Thread: SilverWolf: Into the Depths of Dreamland

Yikes! Disturbing dream! So is this Warbringer guy a real entity? If he is, someone needs to kick his ass! Either WarriorTiger and/or you should have that pleasure!

War Games II: Death of a Hero.
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November 4, 2009
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I was hoping to never see War-Bringer again but he keeps showing up in my dreams lately. He also changes mine or brings me to his dreams. It is getting kinda annoying.
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I was in the woods. My face itched where the elf’s hands had been. I looked around. I was on a cliff overlooking a battlefield. No one could see me within the trees. I slowly backed away and bumped into a horse. I quickly spun around to see War-Bringer. “I know you could not stay away for too long, love.” He smiled at me. “Have you comeback for some more fun?”
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“No.” I said. “I want to go back. Go away!” I stopped off away from the edge of the cliff deeper into the woods.
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“You will not find anything in that direction.” He stated matter of factually.
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I ignored him and keeping going. He rode behind me quietly. I peaked back and saw he was grinning. I kept walking. We crossed a stream and went over a few hills. Eventually I found a path. I turned left and followed it. He was still behind me quietly riding, still with that stupid grin. I heard a noise coming from ahead of us. I ran to get their faster. The path stopped at a think row of thorns. I jumped trying to see what was on the other side, they were too tall. I dove though them tearing up my clothing.
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I fell straight into a battlefield. I ducked as a horse leaped over me. It was War-Bringer. “It’s a small world, isn’t it?” He said sarcastically. I tried to respond but was interrupted by a sword coming at my head. Suddenly I was knocked down. I looked up to see War-Bringer blocking the strike. He lunged with his broadsword slicing the man who attacked me in half.
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“If you are joining the festivities, you should have a weapon.” He informed me. Duh! I thought. “Here!” he covered my eyes with his hands. I struggled not wanting to be blinded in the middle of a battle even if I couldn’t fight. He released me.
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I was back in my all black armor complete with weapons. I pulled out a dagger and threw it at him. He dropped to the ground; dagger missing him and hitting the rather large man with and axe behind him. It didn’t kill him, but it at least distracted him long enough for War-Bringer to swing his broadsword again. We fought whoever came at us for a while. War-Bringer looked like he was having fun. I was just trying to survive. Just when I thought I couldn’t swing my short swords one more time; the number of moving men on the field was very few.
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War-Bringer turned to me. “Was that not fun?” I glared at him. “Oh, relax.” He said. “It’s just a bit of fun.”
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“You call this FUN?!” I screamed at him. “This is NOT FUN!” I charged at him. He seemed stunted that I would even dare then smirked. He disarmed me quickly but not after running me through with his long sword. The pain I felt made me not want to live anymore. He pulled it back out.
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“You know, when you die on my field. You die in real life.”
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“No you don’t.” I choked out, I could taste the blood I my mouth. “It’s just a dream. My dream body dies, but not my real one.”
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“Not in my dream!” He tried to convince me. “You feel the pain don’t you? It feels real doesn’t it?” I felt the compulsion to agree, the same one that I had felt the last time. Like everyone was watching me, waiting for me to agree.
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“No!” I did feel the pain, it did feel real. I just didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
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He shook his head. “You have a weakness; one just has to dig very deep to find it.” He stated. “It will be interesting.” He chuckled. “The death of a hero.” I heard him whisper as he ran me through again, this time turning the blade upwards to pierce my lungs. The last thing I remember thinking was, but I’m not a hero.
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Then there was only blackness. I moved onto a different dream.

Ok... Someone should really post that guy's head on a pike! Since I can initiate shared dreams, I should go grab WarriorTiger and then find this asshole so she can run her sword right through his favorite part! Just reading the past two dreams has made me want to kick his ass!

I'm totally down for that!!!!

Oh, and SilverWolf? You can block pain in your dream if you just focus on blocking it. Like say, "This is a dream. I feel no pain." in a firm, authoratative way. You can will the pain away.

