Things To Run Away From Really Fast!
...or Samael's Dream Journal.
I believe I've already established myself as a somewhat flaky individual who spends far too much time looking for wiki articles to link to, so let's jump straight in, shall we?
I love to discuss my dreams, and tear them apart to reveal their innards. This is all in fun, so please go ahead and leave a comment.
I briefly considered colour coding before realizing that I had no idea how nightmares would overlap with normal, semi-lucid, and lucid states. Most of my dreams are semi-lucid anyway. Almost all of my nightmares are. A typical scene:
"I'm dreaming; you can't hurt me."
"Yooouuu reeeeally thiiiink sooooo?"
"...you're creepy as fuck, you realize that?"
What follows is usually an epic battle to the death.
In its place, I have the Scariness Meter. Ratings go from 1 (flowers and rainbows and kittens) to 10 (I run out of the house and spend the rest of the night in a 24-hour fast food restaurant drinking terrible hot cocoa).
Edit: Dreams are now non-lucidsemilucidlucid
Quote:
Originally Posted by Recurring Characters
The Lunar God: Usually appears as an old man, doesn't seem to like me much. Tried to kill me at least once, may have accepted a truce. (00A, 19, 29, 34)
Johanna: Because I can't keep Mia Wasikowska and Jayne Wisener straight. Resembles both actresses, tends to appear as a friend and ally and occasional enemy. (19, 21, 49, 58)
Elaine: First showed up in June 2009. (4, 34)
Quote:
Originally Posted by Recurring Alternate Me's
Lucifer: started off as the actual fallen-angel ruler of hell. Has since evolved into an entirely different character: a personification of certain aspects I admire in the story. (00B, 4, 19, 31, 35, 43, 44, 54, 62)
Quote:
Originally Posted by Recurring Fictional Characters
Angel (31, 59)
Batgirl/Barbara Gordon (33, 35)
Batman/Bruce Wayne (26, 63)
Buffy (31)
Carlton Lassiter (2)
Castiel (33)
Dean Winchester (5, 8, 35, 39, 52)
Harry Potter (8, 50)
Jack O'Neill (35)
Joker (34)
Kate Beckett (27, 37)
Linkara (64)
Mac (The Dresden Files) (34)
Mazikeen (62)
Sam Carter (35, 42)
Sam Winchester (8, 39, 52)
Shawn Spencer (2, 36)
Quote:
Originally Posted by Recurring Actors/Celebrities
Eliza Dushku (44)
Jensen Ackles (27)
Johnny Depp (22, 36)
Misha Collins (48, 57, 62)
Robert Downey Jr. (36)
Quote:
Originally Posted by Recurring People
Ben: My brother. Bad driver. (9, 29, 32, 44, 59)
Mom: Occasionally has superpowers. (9, 44, 59)
Dad: Self-explanatory. (9, 59)
Quote:
Originally Posted by Recurring Places
Quickton: Nickname for the town I'm living in.
Ixburg: Nickname for my hometown.
Others: Halifax, Vancouver, Squamish.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Recurring Themes
Bright Blue Energy (49, 59, 62)
Orange Lighting (19, 27, 41)
My Own Neutral/Dark Energy (44, 62)
Zombies (43, 60)
Quote:
Originally Posted by DV Members
Walms, trying to find (46, 47, 51, 55, 60, 61)
Walms, actual appearances (47)
Loaf (63)
MoSH (63)
Serenity (63, 65)
Things to Run Away From Really Fast:
#00A: First Appearances. I need to get away, because something horrible is about to happen. First appearance of The Lunar God. 9.
#00B: Bureaucratic Hell. My name is Lucifer, and I'm busy. 3.
#1. The Other Mother. I talk to my mom about dream interpretation, but she turns out to be the monster from Coraline. 6.
#2. Doomed Underwater Research Stations. As Shawn Spencer, I argue with Lassiter about how to escape from a flooding underwater station. 3.
#3. High School Classmates Near Water. We're supposed to be swimming, but most of the group is just standing on the shore, crowded together in a circle. 2.
#4. The Narrator. The devil, Sam, curses Sleeping Beauty with infinite will, which backfires when she's faced with a runaway princess several years later. 2.
