I'll kick start things with my most recent recorded dream. Back on November 12th. Yikes. Anyways, copied vertibram from my Dream Journal. Also, as a note, most of the time names and backstories as just things I know in a dream, so the names below, unless explicitly mentioned by another character, are pretty much what dream-me calls them.
It begins with a simple car ride. I don't remeber where we were going, but that was the "main plot" before being captured. We were arrestted for speeding, but we couldn't argue. Especially me, who was carrying the Death Note Edge.
Before continuing, you should meet my companions. They have no names mentioned in dream, so I will name them based on their inspirations. First is the Boy, based on Beast Boy from Teen Titans. He can shape change and is an incurable jokester, and we spend alot of time helping each other. There is Graham, my only other friend inside the prison, who acts as my supporter. Next is Saint, who introduces the third plot. She resembles an old lady, and is a pessimist for the majority of the dream.
There are several more characters, and they will be introduced as necessary. As for me? In the dream, I was likely a girl - especially considering the third plot, yet prehaps not exclusively. In this dream, who I am is an nebulous concept.
We are driving. It is raining, and it leaves a soft pitter padder sound as it hits the window. We are going some where. I am desperate. Suddenly, I awaken. I check to see if I am dreaming. There is nothing. I look at the clock. 2:00 AM. Quickly I drift back to sleep. Now, we are captured.
The main hall of the prison is like a small, open courtyard - with the prisoners linning up outside a stone kiosk where we deposit our items, a lady at a computer takes our ID information, and a final guard gives us... a brochure for a Japenese resteraunt.
At this point, Miku, the only friend who knew I had the Death Note Edge, and I both come up with a plan. I will hide my Edge amougnst the brochures, and thus have it with me inside. I slip it in with a brochure, and act like I picked it up as part of the line. But before I can make it in, the Warden says "Good try. Now hand it over." Then I wake up. Even as I awake, I can hear the fading voices of my dream - at least until I look at the clock. 2:23 AM.
The Death Note Edge is similar to the Death Note in that any names written on it cause those people to die. The change here, however, was that there was no physical spot on the Edge to write on. Instead, it was only a frame with blood red symbols around it, and one had to carve the name mid-air in its center with their fingers.
I find myself in the jail. The entrance is bared and locked behind me. To my left is a stone wall that extends the length of the prison. To my right are about four, mass, open-air, and geometrically shaped prisons. Each one had a small fenced off area inside, and a central tower built only of walls and floors, but no roofs. The top was outside of my field of view. At this point I realised two things: one, I could not look up, and two, my left leg was broken. There was no pain, but I caused me to move slightly slowly.
The Boy and I move to our cell, at the far end of the prison. There we meet Graham and the other cellmates. Graham acts as defacto leader to the other prisoners, by virtue of his calm and mediating personality.
I accustom myself to the prison. The place was almost an entirely seperate world. The guards never came in, but the door to the main courtyard was left open. The only locked door was the one out of the place. Everyone had a silent agreement to never enter the enclosed area with in the cells. It was accepted that only bad things could happen. So, to pass the time, the Boy and I pass time in the statue yard shape changing into each other and the statues.
After a while, we realize that food will not be coming. Truely, we were abandoned. Thus, I took it upon myself to enter the enclosed space, so that prehaps we might find food or a way out.
The gate was wooden, and barely hinged on the stone wall. It opened easily, but with a loud groan. Inside were bones. Human bones. Piles of bones. All around, filling up the room. To the back, was a third enclosed space - but with no door this time. Out of this door came... a miniature bronchasaurus with blue, bug eyes. Then another. And then another. And then a fourth. Then, like a cat stalking its prey, they moved in formation towards me. I picked up a bone and called for help, then fended off a lunge from one of the creatures. At first, no one wanted to enter. I was only a few feet away, and everyone could see me fighting the creatures. I was getting desperate, when Graham suddenly joined the fray, clubbing one of the creatures. Suddenly, all the prisoners joined in and we mobbed the creatures.
2:40 AM. I preform my regular reality checks. Everything is in place, yet I still feel uneasy with my condition upon waking up. I promptly fall asleep again.
It is night. There are stars in the sky. The walls are illuminated by the fire light, as we cook the creatures. We are dancing and partying - everyone, in every cell is joining us. Graham and I sit a bit away from the others. I laugh and say "Its funny how much like a movie or book this is."
With the creatures gone, the base to the towers are open, and we take to sleeping in the towers. It is still night. The Boy and Graham are curled asleep on the third floor of the tower. But I can not rest. Things just don't feel right. I climb tot he fourth floor, and find I can't look to higher, yet I can climb higher. Once I travel further up, I find that I can travel easily between the towers. Prehaps we can escape this way?
Once I climb back to the third floor of one of the other towers, I meet Saint. She warns me against going higher than the third floor. "The fourth floor belongs to the Drugged Man. He has a lever that can drop the floor beneth you, and then he will claim it was an accident. If you go up there he will rape and kill you." Remembering how I could not see above the fourth floor, I decide not to travel there again.
I wake up, the voice of Saint still ringing in my ear. It is 3:01 AM.
Things... Things have gotten only weirder. We awaken to find the jail has changed into some sort of nearly abandoned art museum. For a change, there are guards on patrol. The Boy, Graham, and I start looking through some of the books on a shelf in the back. Then...
A man bursts in from one of the new hallways. He is wearing glasses, an undershirt, and some pants. Nothing else. He screams for help and grabs one of the guards by the shirt. But the guard can't even look at him. The guard's eyes spin wildly about the room, with drool spilling down his lips and his eyes colored red. The guard then touches the man, whose face breifly contorts in pain, but then begins the same crazed pattern of the guard. The guard then jerks his way over to a third person, and transforms them as well.
Suddenly there is a panic. Prisoners flee from the guards, and the Boy and Graham are no where to be seen. I know they can take care of themselves, and focus on escaping. Luckily, I can still shape change. I grow a pair of wings and fly over the heads of the madmen. I fly down the new hall and find a HUGE new room, built similar to the center of a large mall, with a large glass walkway crossing down the second level. Even here, people are fleeing the touch of madness. I avoid all contact, but can hear some of the madmen making strange sentences. I can't remeber them all, but the one I remeber most clearly was "Bring the bag to the Drugged Man!"
From my vantege point I can see an exit, along with a balding man desperately trying to make his way over there and escape from the tough of madness. I fly over to him, but my wings fail and I'm plopped on the floor. I limp over towards him, as he hides behind a pillar, watching as I try to outrace the crazy person tailing me. But I can't escape, and the woman grabs me. Surprizingly, I don't go mad, rather she calls and says "Help! Help! She has the master bag!" And the others being to shamble towards me. The balding man grins.
I wake up. 3:30 Am.
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