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dreamcrystals2024-03-04 09:58 pm
notachickenhawk) wrote in dreamcrystals2024-03-04 09:58 pm
Entry tags:
Passive Dream Recording | The Box
Sender: Tobias
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
Warnings: Torture, PTSD, hunting
You fly on auburn wings high above the field, looking down at it. It's far below you, and yet you can clearly see the rats scurrying in the grasses, the rabbits hopping into their burrows as your shadow passes, and you know you could swoop down and kill them in an instant. All of them, if you really wanted - the mother and her babies. You can almost taste the meat and blood and fur - but no. You're not hungry right now, and better to let them grow so you can hunt them later.
You turn, wheeling up towards the sky. There's a forest nearby, and you have a destination. You tilt your wings downwards until -
Wham! You slam into what feels like a glass window. Shrieking, you try to go around it, to find where the edge is and - and you hear a teenage girl's voice.
"You are obviously not a leader. You are not even second-in-command. You are a nobody." The voice makes you panic more than the words, and you kick off of the 'glass' to try to dive towards the field and -
Wham! There's another 'wall' - floor? - beneath you. You push off again and panic, trying to find the exit -
Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Four more walls, making a cube. You're trapped. You're trapped and you know it's closing in and you can hear the girl laughing. It's a dark chuckle, and you know what that means. You're in the box again. You're in the box again and you know what that means, you know that she could pull you back to reality once again and cause you pain and you're panicking. You flutter around the box, trying to find something, some exit - but you know it's useless.
"Demorph!"
<No!> You shout it wordlessly, struggling against the inevitable. You reach up a wing in front of your face and see - a hand? But it's also a wing? It doesn't make sense, and you hear a gruff man's voice - older, raspy, cold.
"What good is it?"
What good is it anyway? You're going to die here, you're going to die and no one is going to help you and all you can see is your wing/hand and the blue sky and you tense your body, ready for the pain and -
Blackness.
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
Warnings: Torture, PTSD, hunting
You fly on auburn wings high above the field, looking down at it. It's far below you, and yet you can clearly see the rats scurrying in the grasses, the rabbits hopping into their burrows as your shadow passes, and you know you could swoop down and kill them in an instant. All of them, if you really wanted - the mother and her babies. You can almost taste the meat and blood and fur - but no. You're not hungry right now, and better to let them grow so you can hunt them later.
You turn, wheeling up towards the sky. There's a forest nearby, and you have a destination. You tilt your wings downwards until -
Wham! You slam into what feels like a glass window. Shrieking, you try to go around it, to find where the edge is and - and you hear a teenage girl's voice.
"You are obviously not a leader. You are not even second-in-command. You are a nobody." The voice makes you panic more than the words, and you kick off of the 'glass' to try to dive towards the field and -
Wham! There's another 'wall' - floor? - beneath you. You push off again and panic, trying to find the exit -
Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Four more walls, making a cube. You're trapped. You're trapped and you know it's closing in and you can hear the girl laughing. It's a dark chuckle, and you know what that means. You're in the box again. You're in the box again and you know what that means, you know that she could pull you back to reality once again and cause you pain and you're panicking. You flutter around the box, trying to find something, some exit - but you know it's useless.
"Demorph!"
<No!> You shout it wordlessly, struggling against the inevitable. You reach up a wing in front of your face and see - a hand? But it's also a wing? It doesn't make sense, and you hear a gruff man's voice - older, raspy, cold.
"What good is it?"
What good is it anyway? You're going to die here, you're going to die and no one is going to help you and all you can see is your wing/hand and the blue sky and you tense your body, ready for the pain and -
Blackness.
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Do masks have any meaning to you?
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Also I have no clue what a shinki is. It sounds like a toy.
[No that's a Slinky.]
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A shinki is a soul that has been gifted with a name from a god and can take on various forms such as animals or common household items such as a nail or an earring.
Your dream had felt a bit to familiar to me.
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[Very powerful aliens that might as well be gods? Yes. But not gods.]
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I am sorry to hear that.
My God had a shinki that took the form of a tiger and I have always wondered what the world looked like when he was in his tiger form. I would assume it would be rather similar to your dream.
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I don't know. It's not like I'm an expert in tigers. And it's just a dream.
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Indeed it was just a dream, but one that was rather interesting and not like others that are viewed. I hope that you have more pleasant dreams in the future.
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I mean, don't people have dreams of flying all the time?
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Perhaps? I don't recall a lot of my own dreams. The last one I personally had was rather boring I was just doing household chores.
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Yeah well... not everyone does. I usually don't, either.