#5. Bad Fanfiction. As Dean Winchester, I try to find Sam Winchester, only to be thwarted by The Trickster in an alternate dimension. 2.
#6. Mental Institutions with Lax Security. A little girl tries to save her fellow patients, but may actually be the one committing the murders. 2.
#7. Allegiant Little Kids. I hang out with the Nostalgia Chick at my high school; kids throw rocks. 1.
#8. Pissed Off Teachers. As Harry Potter, I participate in a dueling tournament, repeatedly humiliating Snape. Fleur is impressed. 2.
#9. Family Vacations. My dad drives us through a potential horror movie. 2.
#10. Homicidal Robots. As Jubilee (X-Men), I sabotage the Sentinels in a shopping mall. 2.
#11. Third Person Narration. I have an extensive resume: spy, tomb raider, babysitter... 2.
#12. Voices Trying To Limit Your Dream Control. Water grounds my dream-powers and I almost make it to the moon. 2.
#13. Dream-Style Karate Tournaments. I almost forget my kata as I shift through one ridiculous costume after another. 3.5.
#14. Restaurants With Poor Customer Service. Also, Missiles. People fire me; people fire at me. 2.
#15. Hey, but I thought I was supposed to be the - Apparently, there's more than one devil. 2.
#16. Mortality. I'm a spectator to a previous life, in which I fatally wound my wife trying to protect her. 8.
#17. The Ninja Maid. I pose as maid service, and later blackmail an ambassador into an alliance. 2.
#18. Gravity Hack. I drift up a mountain and talk to a minotaur. 1.
#19. Alternate Perspective Disorientation. I'm the devil, I'm a driver, I'm an old lady, and Alice, and I'm talking to the Lunar God. 3.
#20. This is Your Church on Twitter. The best way to escape the clutches of the Catholic Church? Add a twitter feed to their webpage. 3.
#21. Nitwit Protagonists. My dream-avatar would like to solve the murder of her friend, who might not actually be dead yet. 3.
#22. Bible Camp. I go back in time and try not to get exorcized. I also meet Johnny Depp. Kind of. 2.
#23. Nitwit Protagonists Take 2. My protagonists bury the eggs of the monster they just destroyed. 3.
#24. Really Mad Hostages. I've been kidnapped. I attack him with a box-cutter. 3.
#25. Amestrian Conspiracies. I track down Edward Elric to warn him about a massive government conspiracy. Again. 2.
#26. Teletubbies are attacking the earth. 2.
#27. Skinwalkers. I'm a shapeshifter helping the police investigate my own disappearance. 2.
#28. Dude, Where's My Car? I remember my license plate number. 1.
#29. LG's Got a Gun. The Lunar God drops in and threatens to kill me. 4.5.
#30. City-Fusions. I'm driven through Quickton-Halifax by a crazy person, and we try to find a vegetarian restaurant. 1.
#31. Buffy, When You're Quite Possibly Evil Maybe. I get a bucket of holy water dumped on me. 2.
#32. Unconscious Desire to Move. Again. Now. Family Reunion, a plot to save "the farm". Random lucidity. 1.
#33. Familiar Places. BC tries to steal my digital photos and Castiel wants to go to Halifax. 1.
#34. Failed Interrogations. Why does the Lunar God want to kill me? 3.
#35. A Pirate's Life. You're trying to sell the combined forces of SG-1 and Lucifer into slavery? You should know better. 3.
#36. Demon Barbers, Malfunctioning Portals. Sweeney Todd chases me and I end up on an asteroid. 3.
#37. Murder Mysteries. Main character did it. 2.
#38. Witch Trials. I have to try really hard to not set this DC on fire. 2.
#39. Misogynists, Scientists, Doctors, Little Girls, Monsters, and Faeries. I run away from everything in the title. 2.
#40. Dream Games. We keep breaking the water balloons. 1.
#41. Bees. I run away from them and start jumping down stairwells. 3.
#42. Girlfriends, Dead People. I hang out with a dream-girlfriend and explore a spooky little town. 2.
#43. The Devil You Know. The devil helps out the survivors of the apocalypse. I get shot in the head. 2.
