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A very long and involved set of dreams, wherein Ancient Japan, and China, are merged with now, and there is a man, who feels like my brother, but he only speaks Japanese. I only speak English and Chinese. We can't really communicate, except by gestures, and he's freaking out about something, as we travel by various means through this wooded marshland, towards a beach of some sort. At one point it feels like we're on a boat, even without being near actual water, yet. We're stopped on the beach head, and he looks down the beac at a system of palaces, in a kind of walled city, and I ask him if he's trying to get home. When he doesn't understand the word, I gesture to my chest, in an embracing motion. He understands, and we make our way toward the castle. We take two steps, and are surrounded by ninja. I step back, to allow him to take out as many as he needs to, and more show up. i proceed to slit either jugular vein, or cartoid artery, depending on my angle, and telling them how to help themselves, before they die. We fight, and we're now inside the castle, in a courtyard which is somehow still by the beach. We run upstairs

There's some kind of terrible end of the world thing going on. Everyone is being forced to create a giant swoard, and set of seven scepters, to help pervert the name of God, and Unleash One of the Hounds of Hell, but no one knows what it will do, once released. [livejournal.com profile] mech_angel and I are there, supervising, seeing which way the people want to take the proceedings, and the forced labour. There are ArchDæmons there, watching the progress, and Horribus, from the Dimension of Pain has taken on the form of one of the many Spawns, and is trying to usurp power. The Sword is built, and the people are disbursed, to wait for the end. Meatwad is there. We all descend the spiral rampway, to the centre, which is also the top of the ramp. We sit, and watch as the names of God are transcribed, and twisted onto a piece of cardboard containing the name of the hound. [livejournal.com profile] mech_angel and I realise that we have to change the outcome of this, now. She asks what can we do, and I think about it, and start laughing. I'm larger than It, I control it, It is a part of me. I reconfigure the nature of the beast, and hold the seven scepters in my hand, like toothpicks. I laugh, and turn a spiralangle downwards, into the mouth of the beast, itself, and into Hell to show off my results.

I'm waiting, at the bottom, talking to Meatwad about the fact that I didn't even get my sword, after all that trouble. He says he felt the same way, the last time he got a happy meal. I'm standing at the bottom/top of the spiral, again, and I'm also in my apartment, with a view of all of Hell, and the Sunsets, and the trees. I phone up [livejournal.com profile] warren_ellis, at this point, to inform him of what's going on, in a parallel thing that's been out of my perception, for a bit. I'm in the Library, at GSU. Warren's not taking my calls, so I have my friend Anna call him, and he answers. I tell him about the ninja, warn him, and tell him about Hell. I hang up, and go back to meet Horribus. I wait in the centre, and he comes down, to me, demanding to know what I think I've done. I smile, and explain the nature of control over reality, to him, and he takes on components of my professors, my father, John Constantine, and back to himself. In between the bones, he's made of ground meat. He doesn't believe that all of reality can work that way, and we lock arms, and start a power struggle. In the process of this struggle, the ground shakes, and we raise off of the floor, each of us on our own separate beast, about to fight each other, to the death. I raise my beast not knowing that upon which I am sitting, and extend to it's full height. i go through the clouds, far above the pit, and I'm standing in an Office, holding all of Hell, in the palm of my hand. I close my fist, on one particular section. I wake up


Yeah.

Food to eat. Work to do.

Date: 2006-01-29 05:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unknownbinaries.livejournal.com
Sweet Jeebus, love. No wonder I don't remember much. They were fucking steamrollered. It all sounds like it came out good. (For us, at least.)

Date: 2006-01-29 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolven.livejournal.com
Yeah. I think it did, too. Good times. :)

Date: 2006-01-29 08:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bakeneko.livejournal.com
Damien, you know I think you're awesome, so you won't take offense when I say "lj-cut: really long italicized dream that breaks my friends page layout /lj-cut" right? :D

Date: 2006-01-29 08:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolven.livejournal.com
There's no fromaty breaking. It's only text, yo.

But it is pretty long, yeah. My dreams are pretty involved, what with the saving the world, and all. ^_^

Date: 2006-01-30 03:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pangeramorrow.livejournal.com
oh mean, best dream ever. let me know what you eat before you sleep to get dreams that vivid.

Date: 2006-01-30 03:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wolven.livejournal.com
I am simply blessed with a vivid dream life.

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