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    1. Shapeshiftings problems

      by , 03-04-2016 at 10:01 PM (Here be dragons)
      I'm in a group, a ragtag bunch of misfits; All of them can shapeshift into various animals. We're squatting a old cinema, but a shadowing, bad organisation attack. We flee on the roof, a wonderful creation of braided green glass, very instable but lovely. We climb down and jump in a car, driving away at top speed. We go through a snowy, very picturesque lanscape. I can't really enjoy it, as I'm the one driving. We reach a industrial dictrict and try to hide in a warehouse, but we're tracked down by a snake woman, tall and covered in golden, shimering scales. Only part of the group manage to flee, and we hole up in the back of a warehouse. A man enters, small in stature, wearing glasses, balding with a small, neat beard. He carries wih him a incredebly heavy atmosphere of dread and evil, and we cower, unable to stand up against him, until one of us, a shy bird shifter, suddnetly snaps and grab a piece of lumber, clubbing the man to get him to flee. He tells him, "do you think you can conquer us, bitch?!" while wailing on him. The evil man flees, vowing to return.
    2. See the devil, speak the devil, hear the devil.

      by , 02-29-2016 at 10:11 PM (Here be dragons)
      I'm in a nodescript house, sitting at the kitchen table with another girl and her mother. They're talking while prepping diner. I'm not really helping, mostly I listen to their chatter and the sound of cooking. The room is sunny, with long rays of lights cutting the walls.
      The night falls, and we're in a park, under the streets lamps. There's a man with us, with short brown hair and a pāle, blandly handsome face. He's talking to the mother, very close to her. The girl is frightened, hiding behind me.
      Her mother disappears and the street lamp over him goes out. He laughs and introduces himself as Lucifer. He moves for the girl, but I take her arms and run. We go from light to light, until I have enough and pull a knife. We turn around and the girl grabs the man.
      Spoiler for don't fear the devil:
    3. The Sketching Man

      by , 12-12-2015 at 10:13 PM (Here be dragons)
      Couldn't manage to write down annything this week, my days were starting up too early.
      So of course last night was three entries worth of dreams

      I'm in a appartement, it's pretty well lit but blandly decorated, with generic furnitures. I'm not alone; there's some peculiar people here.
      There's a older gentleman with brushed back silver hairs and a shifty face with deep wringles and deep-seated eyes, carrying a sketching pad and a mechanical pencil. He sits at a table close to some windows, sulking around the rest of the group and doodling.
      There's my sister, sitting cross-legged on a beige carpet, playing with her dog and blissfully obvious to the world*. It's really cute.
      And there two Middle-Earth dwarves, Fili and Kili, in road-wary armour and travel clothes. I'm hanging out with them, asking a lot of pretty inquisitives questions about dwarven custom and physiology. They're laughing a lot, and telling me load of outrageous bullshit so I laugh too. We're sitting on a bed next to the appartement door. Well, me and Fili are sitting; Kili is longing between us, taking up a lot of space; dwarves are short but broad in the shoulder and thick in the chest. I lean over Kili to playfully punch his brother over some joke and I have to almost climb over him, that's how barrel-chested he is. I'm suddently very close to their face, and I realise that their eyes are stranges: their pupilles are shaped like four-leafed clover, with a thin lining of gold and green.
      I get up and walk to the table to pick up a glass of water and the doodling man asks me to stay still for a moment. I'm uneasy but don't find a way to weasle my way out of it so I humor him. He get more and more pressing and I wake up.

      *My sister only sees her dog on christmas, because she had to give him to our grand-mother went she moved out for her studies. She breaks down everytime and totes him around like plushie all evening. The pup loves it.

      Updated 12-12-2015 at 10:32 PM by 88858

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    4. Thanksgiving mishaps

      by , 11-29-2015 at 06:19 PM (Here be dragons)
      A flying dream. Haven't had one of those in a while.

      I'm flying in a overcast sky, with green rolling hills under me. I'm flapping my arms but it feels wrong and clumsy. Slowly it's like my joints move and change, and I feels like my arms turned to wings, and I can feels the movement of the new joints and muscles, I soar up again, lifted by the wind. I reach a house on a bigger hill, with a circonvoluted garden full of nooks and cranies and tiny ponds and waterfalls. It starts raining and I fly inside before my wings turn back to arms. There's friends of mine in there, and I meet up with them. The house is old and musty, strangely elongated with narrow corridor but very high ceiling and windows. We have to swich in light as the outside is dark with the storm. The wooden floor creaks. The rain stops, and we go out to steal something from a bad man. We go inside his tower and climb inside a lift. The bad man sabordage it and it start to fall. I crawl out of it to reach a button that will stop the fall, and as I reach it I tell my friend to jump to cushion the fall. I slam the button and feel the pecuniar sensation in the pit of my stomach that happen when a lift stop suddently, and I'm lifted of the ground for a second. My friends and me run out, fightinh our way through bad guys. I'm carrying a hammer, but my blow are so weak I can't seem to hurt my opponent, and my friends have to save me a couple of time. I reach the bad man owning the place and jump on his back.
      Spoiler for stop! hammertime:

