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I dreamed of various tests and tasks that needed completing, but every time I came near to finishing one, I would be thrown into a new quest. A new goal.

For one of the quests, I have to wait in a city, where people don't actually, normally come. The city is a school and the school is populated by people I know but who don't speak to me, unless I speak to them, first. They show up for classes, on a train, and the sky is always dark, even when it's obviously day. I have to run between the warehouse and greet people, as they get to the city/school. People start talking about classes, and I start thinking about how I wish I had the ability to apply to more symposia, to write more papers to have accepted, more places, for free, and possibly win money. But, now that I'm out of school, it's not an option. I walk through the halls, thinking about this, after having met up with one of the girls from trivia, and some woman who is apparently her lover, at the train station.

The scene shifts, the whole point and purpose, now, being to Fight Orc Demons. They keep coming out of the walls and the pits, and the entire floor of this place is one big platform, surrounded by darkness, but I can see as people walk through the darkness and swarm onto the platform. It's kind of like the description of how Death sees rooms, in the Discworld. They keep coming, and I keep having to kill them, as I try to protect the students, as I try to keep them safe, because they don't understand about monsters, and about what i'm going to have to do.

The sky overhead is still dark, and I stop killing, as David Bowie enters the room. He has all the powers of Jareth, but he is the Magician, the Wizard, the Sourceror, David Bowie. He is telling me that he's going to have to kill everyone. All the children, all the people, everyone. I realise that death hold no fear whatsoever for the orcs and their creator, and so I look at Giles, knowing what I have to do, and I take my knife, and start to disfigure his face. I take one of the orcs, and begin to mutilate him, leaving him completely alive. I turn to the others and ask, "Is this what you want? Do you want some of this?" They begin to look skittish, as they know I won't hesitate to hurt them or anyone else, there, while leaving completely alive. My cruelty and spite give them pause.

Knowing that the deaths given by either Bowie or the orcs will be torturous and slow, I go to each person, and I'm trying not to cry. Luigi, already dying of something asks to be allowed to see his brother, one last time, I nod and I walk him from his place by the wall to the bookshelf my grandfather made for me, and as he and Mario embrace, Giles and I have to look away, and clean our glasses. When I open my eyes, again, and turn around, Mario and Luigi are gone and David Bowie is smiling at me. He has taken the moon, and the perpetually dark sky, created another moon, joined them, and turned them into a black sun with golden flames in the dark black sky. This is a sign that he has given his approval to the work that I have done, and that no one will die, there, today.

David Bowie is explaining the principles of the double-moon-sun transformation, in my head, and he tells me that it has to do with the nature of vapuor-state transmutation. When we realise that something will naturally shift from gas to solid, as it slows, it is easy to obtain the speed to reverse it. We can easily make vapour into matter. I wake up


While trying to make sure I remembered that, I fell asleep again, and dreamed all the transition sequences as races in Mario Kart. I also woke up with The Dresden Dolls' "The Kill" stuck in my head, so...

Stupid British librarians, and their Glasses-Cleaning. Damn habit is infectious...

The Dresden Dolls - [The Kill]--- Sometimes, my dreams make me wonder what kind of person I really am.

Date: 2008-07-03 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moonandserpent.livejournal.com
Very very interesting.

Ahh, Bowie...

Date: 2008-07-03 05:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolven.livejournal.com
Like I said, reminded me of you, and your talk/dream of Bowie as arcane magician.

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