Cami
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On the moon with an intense desire to go beyond a ridge, than another, jus kept walking and walking. I knew it was Io because everything was yellow, orange and rust colored. I could never be satisfied with where I got to and just kept on going. Ridge after ridge. After days of just walking, not getting tired or having to eat or drink I decided to go somewhere else. I ended up on a floating dock over a sea with a glittering bubble encasing it. It had its own aura. The floor and walls of the village were as transparent as glass but felt like stone to me. I seemed to be a ghost to them, half way there, half way not. But none of them seemed concerned. I was brought below to a man named D’eroc’ He was the leader of this place. The inhabitants of the place (sorry didn’t catch the name) were all dressed in matching sand colored clothes, either robes or trousers and tunics, and the only variation were heavily and colorfully embroidered collars, cuffs, and belts that they wore. They had pale, almost bluish skin, with colors varying from the normal blond, ginger, brown, and black to dyed bits of blue, green, orange, and metallic and other jewel tones. D’eroc’ Looked more worn and aged than any of the others and his hair was straight and black and went to shoulders. His arraignment was trimmed with red and gold embroidery as well as a large grey and white speckled stone pinned over his belt that held it in place. I stayed for several hours and just wandered around but didn’t talk to anyone, at least not really. They would introduce themselves as ‘Tred’undin’ or ‘star-people’ and possible “Tred’ninor” which being interpreted is “Starchild” When I asked where they were from they would point the same direction up, when I asked why they were here their faces would sadden and a few it offended outright, but the rest would just cease responding to me, emotionally or otherwise. I must have spoken to a hundred different Tred’undin, but they would never get past that last question of Why they were there. I stayed on my own for the night and when It was dark and the stars were out I went to a room where it was open to the water below, somehow I managed to anger a Lobster the size of a car and dirt brown in color, covered in barnacles and other parasites. I ran, but before I could leave the room Eight Tred’undin’ came running through and told me to stand still. They threw some food down the pool hole and the Lobster called “Drast’in’ ” left. I turned to thank them but they were gone. . . Then I woke up. I remember some singing at some point but can’t remember when or where I heard it.
Weird dream, and first one at this place