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Apr. 20th, 2009 02:57 pmI had a most vivid dream last night. In fact, I have been having very vivid dreams for days now, though last night's seems to be sticking with me more than some of the others. Parts of it were inconsequential, of course, and thus were gone as soon as I awoke, but the important parts seem to be with me still. It involved a young man, a boy at first, who, along with some others, received a dual bladed staff weapon as a gift. It was intricate and more rectangular than circular, but the important thing was that it contained a blade on both ends, which could be capped with the same material as the shaft of the weapon.
The boy grew, honing greatly his skills with the weapon. It seems many young men had such a weapon, for several were sparring with him at one point, though he was far and above the better. At some point, the young man decided to build himself a kind of danger-room, made with some old, advanced technology. Lots of light tubes and whatnot. Once made, the room seemed to be made of liquid darkness, almost living. It could allow for things to come through it, such as enemies, and could move, change shape and solidity.
The most important part of the room was the AI, gotten from who knows where. It had a woman's voice and was highly intelligent, creating challenge after harder challenge for the young man. Then came the day when he reached his peak and managed to defeat her best challenge. And then she presented her finale: she tells him that he must defeat her and the room itself, revealing her sensors and wires and the like. He hesitates, not willing to destroy her. She insists, and he submits, tearing through her with skill.
It was here that another man appears. I think he was supposed to be a friend to the young man, though perhaps not a close one. The young man and his friend hang out in the trashed and sparking room, which doesn't actually seem like a great idea in retrospect. In a friendly wrestling match, the friend accidentally electrocutes the young man, seemingly killing him. The friend flees in panic. The scene ends.
The scene opened with the young man rising to his feet, and if I ever make a story of this, should be bleeding a bit, maybe charred some. There is a sparkle in the air, and AI whom he thought he'd destroyed stands before him. Her face remains the same, while her body shifts between various female forms. Now a fairy, now a warrior; now with short hair, now with long; now with these clothes, now with others. I had the feeling that these were all forms that he had created in the past in this room. The AI woman draws close to him and tells him that if he wants, they can be together forever. He agrees, and they come together. As they come together, she envelopes him in a large cocoon of some substance resembling a solid, opaque rainbow, almost like being in a large, somewhat oily pill. Fade out.
The dream opened again with the friend returning, to see that the young man is not dead. The friend sees him writhing and twitching on the floor, looking as if brain damaged, with muscles contorted. A very slim filament of bright substance is winding it's way all about him, flowing over and around. In a sudden change of character, the friend becomes angry, almost jealous, and in a moment grabs a still sparking wire and shoves it into the two, declaring that they will so die together. The "friend" then storms out. A pause.
There is a twinkle in the air, then a shifting, and the cocoon comes into view. Scene.
I'm not really sure what to think about this dream. I do not really know which ending is real, be it the eternal embrace of the two, or the mental damage and subsequent death of the boy. Words cannot adequately convey the feel of the dream either, be it the disturbing nature of the AI's desires, or why the young man accepted. In the dream, it seemed like he was training for some future need. Not to mention that he did not seem to love her, though he was close and felt comfort, being around her voice so often. The question that struck me when he agreed was why he chose to be with her forever when before he was just using her skills to become his best with the weapon. Nor do I understand why the friend so suddenly turned and willingly killed the young man. The dream has given me many deep questions as to the nature of these characters, and how the heck I could ever try to actually write about them.
The boy grew, honing greatly his skills with the weapon. It seems many young men had such a weapon, for several were sparring with him at one point, though he was far and above the better. At some point, the young man decided to build himself a kind of danger-room, made with some old, advanced technology. Lots of light tubes and whatnot. Once made, the room seemed to be made of liquid darkness, almost living. It could allow for things to come through it, such as enemies, and could move, change shape and solidity.
The most important part of the room was the AI, gotten from who knows where. It had a woman's voice and was highly intelligent, creating challenge after harder challenge for the young man. Then came the day when he reached his peak and managed to defeat her best challenge. And then she presented her finale: she tells him that he must defeat her and the room itself, revealing her sensors and wires and the like. He hesitates, not willing to destroy her. She insists, and he submits, tearing through her with skill.
It was here that another man appears. I think he was supposed to be a friend to the young man, though perhaps not a close one. The young man and his friend hang out in the trashed and sparking room, which doesn't actually seem like a great idea in retrospect. In a friendly wrestling match, the friend accidentally electrocutes the young man, seemingly killing him. The friend flees in panic. The scene ends.
The scene opened with the young man rising to his feet, and if I ever make a story of this, should be bleeding a bit, maybe charred some. There is a sparkle in the air, and AI whom he thought he'd destroyed stands before him. Her face remains the same, while her body shifts between various female forms. Now a fairy, now a warrior; now with short hair, now with long; now with these clothes, now with others. I had the feeling that these were all forms that he had created in the past in this room. The AI woman draws close to him and tells him that if he wants, they can be together forever. He agrees, and they come together. As they come together, she envelopes him in a large cocoon of some substance resembling a solid, opaque rainbow, almost like being in a large, somewhat oily pill. Fade out.
The dream opened again with the friend returning, to see that the young man is not dead. The friend sees him writhing and twitching on the floor, looking as if brain damaged, with muscles contorted. A very slim filament of bright substance is winding it's way all about him, flowing over and around. In a sudden change of character, the friend becomes angry, almost jealous, and in a moment grabs a still sparking wire and shoves it into the two, declaring that they will so die together. The "friend" then storms out. A pause.
There is a twinkle in the air, then a shifting, and the cocoon comes into view. Scene.
I'm not really sure what to think about this dream. I do not really know which ending is real, be it the eternal embrace of the two, or the mental damage and subsequent death of the boy. Words cannot adequately convey the feel of the dream either, be it the disturbing nature of the AI's desires, or why the young man accepted. In the dream, it seemed like he was training for some future need. Not to mention that he did not seem to love her, though he was close and felt comfort, being around her voice so often. The question that struck me when he agreed was why he chose to be with her forever when before he was just using her skills to become his best with the weapon. Nor do I understand why the friend so suddenly turned and willingly killed the young man. The dream has given me many deep questions as to the nature of these characters, and how the heck I could ever try to actually write about them.