Originally Posted by Raven Knight

Ok... Someone should really post that guy's head on a pike! Since I can initiate shared dreams, I should go grab WarriorTiger and then find this asshole so she can run her sword right through his favorite part! Just reading the past two dreams has made me want to kick his ass!

:cracks knuckles:

<o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com<img src=" images="" smilies="" shocked.gif="" border="0" alt="" title="<img src=" smilieid="2" class="inlineimg"></o:smarttagtype>Swimming in Winter
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November 5, 2009
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This was the result of another non lucid nap. I’m starting to think I shouldn’t try to take naps anymore.
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I walked up to a pool it was surrounded by snow and ice. I left a trail of footprints as I walked up to it. It was strange, my feet were bare but I didn’t feel the cold. It felt cold, like in a room with the ac too high. I was in a summer dress and no shoes; I should have been much colder. When I got to the edge I striped and dove in. The water was warm, like a bath. I swam. It was a very big pool.
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There was a swim up bar in the middle. I went towards it and crawled over the bar to the middle where it was dry. It had a small roof so though cold there was not snow inside. I started making drinks. My stepsisters swam up. They didn’t look like them and had different names but somehow I know they where my stepsisters. I gave them drinks. We laughed and joked around. Then their younger half brother swam up. He had a beautiful woman with him. She was in a black tank top with something written on it in shinny letting, and a blue camo bikini bottom with the ties on the sides. The others swam away.
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The water had frozen on her hair and it looked like little crystals threaded in her long curly black hair. I brushed a strand of hair out of her face; her eyes were grey-blue. She tugged at my arm. I crawled back over the bar and into the water. She bushed my face with her hand, then her hand caressed down my neck. I leaned into the touch as her hand reached my breast. She leaned in and kissed me passionately.
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Spoiler for Naughty Stuff- Semi-graphic:

Our bodies slammed together in a hot embrace. We were kissing groping, neither one of us could stop, trying to touch and feel everything. I got annoyed with her clothing. I tugged her shirt over her head. I lifted her up onto the bar and sat on a barstool in front of her. She wrapped her legs around me. I untied her bikini bottom and shoved it out of the way. All of a sudden we had switched places. I could feel the cold smooth wood on my back. She was on top of me and there was very little thinking going on in my head. She kissed down my stomach, a hand coming up to reach my breast. My breathing stopped as she reached her intended goal. I flailed my hand around on the bar looking for something to hold on to. My left hand tangled my fingers in her long hair pulling her closer. She didn’t seem to mind.
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I was just about to use her hair to pull her back up to me so I could kiss her, when I herd my cell phone go off. Where the *uck is it and who the *uck is calling me, I thought angrily. My plan was to find the annoying phone and chuck it as hard as I could into the water. I finally found it. I flipped it open to see who was calling me but I couldn’t read the screen. She was doing some very interesting things down there. I held it up to my ear. “Hello,” I managed breathlessly. It was my mother, she was talking but I couldn’t focus on anything she was saying.
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The dark haired woman flicked her tongue over a very sensitive spot. I tried to hold the phone as far away from me as I could so my mother wouldn’t hear the noise that I couldn’t help making.

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Suddenly I felt a heavy blow to my stomach. “Ow!” I exclaimed sitting up in bed.
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“What?” my mom said.
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“Oh, ah,” I shoved Lacey off of me. “The dog jumped on <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">me.</st1:place></st1:state>” I had somehow answered the phone while I was asleep. “What were we talking about?” my mom didn’t seem to notice anything strange.
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Warrior Tiger thinks the dark hared woman is War-Bringer because of how much they look alike. I just know that I’m tired of playing his games if it is I give my blessings to those who want to fight him. Just don’t let him win.

