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Feb. 16th, 2005 @ 02:54 pm (no subject)
Last few nights, I've been having really intense and odd dreams.

For instance, a few nights back myself and this bloke where training a horse by a stream when we became aware of a spy from France in the woods. We rushed over the bridge, through the chute and away before we realised that we were in fact running from [info]bekkypk and that the guy who I was with was her boyfriend. So we had to pull her through the chute into England. I got the impression that she didn't like France very much.

Then, I was in jail. Lying on a flat surface and visualising an ambulance. I told the guard that the person in the ambulance was not part of the insurgency, and he walked out to inform his colleagues. A man with the face of a rat scurried away at the news, annoyed that the other guard's sources were faster and more reliable than his. I got the impression that I was in a dark jail miles underground. We were so cut off from the world that some of the guards had taken on the souls of rats, whereas other guards had allied more to the prisoners and remained Human.

I was an old man who had spent decades in jail. But, I had access to The Dream Machine. A kind of holographic field which granted me ultimate freedom and access to all information. I was using it to drink beer served by a big-breasted Bavarian bar-maid while watching giant oaks explode. However, one of the explosions was too strong, and it sent a ripple throughout the whole fabric of the Dream Machine.

We called a meeting of the three prisoners with access to the machine to discuss this problem. The other two had a master-apprentice relationship. But the master had aranged it so that we stood at the very corners of the conference room so that we couldn't launch any surprise attacks on each other. But this was not the way of my people. I brought the three of us into a scrum at the centre of the room and we discussed our problems.

It was decided that the apprentice could very easilly join the guards, it would be good to have someone we could trust in power, after all. He wasn't too keen on my plan, and for that and other reasons myself and the master decided to engage in some kind of test of our atheletic abilities.

A pool was set up, and the apprentice and their other allies turned up to support their side and insult or throw things at me. I was far older, not as strong as I once was. And soon the other person had taken the lead. But then, the room was filled with ghosts. People with the heads of hyenas. People with a dozen spears in their chest, decapitated monsters. These had been my friends and allies, but, over time they had all died. Propelled by a powerful psychic force, I won the race.

The master and his apprentice were somewhat in awe. I think that they had assumed I was some kind of an old loner. Now, surrounded by the dead they began to realise that some tragic event had occurred in my past that had left me like this.

I cleared up the skulls before the guards could get there, and the last thing I remember before waking up was telling the apprentice that "Once you've been friends with a Hyena, nothing anyone does to you seems so bad anymore." I hugged the hyena goodbye before the dream cut off.
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From:bekkypk
Date:February 16th, 2005 03:37 pm (UTC)
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You just joined? XD It sometimes gets a bit quiet in here, the guy who does these is sometimes really busy, but he's good at it :)
And hehe XD
xx
From:fred_smith
Date:February 16th, 2005 03:49 pm (UTC)
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Heh. I thought it would be a good dream to share, as I don't believe you've made a cameo in my dreams before. Any guesses what you symbolise?
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From:bekkypk
Date:February 16th, 2005 03:56 pm (UTC)
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Insanity? XD
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From:fred_smith
Date:February 16th, 2005 03:59 pm (UTC)
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Possible.