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Post by hengest on Oct 11, 2022 10:53:09 GMT -5
(Reply as you wish, without reference to other replies on the thread.) You wake up where you usually do, but you are still dreaming and see the dream before you even more clearly than your familiar surroundings. You feel distressed, but compelled to approach the table that stands before you. There are two clay bowls on either side and one glass globe with an open top in the middle. The clay bowl on the left contains a quantity of water and many tiny fish darting about. You can hear tiny voices coming from them. The glass globe in the middle contains what looks like a small city in flames. The clay bowl on the right has a mirrorlike surface that trembles slightly. You feel that you must approach one, or you can never escape this dream. mao The Perilous Dreamer The Semi-Retired Gamer |
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Post by mao on Oct 11, 2022 13:02:29 GMT -5
No matter the compusion, I go back to bed as the feeling grows. I hide under the covers, as the compusion pulls and pulls. I clutch the blankets as the pull becomes so very intense. Slowly I roll off the bed and curl up in a fetal way, Involuntarily I crawl over to the table, realizing I have lost the fight. I peek over the edge of the table on my knees. Flippen ".....FISH WHAT DO YOU WANT?.
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Post by hengest on Oct 11, 2022 21:35:04 GMT -5
No matter the compusion, I go back to bed as the feeling grows. I hide under the covers, as the compusion pulls and pulls. I clutch the blankets as the pull becomes so very intense. Slowly I roll off the bed and curl up in a fetal way, Involuntarily I crawl over to the table, realizing I have lost the fight. I peek over the edge of the table on my knees. Flippen ".....FISH WHAT DO YOU WANT?. You see them whirling about, now in circles. Their little voices come clearer. At first it sounds like nonsense but then you realize they are saying the same thing over and over, just not in unison. "We are kings! We are kings! Set us free!" |
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Post by The Semi-Retired Gamer on Oct 16, 2022 9:11:39 GMT -5
(Reply as you wish, without reference to other replies on the thread.) You wake up where you usually do, but you are still dreaming and see the dream before you even more clearly than your familiar surroundings. You feel distressed, but compelled to approach the table that stands before you. There are two clay bowls on either side and one glass globe with an open top in the middle. The clay bowl on the left contains a quantity of water and many tiny fish darting about. You can hear tiny voices coming from them. The glass globe in the middle contains what looks like a small city in flames. The clay bowl on the right has a mirrorlike surface that trembles slightly. You feel that you must approach one, or you can never escape this dream. mao The Perilous Dreamer The Semi-Retired Gamer Standing in front of the table I look left to left pausing momentarily at the first bowl, the globe in the middle, and the second bowl on the right. I feel like... something is pulling at my attention and won't let go until I give it some attention. I skip over the bowl on the left and right to focus my attention on the globe in the center. I lean over to get my eyes down close to the globe. It appears to be a small city in flames, but I need a closer look to see if it is just a scene in a globe or something else. Focusing my eyes on what I see before me, I start examining the small city to determine what is going on... |
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Post by hengest on Oct 16, 2022 18:19:21 GMT -5
(Reply as you wish, without reference to other replies on the thread.) You wake up where you usually do, but you are still dreaming and see the dream before you even more clearly than your familiar surroundings. You feel distressed, but compelled to approach the table that stands before you. There are two clay bowls on either side and one glass globe with an open top in the middle. The clay bowl on the left contains a quantity of water and many tiny fish darting about. You can hear tiny voices coming from them. The glass globe in the middle contains what looks like a small city in flames. The clay bowl on the right has a mirrorlike surface that trembles slightly. You feel that you must approach one, or you can never escape this dream. mao The Perilous Dreamer The Semi-Retired Gamer Standing in front of the table I look left to left pausing momentarily at the first bowl, the globe in the middle, and the second bowl on the right. I feel like... something is pulling at my attention and won't let go until I give it some attention. I skip over the bowl on the left and right to focus my attention on the globe in the center. I lean over to get my eyes down close to the globe. It appears to be a small city in flames, but I need a closer look to see if it is just a scene in a globe or something else. Focusing my eyes on what I see before me, I start examining the small city to determine what is going on... You gaze into the globe, and seem to pass into it, but not fully, as if you were in a dream. You feel that your face and hands are somehow more "with you" than the rest of your body. You pass easily through the outer walls and buildings of the city, as if by inertia, then come to a "stop" on a curved street, apparently a vegetable market. A few carts are overturned and there is chaos. You smell smoke from up ahead and can imagine there is more than one fire. A few people pass by or through you. |
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Post by The Semi-Retired Gamer on Oct 23, 2022 9:53:21 GMT -5
Standing in front of the table I look left to left pausing momentarily at the first bowl, the globe in the middle, and the second bowl on the right. I feel like... something is pulling at my attention and won't let go until I give it some attention. I skip over the bowl on the left and right to focus my attention on the globe in the center. I lean over to get my eyes down close to the globe. It appears to be a small city in flames, but I need a closer look to see if it is just a scene in a globe or something else. Focusing my eyes on what I see before me, I start examining the small city to determine what is going on... You gaze into the globe, and seem to pass into it, but not fully, as if you were in a dream. You feel that your face and hands are somehow more "with you" than the rest of your body. You pass easily through the outer walls and buildings of the city, as if by inertia, then come to a "stop" on a curved street, apparently a vegetable market. A few carts are overturned and there is chaos. You smell smoke from up ahead and can imagine there is more than one fire. A few people pass by or through you.
