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    My throat feels so dry. My body feels feverish--like my skin is under a heat lamp, and making everything else uncomfortable. My eyes feel swollen and ache, and I slowly open them--and I nearly sigh in relief that there are no bright lights--the dim candlelight is harsh enough. There is a soft breath on my ears that would make me blush if my face weren't already flushed. The voice is deep enough to make my spine rumble, goosebumps flurry down my arms. The voice is so familiar--unmistakeable. "Don't try to move.. You should not be awake just yet. Go back to sleep until the medicine has more time to work. I'm right here--nothing will get to you."

    I don't want to sleep though, not after hearing him! But every limb feels like it is tied down. I cannot tell if they really are, but my immediate guess is that they are not. I close my eyes at least. The candlelight was too much to handle anyways. I try to whisper for water.. and my voice is dead, my lips barely moving. He leans closer, and I repeat it again. There is a sudden rush of coolness to my lips. A moist piece of linen pressed against them, it takes so much effort just to moisten my mouth.. but I am grateful for it. There are footsteps in the room, further away, but since he is not reacting to them, I don't try to either.
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    Quote Originally Posted by kyuuei View Post
    I can't remember much.. I remember being smaller, like a child. I remember wanting to go out. Everything in my mind, however, focused on the fact that traveling from place to place in this world involved just stepping over the edge, and using a device that messed with gravity. Every so often I have a dream that involves me needing to fall for a long period of time.
    How do you deal with heights? Or... should I ask, how do the heights deal with you?

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    ^ Very carefully.. I avoid them whenever possible for the most part. I'm okay with fence-high heights (for the most part..) Typically anything higher than my own height starts to freak me out. People picking me up makes me scared.. although climbing on top of my roof is not scary, the process of getting down or close to the edge is. Falling from heights is something I have never felt comfortable around.

    There are many dreams I continue to refuse to write in here for one reason or another--they reveal too much about me, they're not rated kosher for public viewing, or they're just too gore-filled. Since people take dreams to mean anywhere between Nothing-o'clock and Holy-shit-its-a-prophecy-time, I tend to keep the more personal ones away from here. I'll just have to rely on my steadily declining memory for those.

    I dreamt that I was in my house again. I had a sun-room in the corner of the house, with windows that had herbs and plant boxes below them, and paper bags tied to the ceiling everywhere--drying out herbs I'd already plucked. I'd just finished spring cleaning the whole house--smudging it with sage sticks and spraying infused tea into the air. I was in a sun dress, white with large, yellow blossoms decorating it, and it was a bit loose on me and swayed easily. I was singing, and stepping along the floor with grace that I normally don't possess, blowing bubbles into each room. It's a typical ritual. I end up sitting in the middle of the sun room again, sipping a glass of the tea I used to purify the rooms, and enjoying a piece of melon bread. I seemed so happy in the dream--but I couldn't help but notice.. like everything in the dream was focusing on it and screaming it in the most loud way a silence can, that I was the only one in the dream. Usually, there is a feeling of others around..a hint that someone is not far away at all. Sure, Gods willing nature was surrounding me--I do have those from time to time where I am deep in nature and I do not get the feeling of being alone in a dream during those.. But.

    In this dream, I was alone. It is not very often I have dreams like that.. moreless happy ones. I'm not sure about this one.
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    Dream 1 -

    There was an open building area. There were bunk beds built into walls that once supported buildings, but nothing is there now. I wake up next to Rubes in one. He's rushing me to get up. The place is completely demolished.. We run towards a large building, and we slide to a stop as lightning strikes it--and I am in awe and amazement, so I'm forced to stop and look. The lightning is completely stopped mid-strike. Every tendril of light is completely frozen in mid-air. I narrowly avoid one that was going to connect with me. I rush away from it because Rubes pulls my arm, and the lightning falls back up towards the sky--and creates a couple balls of lightning instead. They move with tendrils swaying downward, and look eerily like jellyfish, but one falls straight into my chest and I'm forced onto the ground. I don't feel hurt, but Rubes is panicking all the same and lifts me up and carries me towards the bed. We're eating a lunchable then, and I'm mad at him that he drank the milk in mine.

