Dream Journal 4
Dream Journal 4
I am not sure if I should be reading more books about Allag, or any of the fictions that are in our stores concerning allag technology.
First, it was a room this time; smaller than my apartment by far, but not cramped. There was a couch off to one side, next to a window. On the other side of that was a small desk. The desk had
It was thin and rectangular. It had words and pictures on it, that kept changing, rewriting I guess. I didn’t recognize the words – whatever language it was, I didn’t know it. There were similar glass rectangles with words and pictures flashing and rewriting on the far wall as well, next to a door that I assume led out to another room. The window showed a vast night sky, with stars far more immeasurable than any sky I’ve ever seen.
There was a small hiss, and the doors opened. A woman walked in, face down and studying what looked like one of those allagan tomestones, though it was larger than ones I’ve seen. She was wearing black pants, and a top that was black but with white shoulders and a red stripe separating the black from the white. There was a arrowhead pinned on her chest, silver. She had blue skin, and short blue hair and piercing blue eyes – I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to have that much blue on them naturally
She rounded the corner of the desk and sat down. After a moment of reading the device she dropped it on the desk and reached for a white ball that she had sitting on it. She tossed it into the air and then, as it came back down, bumped it back up with both hands. She did this a few times, oblivious to me – I think I was a ghost, watching this dream.
And then she dropped the ball, and stared right at me. Her eyes blinked a few times, her mouth hanging open. I didn’t know what to do either. We just stared at one another. And then she laughed a little and said the oddest thing.
“It’s you!”
I woke up then. I don’t know what that dream was, and I certainly didn’t recognize her. Who was she? What was that place?
Was I even dreaming?
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1st Sun, 5th AM
Why is it, after all this time, I still hope for peace instead of violence? That woman said it best, how can i be so naive?
Because I very nearly met the end of a blade, and it wasnt my fault. I was hoping for peace that day too and it ended with a death. even With her blood on my hands I know i was not fully to blame
and i know this man was evil i could see it written all over his stupid little face and in his aura he had no remorse I know he was sincerely scared of us all but he wasn’t apologetic, not enough to change. But even despite that, he wasn’t armed. His goons had fled. He was no threat.
I fear so often that maybe we’re NOT in the right, not all the time. How are we any different from that man, from Garlemald, from nemesis, if we’re willing to put a man to the sword with little justice except our own? why do they think that just because we have such power that we have liberty to exercise it whenever we feel? I was scared tonight - everyone seemed ready to murder this man. for what reason?? he loaned money to one of ours and demanded payment back? and when HE decided payment wasn’t enough, now we execute him? Uldah has laws for his kind. it’s not complete anarchy there
I hoped he’d want to live. he made his choice, and i will not lose sleep tonight over the fact that he was cut down AFTER he tried attacking. But I fear I will lose sleep knowing I am sleeping so close to people i consider my family because i keep seeing this side of them that is no different than the people i tried to entreat for peace before.
they took control of my mind and had me try to kill Lyta for them. and I very nearly succeeded.
what will this “family” do to me when i oppose them again?
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Dream Journal 7
Aenc tyr
And now I can hardly remember the rest of the dream, dammit all. Bright sunlight steaming down through breaks in the trees. And that damnable tree was there too, darkness pouring from it as usual.
There were giggles and high-pitches laughter. Those two words repeated again and again.
It’s fading faster this time. Perhaps this really was just a dream. The other two women, the blue-skins, were there as well. And a voice, begging... open the gate?
I can’t remember any more. Aenc tyr
I need to borrow a few of the books from the library, I think…
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Dream Journal, Entry 1
On the front page, the word “Diary” is crossed out and scribbled over, and written hastily above it are the words “dream journal”
“Keep a journal by your bed so when you wake up you can write down as much as you can remember.” Thats what she said, so thats what this is: a dream journal now. It was not working out well as a diary anyway so there is that too. And since the dreams have started to come more maybe this will be better. I can hardly remember much of them by the time I wake except that damned tree and the miasma
And more voices too! Female voices, and the same voice too but doing different things. And the song, always the song.
There is a long break, before more writing on the second half of the page, somewhat more sloppy and hastily written…
They were there again. In the dark miasma. The two voices had shadows too. One was standing pointing here and there and shouting. There was a noise like those sirens the Garleans use, and she said something about bringing up shields. I looked to the other side of the tree, and another shadow was sitting. She was crying; I could tell it was the same voice, but she seemed built different. There was a low rumble of thunder as well – it was raining while she cried. I don’t know what she was crying about.
do not ask me to calm down; storms were literally born to rage.
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I don’t know if he felt the same way. I know for me it was...odd? To just hold a conversation with...some disinterest? To not focus on his voice and just his words?
And to not act like anything happened, and yet for it to be apparent that it was not ok? I think I make sense. I know what I mean, shut up.
Lyta is Lyta. That she has lovers has always been constant. I wish I could know what it is about her. But so does Kahlua. Anzu. Sasari. Wicked white, even Kaoru now, they have someone they are seeing romantically. Not sure why that bothers me...
What is it about me? Why am I unlovable? What do they see about me that I can’t see? What is it about them that I cannot be?
Is it this scar? Is Suzume right? I killed that woman, and now I’m the monster? And they all see it in me?
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