Am I awake or asleep? I feel as if I'm floating. I'm getting closer to the small town.I look around trying to ascertain where the most help is needed. Those people passed right through me!I turn to look behind me and see they are still fleeing from the fire. Without hesitation, I turn back around and run forward to see what I can do to aid these people. |
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Post by hengest on Nov 1, 2022 8:43:10 GMT -5
You gaze into the globe, and seem to pass into it, but not fully, as if you were in a dream. You feel that your face and hands are somehow more "with you" than the rest of your body. You pass easily through the outer walls and buildings of the city, as if by inertia, then come to a "stop" on a curved street, apparently a vegetable market. A few carts are overturned and there is chaos. You smell smoke from up ahead and can imagine there is more than one fire. A few people pass by or through you.
Am I awake or asleep? I feel as if I'm floating. I'm getting closer to the small town.I look around trying to ascertain where the most help is needed. Those people passed right through me!I turn to look behind me and see they are still fleeing from the fire. Without hesitation, I turn back around and run forward to see what I can do to aid these people. [ Cracks were gulping down posts over here, too.] You run towards the smoke. It feels like you are running, but also floating. The sounds around you seem distant. As you blink against a few bits of ash in the air, you notice that blinking does not impair, but somewhat changes, your vision. You notice two figures who are not running or even trotting: a young child in a sooty dress, standing uncertainly by the doorway of a building that looks to be made of crude plaster, and an old man, apparently unrelated to the child, standing nearby fumbling with a small leather pouch. |
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Post by hengest on Nov 1, 2022 8:43:44 GMT -5
No matter the compusion, I go back to bed as the feeling grows. I hide under the covers, as the compusion pulls and pulls. I clutch the blankets as the pull becomes so very intense. Slowly I roll off the bed and curl up in a fetal way, Involuntarily I crawl over to the table, realizing I have lost the fight. I peek over the edge of the table on my knees. Flippen ".....FISH WHAT DO YOU WANT?. You see them whirling about, now in circles. Their little voices come clearer. At first it sounds like nonsense but then you realize they are saying the same thing over and over, just not in unison. "We are kings! We are kings! Set us free!" [Still interested, mao?] |
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Post by mao on Nov 1, 2022 8:55:56 GMT -5
You see them whirling about, now in circles. Their little voices come clearer. At first it sounds like nonsense but then you realize they are saying the same thing over and over, just not in unison. "We are kings! We are kings! Set us free!" [Still interested, mao ?] "How can I free you? You need to stay in water" I say as thoughts of what is going on fill my head "How do I know you are wrongly imprisoned? |
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Post by The Semi-Retired Gamer on Nov 6, 2022 10:00:14 GMT -5
[This slipped through the cracks. Let me see if I can pick it back up...]
Am I awake or asleep? I feel as if I'm floating. I'm getting closer to the small town.I look around trying to ascertain where the most help is needed. Those people passed right through me!I turn to look behind me and see they are still fleeing from the fire. Without hesitation, I turn back around and run forward to see what I can do to aid these people. [ Cracks were gulping down posts over here, too.] You run towards the smoke. It feels like you are running, but also floating. The sounds around you seem distant. As you blink against a few bits of ash in the air, you notice that blinking does not impair, but somewhat changes, your vision. You notice two figures who are not running or even trotting: a young child in a sooty dress, standing uncertainly by the doorway of a building that looks to be made of crude plaster, and an old man, apparently unrelated to the child, standing nearby fumbling with a small leather pouch. Pausing for just a brief moment, I run to the child to ensure she is unharmed and then I turn to the old man and ask, "Can I help you? Is there something in that pouch that m ay be of assistance?". |
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