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dolariSorry about the lack of entries lately, and the fluff I've been having for entries lately...couldn't be helped.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah.
IT'S PARANORMAL NIGHT AT THE DOLARI HOUSEHOLD!
Thingies have been mighty wierd as of late. Wether that's a good thing or not, I don't know. Mainly, if you read my last few dreams, you'll realize my head is being pretty wierd with me right now. I've been told to stop reading books, I've been hunted, had pople..."try to get my attention." It's pretty wierd stuff. One of the main reasons I keep a dream journal is for story ideas...can't get better ones than the ones your mind cooks up for entertainment while yous leep, but sometimes these get downright wierd.
Then...something wierd happened Tuesday Night/Wednesday morning. I was talking with a friend when I noticed a flicker in the corner of my eye. Normall, the hallway into the Master Bedroom looks like People's Exhibit 1. Just your normal everyday house type area.
When I looked over, the flicker solidified into People's Exhibit #2. This is the closest I could get to recreating it in Paint Shop Pro. The door just kinda..."fell." It was gone real quick, but I just kinda figured it was eyestrain. And it went away mighty quickly.
About 30 minutes later, I'm typing along with a friend when that flicker comes back. This time, imagine a flicker light a neon light that is on the fritz...that kinda "bzzt bzzzzzzt bzt." This time I look into the hallway and see Exhibit #3...and it's flickering on and off. It's gone again as soon as I notice it.
Throughout the night, I see things in the hallway like lights, or "Black spots" flying around...the lights I could explain as seeing reflections off my glasses. The black ones, I couldn't explain.
Several other things happened that night, too. Funky things I won't ge tinto because, rereading this entry, I sound like a madwoman. And I'm quite sane. At least I like to think I'm sane for a 28 year old woman who plays videogames and writes about opwer crazed virtual immortals who play Earth like a marionette. You know, standard issue sanity.
So...what happened?
That night, I told someone The Dream. Whenever I tell the dream, wierd things happen...and usually I tell only a select few people. But now, just so I don't have to retype/retell the dream again, I'm putting it here AND in my Dream Journal. I'vehad this dream on and off since I was a litte little kid. And it came to me in parts, a lot like Aki's dreamin Final Fantasy (which was what got me in the mood to tell it that night). Except that it came to me in pieces as a kid...the first part was the only part of the dream I had for a ong time,then the second part was added and so on and so forth.
Whenever I tell the dream, my hackles get raised. TI's a pretty standard dream, but when I tell it, I just get INCREDIBLY cold, and shakey. Once I told the dream to Alison, and the end result was me being able to describe her room without being there. Another time I told it and I blew a lightbulb.
Oh, yeah, have I mentioned lightbulbs are going out at an alarming rate around here lately?
Looking back at this entry, just TWO MONTHS AGO, I wouldn't be writing this entry...I would more than likely have said I imagined it, or that there was just coincidence. Dunno no more.
Return on your investment, Erin?
Anyways, here's The Dream, written as if I was writing a story.
Comments and suggestions welcome.
PART ONE
The cavern is huge, with a mirror polished razor cut flat floor. A faint grey blue light emanates from the high arched cieling above, stretching so far above the top cannot be seen. Here Jenn sat, crosslegged on the floor, next to, of all things, a very conspicuously placed telephone booth. A mine cart with track was only a short walk away, the track leading into infinity.
The phone rang, shatternig the silence of the cavern with a cacophany of echoes, flying around the cavern. A bit shocked, Jenn got up, and answered the phone without saying a word. A heavily filtered voice flows from the reciever: "This is where we begin."
Robotically, Jenn walked to the minecart. pushed for momentum, and jumped in. The cart flies off into infinity.
PART TWO
The track swerved up and down, but never left or right. No curves, no turns, always dead straight. Never a feelng of falling, or flying, or a fear of falling out of the cart.
Within time, a small orange light appeared ahead, and after an eternity, filled Jenn's view. It was then, and only then, that Jenn flew...
PART THREE
...and then hit grass.
