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witchscauldronMoving in with my mother, for some reason. White-washed rooms, vaguely empty. She talks for a while, and sends me down to visit my brother, whom I miss greatly. Greg lives with his girlfriend, down the hall. We talk. My other brothers are there. I worry about moving back in with my mother and leaving Jason to live alone, but I miss my family. (How odd - that would never happen in real life.) Jason then moves in too, tho - we are having a house built on the river. We drive by to see it, and I am confused - a fleet of big, flat boats is filling in the water with panels of earth to make more land.
Change of scene. I am on a very large, odd-shaped bus. There's some sort of group I belong to on it, and we're enjoying a drink and snacks when some looney none of us knows attacks with a knife. I remember feeling the same way I do when I channel a lot of energy, and then I gave him a very very cold (evil?) grin and stared him in the eyes as he came at me with the jagged blade. He ended up stabbing himself through the eyes with it. All I did afterwards was have another drink, and pick up my conversation again. O_o
Scene three. I'm watching the pilot of a ship from a video game of some kind, except it's real. This person is flying a familiar route, except doing it differently so he's destroying bases and ships and fighters from a high altitude. When he gets to the end-boss-base, he has a problem, thought, and he can't get his fighter in the docking bay doors to destroy the remaining ships and blow the compound. His ship eventually gets damaged and he lands. He fights his way in on foot, and stealthily (although hiding behind doors doesn't seem that clever to me) clears the compound and gets ready to blow up the main reactor when he's discovered - by mentally-altered and fairly harmless fellow humans. They're like children - and now suddenly this guy has to decide if he can sacrifice them along with himself, or if they can all get out and still take out the compound.
The aliens were like big bipedal grey vampire ferrets with huge brains. O_o Oh man. Where is this stuff coming from?
Scene the fourth. I'm in a stone keep, having a hushed conversation about growing tensions in some sort of alliance with an aged man. He seems weary and frustrated that the Coalition he helped build can't keep itself together, and that it seems to be one small merchant city causing the problems. We take a walk through some halls, still talking, and then he greets a passing group of warriors. I give them a shit-eating grin, for some reason, and three of them immediately started for a weapon of some kind. (Gods I love dreams full of murderous hate! Yay!) I gathered then that they didn't trust or like me in the company of their lord, and I overheard something to the effect of "Damn mages...".
Later, in the Lord's hall, we are standing before the fire. He moves from his customary seat, a letter held in his hand that has been delivered by some sort of enchanted stone creature, that is now apparently dormant again until instructed. The Coalition has collapsed, and the distraught lord moves to the fireplace and rests his head on the mantle.
He begins to swear an oath on his gods, and call for a war-council, when the stone creature, reactivated by his words, walks forward and runs a blade crafted of magic through the space by the fire where the lord's head would have been. Its' eyes were burning...hard to describe burning stone on stone. I approach it, raise my hand in the air between us tracing runes that scorch the air blue and vile, and start to follow the creature's signature back to its' controller...when it runs me through.
And then I awoke.
-M.
Change of scene. I am on a very large, odd-shaped bus. There's some sort of group I belong to on it, and we're enjoying a drink and snacks when some looney none of us knows attacks with a knife. I remember feeling the same way I do when I channel a lot of energy, and then I gave him a very very cold (evil?) grin and stared him in the eyes as he came at me with the jagged blade. He ended up stabbing himself through the eyes with it. All I did afterwards was have another drink, and pick up my conversation again. O_o
Scene three. I'm watching the pilot of a ship from a video game of some kind, except it's real. This person is flying a familiar route, except doing it differently so he's destroying bases and ships and fighters from a high altitude. When he gets to the end-boss-base, he has a problem, thought, and he can't get his fighter in the docking bay doors to destroy the remaining ships and blow the compound. His ship eventually gets damaged and he lands. He fights his way in on foot, and stealthily (although hiding behind doors doesn't seem that clever to me) clears the compound and gets ready to blow up the main reactor when he's discovered - by mentally-altered and fairly harmless fellow humans. They're like children - and now suddenly this guy has to decide if he can sacrifice them along with himself, or if they can all get out and still take out the compound.
The aliens were like big bipedal grey vampire ferrets with huge brains. O_o Oh man. Where is this stuff coming from?
Scene the fourth. I'm in a stone keep, having a hushed conversation about growing tensions in some sort of alliance with an aged man. He seems weary and frustrated that the Coalition he helped build can't keep itself together, and that it seems to be one small merchant city causing the problems. We take a walk through some halls, still talking, and then he greets a passing group of warriors. I give them a shit-eating grin, for some reason, and three of them immediately started for a weapon of some kind. (Gods I love dreams full of murderous hate! Yay!) I gathered then that they didn't trust or like me in the company of their lord, and I overheard something to the effect of "Damn mages...".
Later, in the Lord's hall, we are standing before the fire. He moves from his customary seat, a letter held in his hand that has been delivered by some sort of enchanted stone creature, that is now apparently dormant again until instructed. The Coalition has collapsed, and the distraught lord moves to the fireplace and rests his head on the mantle.
He begins to swear an oath on his gods, and call for a war-council, when the stone creature, reactivated by his words, walks forward and runs a blade crafted of magic through the space by the fire where the lord's head would have been. Its' eyes were burning...hard to describe burning stone on stone. I approach it, raise my hand in the air between us tracing runes that scorch the air blue and vile, and start to follow the creature's signature back to its' controller...when it runs me through.
And then I awoke.
-M.
