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Re: Dreams

#1966 Post by RennisTora » Fri Aug 16, 2019 1:02 am

Had a short dream that I was riding along down the road just after sunset where's still some light in the sky.
Was a passenger with my oldest brother driving and one other passenger, I was looking out the window bored.
I saw some odd object in the sky with a trail behind it, eventually there was a bang and I realized it had been a meteorite.
I got my brother to stop because it seemed to have landed nearby, we could see a small crater about 30 ft wide.
We got out of the vehicle (which seemed to be a minivan of some sort, mid 90's maybe) and as I got closer but
before I could crest the ridge and see inside the crater I woke up.

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Re: Dreams

#1967 Post by RennisTora » Fri Sep 27, 2019 6:15 pm

Been a bit, mostly do to not remembering a lot of the dreams I've been having enough to write about them without it being a jumble.
Some were also just terrible and I didn't want to dedicate them to memory and then quickly forgot the details of them.

Had a dream before waking up today though, wasn't all bad with some sweet spots, but still some not nice bits, though more standard bad dream rather than nightmare.

I was a trip of sorts with some family members and a girl, I guess (was never said) she was my girlfriend since we were close enough to hold hands (interlocking fingers) and nuzzle.
Her name was Mana and she looked a lot like Leo from the anime Dog Days with the exception that I think she was a wolf instead of a lion? Still had long white hair, golden eyes.
The parts where we were close and lovey were a really nice change of pace from some of the dreams (shudder) I've been having, not just horny but sweet.
We were all on either a train or highway bus going alone the waters edge of the ocean or maybe a large lake, we saw some ruins in the water that looked sort of Roman.
I remember even pointing out to her "Huh, looks kind if like an old colosseum?" as we rode past, the rest of the journey seemed uneventful.
Eventually I started getting my luggage ready and checking things when I gave myself a little cut somehow, it was minor and our stop came up so we got off.

Everything past that started to go down hill with exception to hand holding and nuzzles with the occasional peck.
We were apparently visiting relatives while on this trip (none I actually have, made up for the dream) and things got awkward.
Even worse was the fact that my cut (on my hand) had somehow contracted a disease from Mana's home world do to contact with her?
If I had to guess, it's probably something like she was immune but a carrier or something, but hey it was a dream.
The cut turned black like I'd had my hand in a bucket of charcoal or something, there was a tiny hint of pink/purple in the wound.
Mana helped me bandage it and told me it must have been from a creature she fought before coming over for this visit, and that
the infliction itself was called "The Blight" which as names go is pretty generic I do have to say, better than "The Infection" though.
We kept the whole thing on the down-low for the time being (seems kind of reckless if you ask me, but hey dream logic) and tried to
just enjoy the trip, and sure there were nice moments but soon came more panic moments, people not taking well to Mana being more than human.
I remember one scene in particular where they tried to sit us all down in a room for a makeshift "court" thing, which ended with me interjecting and
walking up to speak, only to lean in close after saying "I'd like to say" and then shouting "AS IF I CARE!" before grabbing her hand and running from the room.
There was a lot of panic and running after that, especially once the whole Blight thing got discovered, my hand had turned black up to the wrist now
(in hindsight that sounds a like what Trace has going on, funny/ironic given where I write these down) with the original hint of pink/purple having
now turned into crystal looking growths protruding from the skin about 1 centimeter at most with others being varied heights.
After a lot more running and hiding it seemed like some of the people searching for us were on our side of things but still had to hunt us down?
There was a jump-cut and I was with some of my family I'd taken the trip with and a couple others who were trying to help.
Somehow the two of us had gotten separated and while the others kept saying she was waiting ahead I kept getting the feeling they were
only telling me that to get me onto the whatever vehicle (might have been a boat, might have been a bus) before more people showed up.
I asked a few of them where she was in a increasingly harsh tone of voice and higher volume with each one keeping up the act, eventually
I turned to my father who was also there and asked him plainly "Where, is, Mana" and he started to give me a sad look as he began saying she was taken.

That's about when I woke after screaming her name to the heavens in the dream...
Side note, when I woke up both my legs felt tired like I'd been running for real like in the dream, quickly went away though so more of a brain trick.

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Re: Dreams

#1968 Post by RennisTora » Tue Oct 01, 2019 12:46 am

Had a short dream before waking up.