Jenn got up and cleaned the bits of grass off of herself, and turned around to find the minecart gone. Looking aruond, she made a mental note of where she was. The area seemed to be a grass covered flat peak of a huge mountain, the sides of which were very steep and dissapeared off into mist filled canyons miles away. The horizon was filled with outher such peaks as far as the eye could see, dark aganist the orange sky and setting sun.
A glint of reflection turned her head towards what looked to be a roof. Running towards it, Jenn realized it was not jus teh roof of a house, but the entire top story of a three story house, carved out of the mountain itself. With a reluctant sigh, she opened the door and walked in.
PART FOUR
The top floor of the house was completely glass walled, offering a spectacular view of the mountain peaks, and setting orange sun. The room was warm and inviting. In the center of the room, a spiral staircase led downwards into a more foreboding darkness.
Down a story, the room was much less inviting, and colder. Portruding rock made up the walls here, cool and damp to the touch, save for a small window looking out into the orange sky. The staircase continued down...
...where it ended. The last floor was made up of blurred mirrors, with very little reflection to be made out. All except for a small, but ornate mirror on one wall. Jenn loode in, and reflection that returned were not her own.
Stumbling backwards, Jenn backed into the exit, and left in fear.
PART FIVE
Walking outside, she looked up to see the mansion carved into the hillside, like some strange modern day Egyptian monument. The orange light of befoer had become blue, and with the blue, came the colors of the house. Light blue with white trim. Were it not carved miles above the surface of the earth, it might even be inviting.
The lawn of the mansion ended in a sheer cliff down the side of the mountain, but there was ample room around the house for small ornaments and tables. Walking around the side of the house, Jenn saw a line. And, again, robotically, got in line behind the three others.
At the head of the line was a podium, and an older woman leafed through papers behind it. Behind her was an open cellar door. No light pierced the doorway, and looking with was like looking into the backest ebony.
Looking up, the woman behind the podium called the first person in line. A young black boy of about five or six, wearing very little at all. The old woman bent down, whispering in his ear and pointing towards the cellar door. Eagerly, he rushed down the steps as the darkenss enveloped him.
And then he screamed.
The second person in line, an adolescent American Indian woman in tribal dress looked at Jenn confused, but took her place in front of the podium, next in line.
As the old woman whispered in her ear, the young native walked to the cellar. Looking back, she cautiously walked down into the black.
And then she screamed.
The third woman in line, an older fair haired woman in cronline walked up to the podium, visibly shaking. Looking back at Jenn, the terror was written across her face. The old woman whispered to the heavily dressed young woman, and pointed her down to the cellar. The woman halted, frozen like a deer waiting for a lion to pounce, but after a visible sigh, she resigned herself to the cellar. She softly walked down into the depth.
And then she screamed.
Jenn walked up to the podium, and the darkness beyind filled her with dread, but a sense of resolve and purpose. So it was a strange surprise when the woman whispered in her ear "It's okay. You can leave. Just DON'T look back."
Jenn was confused, but eager to leave the scene of what seemedd to be three horrible deaths. She ran to the edge of the mansion, but before she tirned the corner...she looked back.
The podium was gone, the woman was gone, but the cellar doors were wide open.
And a bloodcurdling growl came from within the cellar..
PART SIX
Running around the corner, Jenn pressed her back to the mansion, and closed her eyes. And her back became warm. And then burned. She pulled away from the house to see the whole house was on fire, and the mountains around her burning. The air was hot and filled with smoke, and overhead smoke covered the sky.
And was that her imagination, or were there SOMETHINGS flying over the cloud layer? The world burned. Jenn sat crosslegged on the lawn, crying, waiting for the firestorm to take her, when a hand touched her shoulder.
PART SEVEN
Scared, Jenn recoiled at the touch on her shoulder, and came face to face with a woman wearing some sort of face plate and heavy coat. Her face was lit blue behind the mask, and her smile was one of pure beauty. Turning around, Jenn looked back into the burning sky, and saw more shapes flying overhead, leaving shadows on the smoke layer. Until one broke through, aimed right at her.