Little House in the Woods V: Hot Chocolate and Pixy Wants to be in a Play?
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November 7, 2009
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I was curled up in a comfy chair by the fire in the living room kitchen area in the cottage. I had a cup of coco (including the little marshmallows ). I was staring into the fire thinking about War-Bringer. I didn’t want to see him again. I didn’t know completely how to stop it though. I knew I was safe here and on the moon. I had only been to the moon once though, and I couldn’t always be at the cottage in my dreams. I have so many dreams where I can’t control where I am. I sighed. This was gonging to take a while.
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I was hoping someone would come to visit. We had planed on it before we went to sleep. They would come and have some tea, then go looking for War-Bringer. I wasn’t too sure how I felt about that. I didn’t want him to know any of my friends. Didn’t want him to hurt them, I also didn’t want him to still be around. I knew Warrior Tiger would have fun playing his game though. She would be the one to play with him as he plays with others, I thought.
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Pixy came around the chair. “Where have you been?! Leaving me everything to do! Ha! I should quit!”
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I laughed. “Then quit. I don’t hold you here against your will.”
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She frowned. “I know! That was for dramatic effect!” I raised an eyebrow.
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“Dramatic effect?”
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“Yep! I’m hoping someone will cast me in a play if I work on my acting enough.” I just stared at her. “Well it’s not entirely acting. You have been gone and we do still have a lot to do.”
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“Like what! It’s my dream I can do what I want.” I sulked like a child. “Everyone always sees me working when they come by. I’m declaring this my night off. Maybe then I will actually get some rest.”
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She shook her head. “You told me not to tell you what your goal is in case it wasn’t really you; so you can’t fool me into telling.” She stuck her tongue out at me. “Besides, it’s your dream body so your real one is getting rest. So really you just want to be lazy.” She looked like she had enough of talking to me and went to go play with something in the corner; leaving me trying to look like I was in deep thought.
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It wasn’t working because I kept fidgeting. I sighed and gave up. Hopefully my friends could find me later; I teleported off to a different dream.

Originally Posted by SilverWolf

I was staring into the fire thinking about War-Bringer.

Try not to think of him. It will only result in accidentally summoning him. Since he talks about it being his dream, he may be a nightstalker. The next time you see him order him out of your dream and say he does not have permission to dream with you. That works with nightstalkers.

Originally Posted by SilverWolf

They would come and have some tea, then go looking for War-Bringer. I wasn’t too sure how I felt about that. I didn’t want him to know any of my friends. Didn’t want him to hurt them, I also didn’t want him to still be around. I knew Warrior Tiger would have fun playing his game though. She would be the one to play with him as he plays with others, I thought.

You don't have to worry about me. I eat losers like this for my dream breakfast! And Allison seems pretty self sufficient, too. Just remember, your physical body can't be hurt by a dream. Yes. A game. A hunting party. Right now I have volunteers: WarriorTiger, Nomad, and me. Sounds like fun.

Yaay! I am going to be in a play with Pixy. I am an actor. Imagine how awesome seeing a play would be in a dream. We can do all kinds of magic and summon characters and beasts, instantly change the setting.