#44. I Am Legend. I kill people. In an alternate dimension, my brother is captured by vampires and my mom has superpowers. 5.
#45. Silence in the Library. The Compendium of All Human Knowledge needs a new Librarian. 2.
#46. Walmart. I try to find Walms in the parking lot. 1.
#47. Dream Goals. Three stories is too far to fall, and I give a pink rose to a pretty girl. 2.
#48. Soylent Green. A man is fed, alive and screaming, into a meat grinder. His son watches impassively. 3.5.
#49. Ghost Ship. I fight a boss battle using bright blue energy. Also, humanity isn't doing so well, post-apocalypse. 3.
#50. Oh, There Goes Gravity. An elementary school, Harry Potter, and PARKOUR! 2.
#51. Puddles. "Derek" thinks my teleportation abilities are lacking. 2.
#52. Lady Gaga. RUN AWAY! 2.
#53. Nail Polish. Do you have an appointment? 2.
#54. Riddles. I confuse "sleep-deprivation induced hallucinations" with "dreams". N/A.
#55. A CAT! Fragmented dreams include vampires, Star Wars, the Twin Towers, and random cat appearances. 3.
#56. Climbing Classes. Buildering on high school buildings. 1.
#57. Q&A. Unprofessional actor is unprofessional. 2.
#58. The Heist. Johanna and I attempt to rob an art gallery, and are thwarted when a little kid kills our catgirl. 3.
#59. The Hunt. Angel and I are tracked down by the Wild Hunt, led by the Faerie Queen Mab. 3.5
#60. Zombieland. Telekinesis + Zombies = Fun. 3.
#61. Penguins. I realize that being chased by mutant penguins isn't nearly as scary as I think it is. 3.
#62. Stray Little Devils. I try to avoid the minions/allies of another Lucifer. 2.
#63. College.I run into Loaf at an art school, and I manage to shapeshift for the first time. 2.
#64. Time Management. Six. Million. Pokemon. 2.
#65. Choosing Sides. Two southern men argue about the American Civil War. 2.
#66. The Last Unicorn. I'm an ex-unicorn version of Alice in Wonderland fleeing evil, brightly coloured birds.
#67. Girls. Sex dreams followed by aimless wanderings through broken cities.
#68. Welcome to the Jungle. Serenity's crew docks on a jungle planet. As Jayne, I have zany adventures. 3.
#69. Something Blue. I confront a monster, something I see as pure darkness trying to infect me. Unfortunately for it, I have the same power. 6.
#70. Spiral Staircases. I calmly jump into a thirty-story fall, down the center of a spiral staircase. 5.
#71. The Job Site. I run through a construction site and use dark-side force powers on an innocent guard. 2.
#72. Corporate Sabotage. Superpowered clones try to escape from their captors. I bring backup. Lots and lots of backup. 2.
#73. Fighting Fire. I fly around happily, and fight a witch who's trying to burn down a bulletin board. 2.
To be continued...
I survived Stonehenge Apocalypse and all I got were a bunch of lousy Robot Head macros.
@Hazel: Thanks. Finding that plushie was immensely disturbing. I actually woke up, wrote in my dream journal, threw on clothes, went to the dentist, and AH! WHAT THE HELL!? :shock:
@WakingNomad: And so, so very much fun.
@Walms: Now lets see about that dream-sharing thing. How long have we been on that?
@Serenity: Hi! Glad to be back!
@Requiem: And you know I'm always up for a fight!
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This is a long one, guys. Another warning: light romance between me and a fictional (male) character. Any Supernatural fans are likely to be annoyed.
Things to Run Away From Really Fast #74: Seven Minutes in Heaven
What greater weapon is there than to turn an enemy to your cause—to use their own knowledge against them?
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I'm browsing through the sale aisle at Bootlegger when I feel the temperature drop. Slowly, I place the t-shirt I was holding back on the rack, and reach out with my senses, feeling at the presence that appeared directly behind me. I can feel a stare burning into the back of my head, and I turn around, keeping my hands visible and obviously empty.