    Dream 2 -

    This one was a ngihtmare directly inspired by Marble Hornet's youtube videos because I watched them last night.
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    When I was a kid, I had a dream so vivid I didn't even know I had fallen asleep. I was laying in the grass, looking up at clouds in the sky. I ended up falling up into the sky, towards the clouds, only to be plunged into a massive world of circus-like antics and crazy colors. The clouds had been a gate, and the place was so massive and busy and colorful it was overwhelming. Things were going on over my head, under my feet, and in every direction. Giant carousels went through the whole street, banners flickered wildly in the wind up in the sky, and music and noise carried echoed off of everything.

    Another time as a child I remember how vivid and beautiful the sky was while amongst the clouds as the sun was setting. We had just cleared a massive cloud and the sky was open again, the ocean spanning forever below us, a fleet of airships with me standing at the front of the lead ship. The clouds were a rainbow of sunset colors, everything was bathing in a lovely reddish yellow hue, and the sky itself was still a lighter blue, turning darker in the distance like a blanket that hadn't quite reached us yet. The wind was still, but gently floating along, and I remember it being warm like a summer evening.

    Last night, I thought I was in a field of grass and wildflowers. The blue flowers were so numerous in one spot it looked like a blue, shifting lake against the wind, the grass spotted with clumps of yellow and red and white flowers. I was laying on my side, in the grass, watching the flowers sway, and the sun was just rising enough to be bright. My body didn't hurt, my hips didn't ache, my shins didn't itch, my jaw didn't feel tight and I wasn't gritting my teeth too hard, and I didn't feel tired or stressed or rushed. I wasn't struggling against anything, no one was yelling at me, no one could be seen. No roads, no traffic noise, no bugs or animals bothering me. Just the flowers, swaying back and forth. I could feel my skirt shifting slightly along my legs, and I felt neither awake and energetic, nor sleepy and lethargic.
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    I was running through the forest. I was barefoot, somehow my feet didn't hurt.. or they were too numb by now to hurt. It wasn't a fun, happy sort of running.. I reeked of desperation. I was pushing myself off of trees as they were getting in my way, trying to use them to redirect my momentum without losing too much speed. Weaving in and out of them, without any of the grace that you'd see on a disney movie. The dusk sky made everything blur into itself, and while I could vaguely see, everything in the forest played tricks on me. I stumbled hard, falling along muck and rocks down a steep ditch that I'd tred on too quickly. I scrambled for my balance and wits, ignoring the throb in my head and shoulder. I ran up the ditch a ways, then risked scaling it back up and successfully continued on.

    I was running out of steam quickly, I knew I was too tired to keep going, and while searching for a hiding spot I saw a clearing that caught my eye. It was odd how it caught my attention--like everything else didn't even matter anymore. Panting, I trotted over to it without near the urgency that I was running with before. The clearing was sheltering a very small cabin-like hut, worn and on its last leg with vines over growing it, and rotten wood haphazardly planking the walls. A rickety door barely hung on its hinge, and the roof was flat. The trees around it had sticks hanging from them--tiny sticks stripped of their outer bark, tied to the tree with strands of long red hair.

    I was walking by this point, looking at the sticks that hung like hundreds of windchimes all along the branches. I stopped at the door, my vision felt like a fish-eye lens, I couldn't see anything else. Something in my stomach wretched, like I'd be physically sick, my gut telling me to walk away. I couldn't move. I didn't. My hand started to shake, and reach for the door. My head felt fuzzy, and wild, and when I touched the doorknob it was oddly warm to the touch. When it creeked open, I felt absolutely dizzy and my senses were dulled. I didn't even know I'd already entered, and was robotically walking toward a small chair in the middle of the room. I sat in it, slouched and lazy, my head feeling so heavy. As I sat, I had a dull ache swim through my spine.. an itch in my mind. A small, tiny voice drowned out in haze and smoke was screaming and tiny fists were pounding on the walls that blocked them from reaching me. I sat there, eery and creepy like a doll, lifeless almost in the chair of this dark, rotting box. Slivers of blue light from the moon starting to pour in striped the ground, I realized I must have been there for hours for the moon to climb that high already. It was the first conscious thought I'd had for hours. I was suddenly afraid.. my body was aching, and refused to move, I had no idea how I'd gotten there, or what had happened to me.. or what would happen to me. This place was awful, I knew I had to leave, but nothing moved.
    Kantgirl: Just say "I'm feminine and I'll punch anyone who says otherwise!"
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    The dreams when I try to scream but my voice is silenced scare me more than most others. I know sleep paralysis is what's truly preventing me from screaming, but since I'm trying so hard to, my body is literally aching from filling up with air and not being able to exhaust it as fast as I'm taking it in. I get dizzy, and my dreams get fuzzy and I wake up and feel like someone had my voice box. Like some awful version of the little mermaid where I didn't make a deal, someone just stole that shit.