<o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com<img src=" images="" smilies="" shocked.gif="" border="0" alt="" title="<img src=" smilieid="2" class="inlineimg"></o:smarttagtype>War Games III: Endgame or it's Nice to Meet Death
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November 7, 2009
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This one is really long it took me forever to write it down and the longer I think about it the more details I loose .
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I was at the cottage, in the back garden. It was nice out. It felt like the beginning of autumn. Still warm but with a slight breeze to keep it cool, no sign of the leaves changing yet. That made me sad; it was my favorite part of having seasons. I felt like I didn’t appreciate it when I lived in a place that had more than two seasons; very hot and not so hot. I was picking green beans. I saw in the corner of my eye ‘you have successfully harvested green beans’ (just like oblivion). I laughed, I was dreaming.
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I was just about to take by full basket into the house, when I herd a man clear his throat behind me. “Excuse me, mistress.” I froze. It was War-Bringer’s voice. I was scared but I was also pissed. THIS, I thought, is MY DREAM! I summoned a poisoned dagger. I wouldn’t want this to be pleasant for him. ()
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“I’m not playing your game, anymore.” I stated turning to face him. “So I suggest you leave. I don’t need my friends to kill you. You’re in the wrong dream and you aren’t wanted.” During my little speech he had put his hands up like he was surrendering and slowly backed up. Fool move, I thought and lunged aiming my dagger at his throat. He teleported behind me grabbing me by the waist and holding my arms at my sides.
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“Don’t be so blinded by anger.” He whispered in my ear. “It does not suit a Lady as beautiful as you.” He let me go still standing wary least I try to kill him again.
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He sounded like War-Bringer; he moved like War-Bringer, he looked like… I looked into his dark eyes. Wait. Dark eyes? War-Bringer had silvery blue eyes. There was also a scar by his left eye, his hair was shorter and more wavy less curly; big differences. War-Bringer had been flawless. I could see him relaxing as I was starting to believe him. Then tense when I shook my head in refusal.
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“You look like War-Bringer!” I accused.
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“Or does War-Bringer look like me?” he answered. I scowled at him, but thought of the scar. War-Bringer wouldn’t want an imperfection. He was the all beautiful and all powerful ruler of his own game; or at least that was what he wanted everyone to think.
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“Then who are you?”
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“Just don’t be upset with the answer.” He told me. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
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“I am a Death-Bringer.”
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“Get out! I interrupted him. I was behind him now shoving his back, pushing him to the gate. “I don’t want to hear it. I want you to go ‘way!”
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“But I’m NOT WAR-BRINGER” I finished shoving him through the gate and slammed it shut. I crossed my arms and glared at him.
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I must look ridiculous, I though in my head. The gate only came to about his waist. It would hardly keep him out. “Yep!” I heard the low voice in my head agree. “Very, very silly. Silly little puppy!” She laughed. I flung my arms down and stomped my foot (Yes, very mature, I know ).
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“Well, I’m glad I amuse you!” I thought I thought.
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“I never said you did.” The man in front of me answered.
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“Whops I said that out loud.”
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He gave me a quizzical glance. Then smirked (It was a very good look on him ). “Does this mean you will listen to me when you are finished arguing with yourself?” He looked hopeful.
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“Ah!” I exclaimed throwing up my arms. “You both can leave me alone!” He raised an eyebrow. I turned and stalked back into the house, grabbing the basket on my way, muttering about dumb old wolves and stupid boy’s who play dumb games. I went into the kitchen and started making tea. I turned and noticed that he had followed me. I glowered at him again. I imagined myself like a cartoon character with a dark cloud over my head complete with raindrops.
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“Someone will not be happy when they have to clean that up later” he stated pointing to the trail of water I was leaving in my wake. I glared. He was looking around the kitchen. I glared some more. He picked up a note that was left on the table and looked up at me. “Who’s Nomad?” I glared and snatched it away.
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‘Off with Nomad! wink, wink. Be home sometime. Hope you don’t miss <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">me.</st1:state></st1:place>” was written in Pixy’s neat handwriting.
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“You don’t need to know!” I informed him.
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Missing time.