Standing there is a dark-haired man in a trench coat, staring at me without blinking. Aside from the creepiness factor, he doesn't appear to be a threat, but I can see beyond the physical. Cold light bleeds from his form, barely contained within his vessel, and I check my initial impulse to attack.
"Is there something I can help you with?" I ask, gesturing with my hands.
His expression doesn't change, though I notice a slight twitch of annoyance. "My name is Castiel. I'm an angel of the Lord." He says this tiredly, as if it's something he's had to recite a lot lately.
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Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure I've heard those words before. I'm still caught up in the feeling of deja vu when he says, "Luc, heaven has work for you."
The words jolt me back into the present. "Wait, what?" I say. "My name's Jack."
"Of course it is." says Castiel.
I calculate my chances of being able to control the holy fire I'm about to summon. Blue flames start to dance across my fingertips and my claws lengthen in response to my irritation.
A ball of pure kinetic force slams into my side, sending me flying through the glass store-window. I pick myself up from the ground and spin to face my attacker, a man I barely get a glance at before I'm dodging another kinetic missile.
The force slams through the back wall of the shop, sending people screaming for cover. I roll into a crouching position and pull all the glass around me into the air. I throw the broken glass and the shards fly like bullets toward the attacker. Before they've even hit, I'm sending a wave of holy fire at him.
The incompatible energy burns ice-cold, sucking the heat from my bones. I collapse, shaking, fighting for breath. I manage to raise my head to look at the wall of fire that's burning on its own, and decide that it'll probably hold off the angels long enough for me to escape.
A hand grips the back of my shirt and hauls me to my feet. I look up at Castiel and groan.
"Bit of a trigger-happy bodyguard?" I complain, leaning on the angel for support. "Was that Lucifer? It looked like Lucifer." I mutter.
Castiel actually rolls his eyes. "We should depart. It would be best to avoid him for now."
"Oh no." I say, stepping back from Castiel on still-wobbly legs. "I can't take any more of your light-based heavenly magics right now. I say we walk."
Castiel just looks around our flaming surroundings. The building will probably fall down on us any second now.
"Fine." I say, closing my eyes and bracing for more hypothermia. I feel Castiel touch my shoulder, and a sudden lurch, and I open my eyes. We're standing in a three-car garage; concrete floors, white walls. The weirdest thing? I feel completely fine.
"Guess I've found an angel I'm not allergic to." I say, "Where are we?"
"Heaven."
"What?"
Castiel doesn't have time to answer. Flames are appearing from nowhere, licking up through the concrete floor and burning it away. The flames explode outward in a spiral and I shield as best as I can, but I can feel them lick at me, burning cold.
I'm running toward the door to the house, stepping onto the tile floor and slamming the door shut behind me. There's an inch of space left, and the door won't stay shut.
Last time, it actually closed the whole way, a little voice reminds me, but Lucifer is on the other side of the door, twisting the doorknob and I pull against the door, holding it shut from the inside. Lucifer is pounding on the door, causing it to rattle in its frame. I'm worried he might actually knock it down.
Of course, the fact that he hasn't is a little insulting.
"You know, I am way better at being you." I mutter.
I look around for something to brace the door with. The garage opens directly into the kitchen. Metatron is walking through on the far side, behind the island.
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"Hey, Metatron! A little help here?" I say hopefully, still holding the door shut. It shudders against the onslaught.
Metatron looks down his nose at me. "Honestly, Luc, the lot of you are acting like children," he sneers, and continues on his way.
"My name is Jack!" I shout at his retreating back.
The feeling of ice water is creeping back into my veins. I shiver and lean against the doorframe for support, gripping the doorknob with my right hand. I hear shouting from the other side of the door and the noise is lessening. Lucifer's not trying to get in.
When Castiel appears beside me, the room seems to get a little warmer. I'm clutching at the lapels of his trench coat before I even realize what I'm doing. The cold is fading away, though, and I decide that it's worth the awkwardness.
"Is he gonna back off?" I grumble into Castiel's shoulder.
Castiel tentatively places his arms around me. "Raphael understands that we need your help. So long as you don't burn down any more buildings, I think you'll be fine." He pauses, considering. "If he finds out that you mistook him for Lucifer, though, he might try to kill you again."