As the thing hit Jenn, she did not feel fear, or shock, or terror. But was filled with peace and joy when it killed her.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah.
IT'S PARANORMAL NIGHT AT THE DOLARI HOUSEHOLD!
Thingies have been mighty wierd as of late. Wether that's a good thing or not, I don't know. Mainly, if you read my last few dreams, you'll realize my head is being pretty wierd with me right now. I've been told to stop reading books, I've been hunted, had pople..."try to get my attention." It's pretty wierd stuff. One of the main reasons I keep a dream journal is for story ideas...can't get better ones than the ones your mind cooks up for entertainment while yous leep, but sometimes these get downright wierd.Then...something wierd happened Tuesday Night/Wednesday morning. I was talking with a friend when I noticed a flicker in the corner of my eye. Normall, the hallway into the Master Bedroom looks like People's Exhibit 1. Just your normal everyday house type area.
When I looked over, the flicker solidified into People's Exhibit #2. This is the closest I could get to recreating it in Paint Shop Pro. The door just kinda..."fell." It was gone real quick, but I just kinda figured it was eyestrain. And it went away mighty quickly.
About 30 minutes later, I'm typing along with a friend when that flicker comes back. This time, imagine a flicker light a neon light that is on the fritz...that kinda "bzzt bzzzzzzt bzt." This time I look into the hallway and see Exhibit #3...and it's flickering on and off. It's gone again as soon as I notice it.
Throughout the night, I see things in the hallway like lights, or "Black spots" flying around...the lights I could explain as seeing reflections off my glasses. The black ones, I couldn't explain.
Several other things happened that night, too. Funky things I won't ge tinto because, rereading this entry, I sound like a madwoman. And I'm quite sane. At least I like to think I'm sane for a 28 year old woman who plays videogames and writes about opwer crazed virtual immortals who play Earth like a marionette. You know, standard issue sanity.
So...what happened?
That night, I told someone The Dream. Whenever I tell the dream, wierd things happen...and usually I tell only a select few people. But now, just so I don't have to retype/retell the dream again, I'm putting it here AND in my Dream Journal. I'vehad this dream on and off since I was a litte little kid. And it came to me in parts, a lot like Aki's dreamin Final Fantasy (which was what got me in the mood to tell it that night). Except that it came to me in pieces as a kid...the first part was the only part of the dream I had for a ong time,then the second part was added and so on and so forth.
Whenever I tell the dream, my hackles get raised. TI's a pretty standard dream, but when I tell it, I just get INCREDIBLY cold, and shakey. Once I told the dream to Alison, and the end result was me being able to describe her room without being there. Another time I told it and I blew a lightbulb.
Oh, yeah, have I mentioned lightbulbs are going out at an alarming rate around here lately?
Looking back at this entry, just TWO MONTHS AGO, I wouldn't be writing this entry...I would more than likely have said I imagined it, or that there was just coincidence. Dunno no more.
Return on your investment, Erin?
Anyways, here's The Dream, written as if I was writing a story.
Comments and suggestions welcome.
PART ONE
The cavern is huge, with a mirror polished razor cut flat floor. A faint grey blue light emanates from the high arched cieling above, stretching so far above the top cannot be seen. Here Jenn sat, crosslegged on the floor, next to, of all things, a very conspicuously placed telephone booth. A mine cart with track was only a short walk away, the track leading into infinity.
The phone rang, shatternig the silence of the cavern with a cacophany of echoes, flying around the cavern. A bit shocked, Jenn got up, and answered the phone without saying a word. A heavily filtered voice flows from the reciever: "This is where we begin."
Robotically, Jenn walked to the minecart. pushed for momentum, and jumped in. The cart flies off into infinity.
PART TWO
The track swerved up and down, but never left or right. No curves, no turns, always dead straight. Never a feelng of falling, or flying, or a fear of falling out of the cart.
Within time, a small orange light appeared ahead, and after an eternity, filled Jenn's view. It was then, and only then, that Jenn flew...
PART THREE
...and then hit grass.
