't have any time!

As I said this, the bus encircled the roundabout which allowed me to get a good look at the gleaming clock tower. The black hands clearly reading quarter to eight. The face of the clock shone with a brilliant, bold yellow-orange gradient which was brightened by the dark blue evening sky.

Despite this, we returned home and I angrily dashed out into a huge garden with houses opposite with cosy, warm yellow lights eminating from each window. I flopped down onto a wooden bench where my geography work lay and tears creeped from my eyes until the dam completely broke.

I don't have time! I repeatedly chanted like a mantra, as I tried to lift up my work to throw it onto the ground. The unusual weight of it, however, prevented me from doing so; it was simply to heavy.

Later, I found myself in the doorway of a dimly lighted bedroom. I saw a bed with white covers - plastic bags lay bundled together atop it, and there was a mirror that stretched the whole length of the wall opposite to where I was stood. From where I was standing I could see someone dressed in black, sat at the wall opposite the mirror -I could only see enough of the figure to conclude the he or she was sitting on a chair - but this person wasn't reflected in the mirror. I also heard a monotonous drone - the person was talking to me, but I couldn't decipher the words. And as if I couldn't, or wasn't allowed to step in to the room, I instead stood on tip toes to see if I could find a reflection but the bags on the bed seemed to grow and obscure my view with each new height that I reached.

Suddenly, I felt a jolt in my chest and wheezed as pain struck it. I clasped at my chest screaming, "It feels like I'm being ripped apart!"
Invisible hands wrapped roughly around my arm and clutched my top directly where the pain was and started to drag me into the room. I couldn't see them, but I could feel and sense them on me. Screams tore helplessly from my lungs.

Uuugh...I have my geography exam today...: (

Finding Toby
Sunday 25th May 2009
"Please, ask Toby to do this favour for me. I really don't want to put anymore strain on our friendship." KK turned and started up the stairs in what appeared to be a small, peaceful village with rows of quaint houses accompanied by red tiled rooftops that stood silently, quite matching the solemnity of the defeated tone in the white, talking dog's voice. He hoisted his guitar over his shoulder as I watched him ascend the stairs that lead up to the thick of the small villages.

I was then in a house which presumably belonged to 'Toby,' and indifferent to the fact I had walked into someone's home, I threw myself down onto a pile of blankets that had been thrown haphazardly onto the floor and I watched the doorway intently (as well as the guinea pig that had wandered happily across the floor) until someone emerged through the doorway from the dull, grey hallway. I donned denim jeans and jacket with a white shirt underneath that was decorated with black swirls which formed together to make a cross. My entire demeanor seemed to be nonchalant.

As I watched the figure approach, I snaked my hands behind my head and smiled, "I've come to speak to Toby."

The woman who was now staring back at me furrowed her eyebrows, nonplussed. But that soon changed when it made a swift transition to anger at the mere mention of the name.

"Him!?" She spat, with a tone that could have threatened even the most impassive of people, "I just finished having a screaming match with him."

That said, she turned heel and walked through a doorway and into the kitchen, her footsteps pounding in an obvious display of her displeasure. I rose to my feet as she stepped back out of the kitchen and out of the doorway she had first appeared, and I then walked in to the kitchen, emerging after a few minutes. The woman was now back in the room.

"What were you doing in there?" She inquired irritably.
"Err..." I struggled to find an answer I simply didn't have, "I was in there...leaving things as they should be." I smiled weakly.
"Yeah, and you better have left my handbag 'how it should be,' too." She replied, not in anyway trying to mask any accusations.

I laughed nervously.

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[Fragment] Stage Fright
Sunday 25th May 2009
Stood on a stage that stretched as far as the eye could see, I looked out apprehensively into the audience; the surrounding, white lights tearing painfully through my vision.

Immediately, I found myself at the end of the stage, gazing down at a small flight of stairs and contemplated running.

[Fragment] Sorry, Wifie!
Tuesday 26th May 2009
A man walked into his bedroom to find his wife sleeping with his best friend. His friend leaped from the bed, a toothy grin tugging at his features, while the wife clutched the blankets defensively towards her.