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I was sitting at the table with a nice hot cup of tea. I look a sip. Mmmm. Vanilla raspberry. He was sitting across from me the Bringer of Death. He was eating something. I don’t remember what I had given him. He finished and smiled at me. “Are you calm enough to let me finish. It is very important. If you leave again, I’ll still be here when you get back. I can not leave until I tell you!”
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“Fine!” I sighed.
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“Maybe it would be better if I just showed you…” He sounded like he was talking out loud. “Let’s take a walk.”
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“Uh, ok.” I said. I waved my hand over the table the dishes, they disappeared. Still dreaming. He offered his arm. I spun like a sim and changed into a renaissance style dress. With a small nod of my head I took his arm. We went through the front door and out to a small garden path lined with flowers. The path split and we took the one that went around to the back garden. There was fish pond with koi. (I thought that was cool. Dream fish. Do fish dream?) The path spit again at the back gate. We followed the one that went towards the stream.
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Over the hill I stopped dead in my tracts. There was an army, an ARMY, camped out on the other side of the stream. Well what used to be the stream. It was now a river, complete with stone bridge that looked wide enough fore one lane of cart or car traffic.
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“No!” I said firmly. “This is mine. My house, my dream, so go destroy someone else’s forest. No. No. No. No. NO!” at the last part I covered my eyes and shook my head. He stared laughing. I peaked through my fingers at him. He pointed down to the camp. Where everyone was looking confused at to why two thirds of the camp had disappeared suddenly.
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“I guess you have the power of positive thinking.” He finally got out between his laughter. I didn’t see what was so funny.
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“So what I have been trying all day, or is it night, never mind. I’ve be trying to tell you that you won!” He declared as if it was supposed to mean something to me.
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“Yey?” I said unenthusiastically.
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He chuckled at that. “The Game.,” He explained. “You won The Game of War-Bringers.”
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I stared at him. “And?”
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“It means we are your army now. War-…”
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“I don’t want an army!” I interrupted yet again.
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“Too bad. As I was saying, War-Bringer bound the army to the winner of The Game. He always thought it would be him so he was as surprised as us when we all ended up here today, night, never mind.”
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“So where did the people that teleported away go?”
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He shrugged. “They were not Dreamers. Think of them like extra’s.”
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“And all of you are real people?” I asked shocked.
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“Well,” he said hesitantly. “We are Dreamers. I do not know if I would consider all of them, down their, as people.”
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I rolled my eyes. “Whatever! How do I get rid of you?” I asked impatiently.
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“You free us.” He shrugged. I walked to the bridge, when I reached the other end I stopped, waiting for everyone’s attention.
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“You are Free!” I told them. “Now get the hell out of my dreams!” several teleported away, someone had opened a portal that most of the others were using. I was then left with about ten. “What you don’t have anything better to do!” I accused them.
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“Um, they are with <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">me.</st1:place></st1:state>” he said as he came to stand next to me. I tried to raise my eyebrow at him. I didn’t feel like it worked very well. “They are my pack.” “What are you like…”
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“Wolves.” He finished for me.
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“…or something.” I finished lamely.
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He smirked. “You’re one to talk.”
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We went inside. I curled up in my chair by the fire. Several members of the pack were in the kitchen feasting and making a ruckus. He sat in the chair opposite me. There was a female red wolf curled up at his feet. Someone came over to hand her a plate of food. She morphed back into her human form. She had long red hair and a pendent that read ‘foxy’. She was very beautiful. She somehow reminded me of Pixy.
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I watched the flames. I was loosing the dream. He came and knelt before me grabbing my hands. “Just focus a little longer. I have much to tell you.” I don’t remember much detail after that. I know he is the alpha of his pack. He didn’t want to leave; he said that he, and his pack, would protect me. That he was sorry for any death he brought my way but I should be used to it. (Allison is also a bringer of death. Most people will have someone they know die after befriending her.) That we would talk more in later dreams but that they would go back to the encampment and make that their home. If anyone wanted to find them it would be there. I tried to ask his name but I couldn’t hold onto the dream long enough.

