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Post by hengest on Aug 4, 2021 18:45:27 GMT -5
Green Dream You wake up next to your pack at camp. Strangely, you have difficulty getting your eyes open, finally employing your hands to pry the lids apart. Once you open your eyes, everything you see is in shades of green. The sky, land, clouds, even your own hands are green, from a sickly pale green down to the deepest emerald you can imagine. You struggle inwardly, sensing that this is a false awakening. The disturbance of your vision troubles you and without thinking you try to shake yourself so as to wake up and leave this behind. You feel that someone is watching you here and you wish to be alone, to return to the world you know with all its troubles, to leave this green world behind you and forget this happened. You nearly make it, forcing your way out of the dream into the blackness of deep night. But you feel someone catch up with you as you are enveloped again, swallowed by the green. It surrounds you fully and you are taken although you do not yield. You awaken again into the dream you tried to flee from, and as you open your eyes there, you see an old man standing before you. He wears nothing but a rag about his waist. His beard is so much a part of his face that his head looks elongated. He holds out to you a gnarled green bulb. It looks like a kind of garlic. "Chew a little," he says, "and the struggle will pass so we can talk." |
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Post by hengest on Nov 4, 2021 17:19:04 GMT -5
Green Dream You wake up next to your pack at camp. Strangely, you have difficulty getting your eyes open, finally employing your hands to pry the lids apart. Once you open your eyes, everything you see is in shades of green. The sky, land, clouds, even your own hands are green, from a sickly pale green down to the deepest emerald you can imagine. You struggle inwardly, sensing that this is a false awakening. The disturbance of your vision troubles you and without thinking you try to shake yourself so as to wake up and leave this behind. You feel that someone is watching you here and you wish to be alone, to return to the world you know with all its troubles, to leave this green world behind you and forget this happened. You nearly make it, forcing your way out of the dream into the blackness of deep night. But you feel someone catch up with you as you are enveloped again, swallowed by the green. It surrounds you fully and you are taken although you do not yield. You awaken again into the dream you tried to flee from, and as you open your eyes there, you see an old man standing before you. He wears nothing but a rag about his waist. His beard is so much a part of his face that his head looks elongated. He holds out to you a gnarled green bulb. It looks like a kind of garlic. "Chew a little," he says, "and the struggle will pass so we can talk." Who on earth came up with this?? |
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Post by hengest on Nov 4, 2021 17:23:25 GMT -5
Tunnel Dream You stoop as you get into the tunnel, holding the scroll out before you in one hand. As you advance into the deepening dark, somehow you can still see the letters on the scroll. You move forward, seeing nothing but those letters before you as you walk nearly blind. They glow brighter as you see the bright end of the tunnel up ahead, and as you come close to that end of the tunnel and see the garden opening up before you, the scroll begins to smoulder and then to burn. |
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Post by The Perilous Dreamer on Nov 5, 2021 23:18:07 GMT -5
Green Dream You wake up next to your pack at camp. Strangely, you have difficulty getting your eyes open, finally employing your hands to pry the lids apart. Once you open your eyes, everything you see is in shades of green. The sky, land, clouds, even your own hands are green, from a sickly pale green down to the deepest emerald you can imagine. You struggle inwardly, sensing that this is a false awakening. The disturbance of your vision troubles you and without thinking you try to shake yourself so as to wake up and leave this behind. You feel that someone is watching you here and you wish to be alone, to return to the world you know with all its troubles, to leave this green world behind you and forget this happened. You nearly make it, forcing your way out of the dream into the blackness of deep night. But you feel someone catch up with you as you are enveloped again, swallowed by the green. It surrounds you fully and you are taken although you do not yield. You awaken again into the dream you tried to flee from, and as you open your eyes there, you see an old man standing before you. He wears nothing but a rag about his waist. His beard is so much a part of his face that his head looks elongated. He holds out to you a gnarled green bulb. It looks like a kind of garlic. "Chew a little," he says, "and the struggle will pass so we can talk." Who on earth came up with this??  That feeling you get, when you have an idea so awesome, you can't believe it is yours!  |
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Post by hengest on Nov 8, 2021 19:02:00 GMT -5
Who on earth came up with this?? That feeling you get, when you have an idea so awesome, you can't believe it is yours! I seriously had no memory of writing that at all, not even after I read it. I still can barely believe I wrote the thing. And I posted it in the evening, when I couldn't possibly just have been sleeping or anything. Very strange. |
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Post by The Perilous Dreamer on Nov 9, 2021 9:56:28 GMT -5
You are a master at producing writing prompts. You need your own stable of fantasy writers to collaborate with.
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Post by hengest on Nov 9, 2021 11:49:10 GMT -5
You are a master at producing writing prompts. You need your own stable of fantasy writers to collaborate with. I'm sure the world's fantasy writers are lining up somewhere to meet me! If only I knew where! |
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Post by The Perilous Dreamer on Nov 9, 2021 12:34:18 GMT -5
You are a master at producing writing prompts. You need your own stable of fantasy writers to collaborate with. I'm sure the world's fantasy writers are lining up somewhere to meet me! If only I knew where! If they read some of your threads here they would be lining up. |
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Post by hengest on Jan 14, 2022 0:55:25 GMT -5
You roll onto your side and can feel the vines growing around you. They feel friendly but you are uncomfortable and want to get away. Your limbs, however, are minimally repsonsive and will not aid you in standing up. You struggle to reach for your pack, sure that you had an item that could help you out of this.
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Post by hengest on Jan 18, 2022 21:38:45 GMT -5
You wander out of your village at night, looking for something, and bump into the dome of sky. It shakes and several nearby stars fall from it and land at your feet.
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That feeling you get, when you have an idea so awesome, you can't believe it is yours! 