      After that we go in a restaurant and we are served a big roasted turkey. I get some breast, golden crispy skin, juicy with meat over thin ribs bones. I bite through it, bones and all. It's hot, juicy, savory and salty. I have no trouble eating the bones; it had a nice crunch to it and a lot of flavor. The meat itself is melt in your mouth tender.
    5. I which I'm a crime-fighting Charlotte "Lottie" La Bouff

      by , 09-23-2015 at 01:27 PM (Here be dragons)
      Didn't do a proper WBTB due to my comfy bed. Bad bed, no blanket for you. Tonight I'm drinking a big glass of water before crashing in, that'll make me get up

      I'm in a brothel that is in a small castle/manor, everything is in perfectly restored and look brand new rather that antique. The period is Louis XIV, very intricate and lovely, if overbearing, the saving grace being that everything save for the sparse furniture is in very light, delicate color, pastel blue, pink and orange, with long windows covered in veils. It's dark outside, probably at night, but I can see the flash of car light from time to time. The employees of this fine etablissement are all wearing period clothes, it's gorgeous. The owner is in a pale blue dress that span for at least 3 meter on each side of her, with a powdered wig full of ringlets. She is not paying any attention to me, probably becaue she's very flushered about the arriving of a man she call "the king" and about the girls she want prepped for him. I'm wary of this man, and my feeling are comfirmed when a man in tight and a pale golden valet uniform ask her want's going to happen if one of the girl started denying him or being mouthy. She tells him with a mix of coldness and incaring-ness "There will be a bit of a beating for the bitch, even if it's not dinking night."
      I suddently know that I'm infiltrated here, probably to dismantle this brothel, but I need to protect the girls. I walk in the room they are prepping for the king, with is very large with a hight celling and a lovely embroidered cloth wallpaper in a arious soft hues of green, the same cloth used for the bed canopy and sheet the armchairs. I ask the girl present to give me a dress. She show me a closet and keep making the gigantic bed, looking a little fratic. I open the closet, which is absolutly packet with dresses that look really modern, but I pull a dark green one with golden embroidery. On the hanger it's knee-lengh, slightly fitted with a ronded collar and short sleeves, but when I put it on it turn into a period dress. I strat putting on air and snobbily ask a male employee where the hair dresser is. He promptly start panicking and run off to find him. I walk out behind him look as brattish as I can, and right outside is a small, graying, bended over man that look a little like a frightened mouse in his dark outfit. I toss my hair*, and tell him "You better not be late!" before walking in a bathroom. I start searching it, looking for something that could help me protecting the girls, then I woke up.

      * As my hair almost reach my knees and are thick and curly, he looked even more scared, which is the usual reaction I elect in hairdressers

      I do look a little like Charlotte La Bouff from the Princess and the Frog, with long brown hair and pale skin.
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    6. Writing For High School

      by , 12-11-2012 at 09:37 PM (Fernanvic“s dream journal)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


      I had pretty good recall this night and have only slight gaps in my memory. Just another normal dream, the only strange thing about it was it's unusual focus on the test theme, my dreams tend to be less consistent.

      In my dream I was back in high school. I was going to have to take several subject’s final tests that week, and the first was on Monday. I had to present a story for it, with the condition that it should place emphasis on the noises heard during the story.

      As I start to write the story I enter it, and live it as I write it. In this story there was a newlywed couple inside a dark cave. I took them out because of some problems related to ants. When we got out we found that the cave was inside a volcano, and it became active. In my story I wrote that the lava looked real, and not fake like in some movies, but my vision in the dream was that of fake looking lava. It looked sort of like bubbling ketchup, a very bright and shiny red.

      Looking around I saw that we were on a sandy desert. It was a sunny day and we had to make our way across the desert trying to avoid an evil man that was patrolling back and forth.

      A few days later I had to take the test. I was nervous because I couldn't use my story for some reason, and once in the test I got called to the blackboard to make an exercise (This was weird because the exercise was not part of the exam)
      I decided to write the story for my exam about my own experiences on the blackboard once I got back to my seat. Since the story was supposed to put emphasis on sounds I decided to highlight the sound of the chalk. I had to switch blackboards later on. The first one was to the right of the class, while the second one was in the front.

      By the time I changed blackboards my chalk was very worn down and couldn't write on the blackboard. All it did was displace dust on it, making the letters slightly visible because that part was cleaner by comparison. I had to get a new longer one, but even so I was writing in a place I shouldn't because the examiner (a female teacher) said something about having to place the blackboard now.

      Suddenly a male teacher entered the room and said I couldn't take the exam because I had gone over the three day limit of possible absences to the subject. He showed us in the class computer that I had two subjects with "lost evaluations" and two with "reduced evaluations" He told me that if I wanted it to get straightened out I best go see the teacher in charge of it.

      I felt nervous and complained that thanks to being called to the chalkboard I haven't had time to even begin the exam yet and with this I wouldn't have time to finish it, but it was no use.
      I went through the corridor (which was pretty much the same as the corridor of my real high school) and reached another classroom. The male teacher followed me and led me to talk to V, a real teacher in my high school who died a couple of years after I left it in real life.

      Updated 12-11-2012 at 09:52 PM by 40435

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