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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 11:13 am
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Even though she was in a new and unfamiliar territory Mahdi had no trouble falling asleep. To her, the unfamiliar was welcome and presented very little threat. The dreams that came to her though, were not her own. She dreamt in the same fashion as she lived in the waking realm. An eternal wanderer, she'd roam the dreamscapes restlessly until the the sun rose.
As a trespasser she was rarely noticed by the dreamer. Even those who could see her rarely payed her any mind, forgetting the glowing presence by the time they woke. Those who remembered her, rarely put any significance in her strange but somehow familiar form.
She herself rarely understood the meaning of what she saw. Even though she'd glance the occasional familiar face, it was even rarer for her to be able to identify the dreamer who's vision she was spying on.
As she wandered that night she came across a young filly, discussing with her father the rather serious matter of how fast exactly a rabbit could fly. The strange image of a hallowed out and bloody chest in which only the lungs still remained, breathing in and out slowly. Several dreams of running though the plains. One of falling down from a cliff. And then....
Blood. Screams. The visions flitted to and fro as if the dreamer himself was interfering. She tried to move on but found her self drawn back again and again. This was rare. It was only when the dreamer was experiencing strong emotions for their dream that she ever had this difficulty.
Sometimes, if the dream was of a lover or a child, she didn't mind. It was pleasant soothing. This one though was violent and the few scenes she could make sense of made her sick to her stomach. She wouldn't be able to continue like this for long.
She stepped forward, looking for the dreamer. Who was it? Usually the dreamer was central to the dream. But here... she couldn't understand it. The dreamer was divided, shifting in a frantic and haphazard manner. She couldn't focus on him, which left only one option, he would have to focus on her.
She stood her ground amidst the chaos and closed her eyes. Her mouth moved. At first no sound came out, but she chanted her mantra, repeating it over and over until it grew from the smallest of whispers to a booming voice that was all but impossible to ignore. Still chanting she opened her eyes and turned, looking once again for the dreamer.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2009 11:38 am
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 12:25 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 6:57 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 11:01 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 2:12 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 9:21 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 10:03 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 9:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 7:15 am
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