I come into possession of a ring that was very plain in style with a gold band and red gem that was a smooth dome shape.
There was this compulsion to wear it when I found it, but nothing bad happened after putting it on.
I quickly realized that it was magical in nature, it not only allowed me to detect sources of magic with a pink highlight but
to also absorb magic from items like books or potions etc by touching the ring to them, after which the gem
set in the ring would glow as it grew slightly with each source of magic absorbed into it.
After a while I started actively wanting to find more magical things to drain, like the compulsion to wear it.
While walking past some people in the street they just stared at the ring like were also being compelled by it, so I hurried off.
It seemed to only be if they looked at it, so if my hand was in my pocket or something then it was fine.
At one point I was in a library or shop or otherwise room with someone talking about the ring, they left to get something
and I started looking around the room feeling the urge to drain some of the magic books they had, fighting the feeling it was wrong.
It was especially tempting since I and the other person had realized the wearer could then use the spells the ring absorbed.
They came back before I could convince myself to do it, there was this awkward air before I was woken up by a loud [censored] car horn outside.

Ended talking with my brother who DM's for me and a friend (D&D) about how it'd make for an interesting magic item in a game.

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Re: Dreams

#1969 Post by RennisTora » Sat Oct 05, 2019 11:09 pm

Kept having dreams about not being able to sleep in between not being able to sleep...
I would suddenly be on the couch in the living-room watching old VHS tapes on one of our older TV's with nothing else to do.
Thanks for that I guess brain, not like it was confusing or frustrating enough tossing and turning.

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Re: Dreams

#1970 Post by RennisTora » Sun Nov 17, 2019 7:43 pm

Had a post-apocalyptic dream set 30 years in the future from now.

It was very randomly explained off-hand by myself saying "I was frozen for 30 years".
Nobody seemed to really question it like it wasn't that odd a circumstance?
There were some obvious Fallout themes thrown in with at least one person wearing the BOS emblem.
I was in a reclaimed part of the a city similar to what they did with Goodneighbor, minus the crime.
There was still a police force to keep people in line along with other remnants of the old world like shops/businesses.
I don't recall how we met, but there was this girl/woman who used something like Power Armour but it was more sci-fi and bodysuit like.
We were a team for some reason, I think she was supposed to be either BOS or formerly with them, she seemed interested in what I was doing.
I overheard two cops talking about some old business that was expected to go under soon with the owner being in bad health,
when I pipped in asking what that was about, they told me that the old man running the business was being stubborn about
something out on the outskirts of town, and that even now with his health declining he was refusing to move into town.
I and the woman (really don't have a name for her) decide to hire a guide to take us out to where the old man is living.
There was a scenic overland travel portion showing that nature had retaken most things, and weird bits of terrain where lots of earth shifted.
There was a lot of me getting nostalgic or otherwise reminiscing as I noticed or recognized things as we passed, we were in kind of vehicle.
There were expected moments of generational differences like me loosing my cool seeing a rare car left to ruin while the woman just saw salvage.
By the time we arrived it was getting dark and was raining, we were on an old piece of highway, an overpass that was isolated and needed some
elevator like contraption to reach it, there was a good view of the area though in the dark I could barely even tell there used to be
civilization here, it was practically a forest that had just engulfed and hidden most of the form and outline of buildings and streets.
There was what looked like a house made of bits of old world houses, either someone moved it or just cobbled it together.
When we got inside I remember being a little cold and wet, taking off my jacket and bag, we were "greeted" by an old man,
he did a lot of sitting and laying down in bed with not a whole lot of standing in between (From what I can gather he was alone.)
We didn't recognize each other but he did seem to loosen up a little when he heard I was from the same era as him, before all this.
I explained why we were there and he began to explain why he was, the house we were in used to be in what is now the lost part of town.
He and his family moved it piece by piece to this safe location that was still near their old home, he was staying out of sentimentality.
I can't recall if all of his family died or if some did and others moved away, probably his wife died and his kids moved if I have to guess.
The man seemed to be in at least his 50's if not 60+ and he wasn't doing very well on his own, which begged the question of why.
There was something he couldn't leave behind but hadn't been able to find before his health started getting worse, he was determined to stay.
I ended up agreeing to go look for whatever it was (can't recall it being described clearly) along with the woman I was traveling with.
We stayed the night and were going to set out in the morning, lady wanted to leave some of our stuff behind rather than lug it around
while I argued that we don't know what we'll run into be it enemy or environment and it would be reckless to leave anything we might need.
I took her bag and gave her mine so that she wouldn't complain and that I couldn't since I was the one who wanted to bring more stuff.
She went outside and I stayed for a moment to chat with the old man, understanding his refusal to abandon his memories and give in to ruin.
I recall getting a little choked up thinking how he reminded me of my own father and that I could relate to no longer having family to lean on.
I decided to use the bathroom before heading out, as I was getting the angle of the dangle right with morning sunlight shining in the window, I woke up.

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Re: Dreams

#1971 Post by RennisTora » Tue Nov 19, 2019 6:31 pm

I had a dream with two of our old cats in it, giving them a reactionary pet as I walk by, stopping a moment to remember they're dead, and continuing to walk away sad.


Oliver (top, daughter) and Tipsy (bottom, mother), they both lived to be 19 with Oliver passing one year later than her mother.

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