    I dreamt of decorating my home.. MY home. I was putting the final touches on it for Halloween, looking and checking to ensure every inch of it was detailed with creepy, scary props and accessories. As I looked on in total satisfaction, a male's voice behind me says, "It looks great!" And I laugh and turn around--but I never see who it is.
    Kantgirl: Just say "I'm feminine and I'll punch anyone who says otherwise!"
    Halla74: Think your way through the world. Feel your way through life.

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    prplchknz: i don't like it

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    I was walking through the trails I usually run on. It wasn't dusk, but the sky was dark enough to be.. Rain was coming, and the thunder started getting loud enough to make the trees shake. The wind picked up suddenly and pushed the limbs around like a bully angry at their father or something.. But I wasn't scared at all. The paved road itself was hot from the summer sun still, and made an odd sensation of feeling the heat radiating around my legs as the colder wind tries to lift it away. I stopped a moment, thinking I saw a deer, but then continued on. The sky continued to darken, and lightning kept flickering and striking close enough to make the space go white for a moment. The mile marker said I was still a half mile to my car, and rain drops started to come down.
    Kantgirl: Just say "I'm feminine and I'll punch anyone who says otherwise!"
    Halla74: Think your way through the world. Feel your way through life.

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    prplchknz: i don't like it

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    My first dream was an extremely graphic one.. Every so often, I have a dream where it was so real I wake up nervous that it was true. We were taking care of kittens, and my two cats had become very motherly to them. The kittens had to stay outside because I was allergic, so we started feeding the cats outside and we even got them a small nesting-ish area to bundle up in. For some reason, my mind created a firestorm that was believable, and while I was terrified, the only thing I can truly remember are all the cats being burned and destroyed--sticking together, fur melted, my cat's eye missing and ants crawling freely through the socket... I woke up sick to my stomach.

    When I went back to sleep, I was in some Billy Madison-esque situation, where I was stuck back in high school even though I clearly wasn't meant to be there. I was in theatrics class, and while our teacher was bipolar on giving a shit. The first day, he didn't, but the second day, there were rows of sandy dunes where our desks were suppose to be. We were given roles in a play--and this girl really wanted the lead role, but the blond was given it. She got pissed, stood up and left.
    The sand started to move around me, and I grabbed onto a solid-ish surface just underneath it. I started to be dragged backwards, and the Phantom of the Opera music was glaring overhead, and the surface took the shape of a giant otter with red eyes staring me down. It was meant to be creepy and scary, and I thought it was creepy and awesome. When the otter ducked back into the sand, the other dunes started rearranging people and trying to scare them. @Halla74 jumped out of the dune for his break, and I laughed and started shootin' the bull with him. "No wonder I was lifted so easily--you're a beast!.. How much do you get paid to do all this?" etc. He gave me this look like "Tf are you doing in high school?" but just said "Not enough, that's for sure." It was a pretty odd, light-hearted dream... much better than the first.
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    I dreamt I was reading the cards for a strange woman dressed in white. I did an H-configuration layout, reading them for her based on a lover she had. I was nervous to tell her the cards say that he didn't care for her the same way she cared for him, although he did indeed care.

    Later on, while studying the cards and still learning to memorize all of their meanings, I noticed one of them was missing. I went to search for it around the table area, but to no avail. The Empress was missing.
    Kantgirl: Just say "I'm feminine and I'll punch anyone who says otherwise!"
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