Jenn got up and cleaned the bits of grass off of herself, and turned around to find the minecart gone. Looking aruond, she made a mental note of where she was. The area seemed to be a grass covered flat peak of a huge mountain, the sides of which were very steep and dissapeared off into mist filled canyons miles away. The horizon was filled with outher such peaks as far as the eye could see, dark aganist the orange sky and setting sun.
A glint of reflection turned her head towards what looked to be a roof. Running towards it, Jenn realized it was not jus teh roof of a house, but the entire top story of a three story house, carved out of the mountain itself. With a reluctant sigh, she opened the door and walked in.
PART FOUR
The top floor of the house was completely glass walled, offering a spectacular view of the mountain peaks, and setting orange sun. The room was warm and inviting. In the center of the room, a spiral staircase led downwards into a more foreboding darkness.
Down a story, the room was much less inviting, and colder. Portruding rock made up the walls here, cool and damp to the touch, save for a small window looking out into the orange sky. The staircase continued down...
...where it ended. The last floor was made up of blurred mirrors, with very little reflection to be made out. All except for a small, but ornate mirror on one wall. Jenn loode in, and reflection that returned were not her own.
Stumbling backwards, Jenn backed into the exit, and left in fear.
PART FIVE
Walking outside, she looked up to see the mansion carved into the hillside, like some strange modern day Egyptian monument. The orange light of befoer had become blue, and with the blue, came the colors of the house. Light blue with white trim. Were it not carved miles above the surface of the earth, it might even be inviting.
The lawn of the mansion ended in a sheer cliff down the side of the mountain, but there was ample room around the house for small ornaments and tables. Walking around the side of the house, Jenn saw a line. And, again, robotically, got in line behind the three others.
At the head of the line was a podium, and an older woman leafed through papers behind it. Behind her was an open cellar door. No light pierced the doorway, and looking with was like looking into the backest ebony.
Looking up, the woman behind the podium called the first person in line. A young black boy of about five or six, wearing very little at all. The old woman bent down, whispering in his ear and pointing towards the cellar door. Eagerly, he rushed down the steps as the darkenss enveloped him.
And then he screamed.
The second person in line, an adolescent American Indian woman in tribal dress looked at Jenn confused, but took her place in front of the podium, next in line.
As the old woman whispered in her ear, the young native walked to the cellar. Looking back, she cautiously walked down into the black.
And then she screamed.
The third woman in line, an older fair haired woman in cronline walked up to the podium, visibly shaking. Looking back at Jenn, the terror was written across her face. The old woman whispered to the heavily dressed young woman, and pointed her down to the cellar. The woman halted, frozen like a deer waiting for a lion to pounce, but after a visible sigh, she resigned herself to the cellar. She softly walked down into the depth.
And then she screamed.
Jenn walked up to the podium, and the darkness beyind filled her with dread, but a sense of resolve and purpose. So it was a strange surprise when the woman whispered in her ear "It's okay. You can leave. Just DON'T look back."
Jenn was confused, but eager to leave the scene of what seemedd to be three horrible deaths. She ran to the edge of the mansion, but before she tirned the corner...she looked back.
The podium was gone, the woman was gone, but the cellar doors were wide open.
And a bloodcurdling growl came from within the cellar..
PART SIX
Running around the corner, Jenn pressed her back to the mansion, and closed her eyes. And her back became warm. And then burned. She pulled away from the house to see the whole house was on fire, and the mountains around her burning. The air was hot and filled with smoke, and overhead smoke covered the sky.
And was that her imagination, or were there SOMETHINGS flying over the cloud layer? The world burned. Jenn sat crosslegged on the lawn, crying, waiting for the firestorm to take her, when a hand touched her shoulder.
PART SEVEN
Scared, Jenn recoiled at the touch on her shoulder, and came face to face with a woman wearing some sort of face plate and heavy coat. Her face was lit blue behind the mask, and her smile was one of pure beauty. Turning around, Jenn looked back into the burning sky, and saw more shapes flying overhead, leaving shadows on the smoke layer. Until one broke through, aimed right at her.
As the thing hit Jenn, she did not feel fear, or shock, or terror. But was filled with peace and joy when it killed her.