"Raphael." I blink, pulling away. "That makes more sense."
"I also recommend that you remain close to me," Castiel says, "Heaven's defenses seem to have an adverse affect on you as you are now."
I shiver. "Fair point. Now what the hell is it you want me to do?"
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It turns out, the bright blue energy I've been playing with for the last few weeks has been wreaking havoc on Heaven's delicate ecosystem. For some strange, probably sinister reason, I'm the only one who can fix it.
Part of the living room has been torn away to reveal a crack in the dream-fabric. Blue electricity is spitting from the black chasm, and the angels in the room shy away from it every time it crackles. Castiel and I walk into the room without much fanfare, though the two angels hurry out as soon as we get there.
"Is there something I'm missing?" I wonder aloud.
"You need to absorb the Lux. We'll be able to repair the tears," says Castiel, pointedly not answering my question.
"So there is something I'm missing." I say, turning around to look at Castiel. "What happens to me if I do this?"
Castiel's face is deliberately expressionless. "You'll be able to withstand our defenses on your own for a time. Once we've repaired the tear, I'll return you to Earth and the Lux will fade away on its own."
I turn back to the tear, staring into the terrifying void, alive with crackling blue. It's breathtaking, in a way.
"Jack," he says, catching my elbow. I look back at him. "Please do this."
I smile and say, "I never could say no to you, Cas." It feels like I've said the words before.
Castiel pulls back like he's been burned, and I turn to the void, holding out a hand and bracing myself. I focus on the blue energy and pull -
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It's like crashing headfirst into a star. The whole world is alive - burning - and I can see. I can see everything. I can see blue, blue, bright, light blue, and it's trailing after every living thing in the universe. I don't know. I don't know what it is, but it's not light, not like Heaven, not like the power Readers have. It's deeper, more primal, and it wants nothing more than to be free -
My world explodes with blue light, and my bits and pieces of awareness are interrupted by the intense humming of the Lux in my veins. I'm vaguely aware of strong arms pulling me away from the hungry black tears in the dream-fabric, of clutching at the rough fabric of a coat, trying to hold on to something tangible, before I'm torn away from him and left to calm down.
The next thing I know, I'm in the kitchen. I'm sitting on a stool at the island, propping my elbows up on the granite countertop, resting my chin on my hands. Most of my attention is on the movie being projected on the wall across the room. I have a vague recollection of choosing Dogma just to be obstinate.
Castiel walks in from the living room, looking neither more or less rumpled than he usually does.
"How'd it go?" I ask.
"We were successful, thanks to you," he says. "How are you feeling?"
"Fine." I say, "Better than fine." I can still feel the Lux thrumming through my veins, offering me power beyond my wildest dreams.
As much as I might like Cas, he doesn't need to know that.
"We've done this before, haven't we?" I ask quietly.
Castiel looks away, and I catch his hand in mine. He meets my gaze, looking sad.
I let go of the breath I was holding. "Wish I could remember."
Our hands are still threaded together, and he squeezes my hand, says, "Let me take you home."
And we're standing at the center of an empty city square, bathed in orange under the afternoon sun. The cobblestones are warm beneath my feet, and the air is dry and still. Castiel and I are holding hands, and when I look up at him, my breath catches in my throat.
"We'll just do the same thing, Cas, over and over again. You know that."
"It has to be this way."
"It doesn't." I insist, but Castiel is already letting go of my hands.
"I'm sorry, Jack." He raises two fingers to my forehead, preparing to erase my memories.
My force push sends him flying through a brick wall. Dust and mortar fly everywhere and the angel collapses in a heap. The rest of the wall falls in on him.
I'm standing with my palms outstretched, panting. I let my hands fall to my sides, and watch silver-white light leak from the pile of stones. I don't have much time.
I flee the square, running over the cobblestones and heading toward the cliff overlooking the rest of the city. I don't slow down; I leap from the cliff and focus on the rooftops hurtling toward me.
As I land, I blanket this section of the city with my black and red aura, sending my awareness out in all directions until only the blue-white energy is left. I can feel the pull to a place only I can find, and I close my eyes and let myself drift toward Lux.
Seven Minutes in Heaven. Scare Factor: 3.