"Sorry, wifie!" The man laughed as he stood next to his best friend, "I didn't realise you were busy in here."

[Fragment] Strike
Wednesday 27th May 2009
My cousin dealt me a swift kick to the chest. I recoiled and winced in pain.

Nightmare Within a Dream
Sunday 31st May 2009
My sister sat playing on an old Nintendo console on a game which looked very similar to Mario. The colours weren't very vibrant but I watched the fighting combos intently; a low punch, a flying kick, a punch. The small instect/robot-like enemies exploded due to the impact.

Kind of reminds me of that episode of Criminal Intent... I had thought to myself.

My glance then drifted onto the console itself, which strangely, had a cartridge inside shaped like a green watering can, while also noticing that it clearly wasn't my bedroom, or even a room in our house for that matter. The room was huge with three white painted walls while the fourth was in fact a huge window with two glass doors in the middle which lead out into a grassy garden. Two beds were also in the room - one at each side. My sister was sat on the floor in front of the TV; apart from the beds and the TV the room was empty.

I threw myself down onto the bed at the right of the room and fell asleep, a nightmare following shortly after.

It was dark outside- either early morning or late evening - and the soft yellow light from a street lamp was the only thing breaking the thick darkness created by the bare trees which were trailed down a long, steeply inclinded path. There was a wall opposite to the trail of trees and even long branches stetched out of each snicket. I stood very close to this wall as if waiting or just watching.

A man wearing what appeared to be an illuminous green or yellow vest (like the type that are worn during marathons) was jogging down the street with quick pace. Dead leaves crunching softly beneath his feet.

Rustle

His head snapped up from the ground and he listened intently, but continued jogging, his pace slowing.

Rustle

He stopped, head turning to look at a branch which protruded from the wall

Snap

The twigs and loose branches strewn across the floor fell victim to the relentless dash of a clown donning yellow and white baggy clothing and a red wig. He produced a knife and embedded it into the helpless jogger's head.

He screamed in agony before falling limply to the ground.

Unmoving, I inspected the clown who stood staring at his lifeless victim. His right arm was shaped like a branch but it was difficult for me to distinguish whether or not he stuck a branch to his arm, or his arm was in fact, a branch.

I suddenly grow more frightened as his gaze falls on me, a melevolent grin tugging at his ashen face.

Hastily, I jumped and performed an impressive backflip right over the wall and dashed swiftly through a forest of bare, winter trees.

I then woke up in the bed from before, and told my sister about the evil clown.

Then I actually woke up feeling really confused...xD

Wasp
Tuesday 8th September 2009
Perched on a chair, my eyes firmly fixed onto the window, I watched a wasp glide in and sit itself on the window frame.

Although it was only sat there minding its own business, a feeling of dread washed over me. Screams began to pour violently from my lungs and tears streamed down my cheeks. I jumped from the chair in desperation as the wasp turned to me and seemed to lunge at an amazing speed and started flying effortlessly across the room.

Meanwhile, my sister and her boyfriend sat calmly on the couch as if they didn't see me panicking right in front of their eyes.

Ha! Been a long time since I've recorded my dreams- honestly, I just got kind of lazy. >.>;

It's been ages since I've been here. xD I feel motivated once again to start recording my dreams.

[Fragment] Presentation
Tuesday 13th April 2010
Myself and a group of my college friends had to create a presentation regarding camouflage gear in sandy/grassy places.

I seated myself next to my friend who was looking rather worried. I don't quite remember what his problem was, but I placed a comforting hand on his arm and reassured him that everything was going to be alright. I looked away and withdrew my arm, but then I felt his hand on my arm, giving it a light squeeze.

[Fragment] Insult
Wednesday 14th April 2010

I had written a very sarcastic insult in my signature on a forum I frequent about a fellow member; I don't quite remember what it had said, but I remember the name of the member clearly.

I scrambled to delete it after I had realised I went too far.

you're still alive?

keep writing, you're ahead of me already~

Yep, I'm still alive...after another short hiatus. xD

Everything's been so hectic I've barely had a dream worth noting! And oooh! A new DJ system...*Goes to check it out*