I have the weirdest dreams!
And if dreams are supposed to be a reflection of our subconscious mind I'm screwed. In. So. Many. Ways.
I never have nightmares though so I guess that's one point for my odd wired brain. I can watch a ton of scary movies, get scared daily or read horror stories. I never really get nightmares. Vivid dreams yes but nothing really scares me inside my mind.
If I read a lot of the same thing (like a really thick book, say Tolkien's LOTR) I usually dream myself inside the story (The Shire), not necessarily as the main character but sometimes just a bystander or I watch the dream from a bird's point of view. Same with movies, say Supernatural. I remember watching the first season in one day. I dreamt a lot of weird shit that night but nothing scared me.
I also remember my dreams, most of them in the morning (or if I wake up in the middle of night). If I wake up before the dream is over (don't ask me how I know it isn't over, just a feeling), sometimes, if I fall fast asleep right after waking I get to continue my previous dream. Which is really cool but doesn't happen often.
I remember a lot of my dreams, even some I've had years ago, probably because they were so special they stuck around. I also had recurring dreams which is awesome because when I have them I become aware I'm dreaming and know what will happen next.
The really good dreams I write down in a notebook so I don't forget ever. Most times I turn them into stories. The Witching Hour started initially as a dream. Completely different from what it has become, but still a dream.
In my dream, I was in a bed with a wolf and my alarm clock sounded. There was an earthquake and I knew we were being attacked. I ran out and started climbing on the mountain (it was a dream, the mountain was conveniently located outside the house and was extremely easy to climb) because I knew I had to get to the top where the Ninth Circle was located (I kid you not, in my dream I was thinking with Capital Letters:P) and warn the mages there of the impeding danger.
You see, for the first year after creating the story, TWH was named The Ninth Circle and had a mountain with nine circles of magic (I kept the mountain in the last version too but with no particular interest to the story). Shortly thereafter the ultimate mage that was seated at the top was killed and his body impersonated by a demon (sounds familiar?). Cassie was born at the same time as the mountain and her name remained the same all throughout the struggles of me creating the story. I needed a hero for her so Aime came to life. His name changed for a while to Remy but that fell through and he became Aime once more. He was a werewolf for a few months until I changed my mind and cut that part out. Lena appeared from the start, and also kept her name from the beginning. She was the sister, the friend, the sage and now became the maid/best friend. There was at one point a Michael since I wanted someone in my cast human but he didn't last long (don't worry Mickey, I'll get a spot for you somewhere, not gonna let you die). Evell appeared around the fourth or fifth version as the prince's sidekick, an episodic character, but demanded a life of his own, so I made him the illegitimate son of the elves' dead King, step brother of Leithas. He somehow still manages to charm everyone, more than any other character of mine. Let's see, who else do we have? There was Arakay, a Fire Wizard, who became someone completely different in my latest version, but fear not he's cooler here. Taegan is a late addition, less moronic as the story progresses which is a surprise since I made him an idiot at the beginning. As is Kasdethion. Kas was an interesting character to create and I still don't bloody know if he's gonna turn evil or good at the end. He's just that annoying, refusing to tell me his story. There will also be two more characters (at least) appearing in the story later on which are seriously just made up (as in I thought about them for some months now but created them last week). There are also Cassie's dad and mom. Her dad dies in EVERY version of this story. I'm not really sure what that says about me. I love my dad. Anyway, her mom only dies in a few versions... which is weird. Anyway. Gabe, Aime's brother is also a late addition, like two drafts ago addition because I needed a reason why Aime would want Cassie's hand in marriage when her country isn't even near his own. And if he was the crown prince it would be kinda awkward to travel between countries to govern them. So I made him a second son so he can marry a princess and rule his own country. I don't like how much of a pussy he turns out to be in this version. I swear he was hotter and cooler in earlier versions. Which is way I'm going to change a few stuff, dialogue and whatnot in the earlier chapters of TWH latest version so Cassie can fall in love with him (cuz so far he just doesn't cut it for her). Yeah, major spoiler? I want Cass to fall in love with Aime and him with her. BUT.. they're just so damn stubborn, I might not make it and Cass will fall for someone else (NOT Evell - Evell is SOOOO completely NOT for Cassie - I have something else in mind for him).
