Sorry it's been so long since I posted here: it's a mix of having nothing I want to say at a given time and totally forgetting this blog existed. I guess I should give an update on my life right now, but I don't feel like it. Some other time.
Anyway, I had an interesting dream last night and I thought I'd copy Ari and make a blog post of it.
I stumbled across this ancient city place with relics of technology and magic everywhere. Allen was there with me, but he mostly just walked with me. We came upon a black gate eventually, twisted black iron with one of the hinges broken. Outside is a vast manse- green gardens and flowers stretched out into the great estate. For a moment I thought it had to be some magic of the old city, for I could not fathom that something this ancient could be so easily accessible, or that people could have found it and not told the world.
In a moment I heard a noise, and saw two groups of people approaching either side of the gate. They had the appearance of being some sort of religious procession; their clothes were similar to those of Christian leaders. I instinctively knew I didn't want these people to find me- that they would not want news of this place to reach the outside. But if I moved now it would be obvious. I gestured to Allen to follow my lead and became a breathing and blinking doll, hiding in the city's magic.
The groups stopped almost next to me, and briefly discussed the novelty of such a thing, but were too sure of themselves to notice it was an act. They spoke of things not for my ears, obviously secret things that didn't fully make sense to me. The groups then joined and went deeper into the city. One person stayed behind, however, a tortured looking girl who was either curious about the doll or suspicious I wasn't one. She gave me a few kicks and such as if to reassure I wasn't alive, and I acted it perfectly. Convinced, she hits, bites, hugs, talks to me for what seems like hours in ways I know she'd never do if she wasn't alone, but needed to get out. Eventually she speaks of something that's still fuzzy in my head, but makes me stop acting.
I talk to her, erase all her old loyalties and MAKE her my ally. I offer her the change in herself she so badly wants, and symbolizing this I change her very body. Without ever thinking it's strange, I slide my fingers into her body and reshape it: her flesh and bones no more than putty in my hands. I make the contours of her face and body more pronounced, giving her elfin and primal seeming features. In the end she only resembles a human. Then I wake up.
Kinda fucked up, no?