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

Fighting War-Bringer

A man on a war horse on a hill. Taunt.

Raven is petting a little cat in her arms. Raven, Queen of Night.

War-Bringer turns his arms into many weapons.

I ride on the Juarcycle. Pixy is on back. Vine tendrils, yank him off his horse.

Raven summons lightning, and laughs maniacally.

step off Juarcycle, and turn my arms into blades. I impale him, and turn him inside out. I make his spark the center of a lemniscate, and make him feel all the pain he has caused.

I shoot tentacles out of my hands, and begin a hammer toss. He breaks free. Raven slices him in half.

Spike appears and punches him in the face with a spiked glove, then drains his energy.

A giant hammer appears and pounds him into the ground. Sarnox.

Pixy makes a tree grow over him to absorb his energy as he ponders for a long long time.

You won the game. I guess that means War-Bringer won't be back. I'm curious... do you think it has anything to do with the fact War-Bringer is all tied up with no energy to go anywhere with?

I think that might have something to do with it.

Wow. So amazing.

Originally Posted by WakingNomad

Wow. So amazing.

How so? I think it's interesting. I guess, I just want to know What you find amazing.

Originally Posted by SilverWolf

How so? I think it's interesting. I guess, I just want to know What you find amazing.

I think it's amazing that you became Lord of the War-Wolves. Also, I keeps seeing you in my dreams as a witch riding a wolf. One time you were a tiny little gnome witch riding a wolf-cub. That is amazing. I have a lot of DJ'ing to catch up on.

I think it's amazing that Pixy left a note saying she was with me.

It's amazing how this plot continues. It's amazing how we are all connected in some great story that we are collectively writing in the dream plane.

You are an amazing writer. I love reading your dreams. Thanks for sharing.

Just to let anyone who is reading this dream journal that I will not be posting for a while. I have been so busy with life that I don’t remember my dreams anymore and if I do I don’t have time to write them down. I will be busy moving so I don’t think that will change. The good news is that from this journal I have been given inspiration to start writing again. Thank you all for that. You will all still be welcome to stop by the cottage anytime for some lucid-tea or to take the wolf pack out for an adventure. (Maybe they will stop bothering me. lol) I will be back as soon as I am able.



Silver Wolf.

aw!

I'll see you in dreams!

I had a dream about you.

your dreams are very interesting could you become my mentor? you seem very experienced with LD. that wolf dream if you go to my Dream journal you will see i had a dream like it.
which is weird because my dream guide is a wolf.

i would be happy to have a shared dream that way i could have some one tell me i was dreaming so i could be lucid. i only have one wolf in my dreams a whole pack would be great

silverwolf you have inspired me to work harder in attaining lucidity to gain my own wolf pack

In your dream Little Red Ridding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf was the salt like something to do with supernatural? How they put salt on the ground?

Originally Posted by dream wolf

In your dream Little Red Ridding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf was the salt like something to do with supernatural? How they put salt on the ground?

The circle of salt in the dream is a circle of protection. I always have three, a magic number for me. Salt is also used for protection and to keep evil out. So because it keeps evil out, the wolf is not evil even though it scared me. It was one of my more frightening dreams not for the content but for some reason it really scared me.

Now I’m Hungry! Or Why am I Dreaming of McDonalds?

January 20, 2010

I have returned! Well sort of… this is one of the dreams that I actually remember. It’s been hard for me recently. I was not lucid for this short dream til the end and even then I didn’t have much control.

I was thinking it would be really tasty to have a hamburger and McDonalds was the only thing I could afford. I was suddenly in a McDonalds but it didn’t really look right. I thought it was strange but shrugged it off. I was in a really long line but it didn’t seem to take any time til I was at the front of it.

There was a woman with dark hair and a clipboard that was electronic. She said I had to give her my order. I didn’t want to but she insisted. I asked for two hamburgers off the dollar menu, some frys and cookies. (I was hungry apparently) She said ok and I tried to tell her that I didn’t want onions but she ignored me taking the person's behind me order.

I was shoved to the counter to pay but it was too tall and looked like gray marble. I tried to tell the dirty blond girl behind the register that I didn’t want onions but she didn’t pay attention to me either. She flipped her long two-toned bangs out of her face and blew a bubble with her gum as she slowly drawled the total for me to pay. She looked bored.

I pulled my debit card from my pocket and handed it to her. She swiped and then glared at me. "I can’t take that!" she snapped at me upset that she actually had to work. I demanded to know why. She pointed to the small crack at the bottom of the card. (It’s the same one I have in my card IRL. I get a new one soon so I just keep using it. I have never had a problem with it scanning though.)

"So? It still works." I tried to convince her. She kept shaking her head and saying she couldn’t accept a card that damaged. "You can barley see it!" I yelled at her. She just shrugged and threw it in the trash when I reached for it.

I had had enough and launched myself across the counter aiming for her throat. I don’t know if I changed to Silver Wolf or not it was very fuzzy as my mom banged on my door and I woke.