Right... Ending this long rant about TWH and dreams, let's continue with the dreams and other stories of mine which have spawned from my ever boiling imagination.
There's A Dragon's Tale, which takes place in Ylenea, way before Taegan ruled there (maybe a thousand years or so). I don't remember what I had been reading but I remember dreaming of a knight and a pair of twins and dragons and a wild dragon lady and a witch and it kinda stuck. So, obviously, I made a story out of it.
Captive Magic also started with a dream and changed from there.:) This girl is taken captive by a magician and has to dig a well over the course of one night otherwise she dies. She is helped by every servant because she kinda helped them somehow too (I have no idea how, I'll make something up; in the dream I knew the servants owed her their lives). So she manages to dig the well overnight. The next day she goes surfing (yeah, it was a mixed dream, this part will not get in the story... probably) and then break the mistress' hold on the magician's heart and frees him. I have such a convoluted mind even I don't understand myself sometimes.:) Anyway, the story I made from this changes (duh!). There is a poor country and a queen with three daughters and there's an all powerful magician who asks as tribute one of the queen's daughters. The queen sends her youngest because she's the weirdest of the bunch. And that's kinda the furthest I got with that particular story. Had some stuff drafted out somewhere but I can't find the papers and can't really remember everything I wrote there.
Anyway. Witch Dream is one of the stories that I'm writing in my own language. It's a blend of steam punk, victorian era houses and dresses and a lot of egyptian lore, magic and stuff. And to think I dreamt all this shit in one hour of sleep in the afternoon... The human mind is odd.
The Sleeping Beauties is a twist on The Sleeping Beauty story that I dreamt a few years ago. It kinda turned into a parody though, nothing really resembles the dream anymore.. or much of the story.:))
Yeah, lately I've been having this apocalyptical dreams, with zombies and shit. Here's a preview into my brain:
I dreamt the end of
the world. I was with other people and family and friends somewhere next to a
bridge filled with gargoyles and angels. There was a ship nearby. A lone,
deserted ship with nobody on board. But as we stepped on the bridge the
gargoyles and angels came alive with the lost souls of the people on the old
ship. Their faces were white with hollow eye sockets and mouths that wanted to
suck our souls out. We ran as fast as we could but more of them followed us.
More of them came to life. They were gaining on us when we jumped on the black
soil that covered the damaged concrete on the other side of the bridge. They
took some but most of us got safely on the other side.
There was a child
there that stole my silver rings and ran. I couldn't catch up and I knew that
now I was doomed. I ran after him anyway. There was someone with me who got us
a very old motorcycle with an attachment to it. We jumped on and while he/she
tried to start the engine I looked around and what I saw was sad. Mud and
weeds, black soil filled with sharp rocks. And all around, small animals,
chickens, cats, dogs, foxes, ferrets, writhing on the ground in agony after
they had touched the soil.
We left in a hurry, me
trying to no end to let my family and friends know not to step in that putrid
soil, not to eat or touch anything that had once been there. People were trying
to get underground to protect themselves from the lethal air and the larger
mutated animals and humans. There was a conveyer belt going deep inside a
mountain, transporting both people and food and other things, like clothes,
books and different substances. Large electronic objects were also transferred
inside the mountain.
I saw the child who
had stole my rings and finally caught him. But I was too late. Even with the
rings on my fingers there was nothing I could do anymore to stop what was
already put in motion. I grabbed the child from the oncoming waves of terror
and despair that the undead were bringing and I fled.
Weird huh? This is the kind of stuff I write to not forget my dream. Anything and everything that I can remember, images, sounds, smells, sensations, etc. And I dream these stuff on a weekly basis at least. It's cool though, it feels like I'm inside a story every night.
And this is just some of the stuff I write about after I DREAM about them. You should see the weird stuff I invent when I'm bored. Dragon girls, japanese culture kitsune monsters, pirate stories (cuz I WANT at least one pirate story), vampire stories (same reason)... My imagination knows no boundaries. I swear I can see a story everywhere, in every little thing. If there isn't a story I make up one.
I guess it's true what they say, all storytellers are really liars in disguise. Because, let's be honest, liars don't... lie, they make up stories.:D And I'm a HUGE liar.
Right. Now... to really end this awfully long post:
Cheers!
I've tried mixing acrylics with gouache. These came out.
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