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 Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 7:51 am
Her father was "first"...meaning more than just a dream. More than the contents of his lucid form. If he was not quite dream or nightmare, perhaps both and neither...what restrictions did that entail? Did he even know?
She was concerned for her parent. He had called her his brightest, but she did not feel all that able at the moment. She had made a royal mess of her relationships and had weakened what should have been strong. Her father had needed them in control and working together, and she had not fulfilled that need.
How much danger had she exposed them all to by her indescretion?
Turning, she flapped quickly towards home. Intent on correcting things as quickly as possible. She would do what was needed to protect the new court and fulfill her parents' blessing of strength and brightness.
(done)
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 7:52 am
"Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?"
Despite popular know-how...wherefore does not mean "where" as in location. Wherefore means why.
Why are you Romeo. Why are you of that family? Why must you be an enemy?
Juliet laments as to why Romeo is who he is...something that she cannot or rather, SHOULD not love. A fruitless romance, bound for tragedy. Something that should be a beautiful and immortal thing...instead turned ugly by strife and outside interference. A furtive thing that is never to bloom.
Wherefore art thou...
I've been reading through Shakespeare recently, talking aloud with the group about me listening in. When Reaper asked what it was that Juliet was saying, it took me a moment to recall what he was inquiring about. When I explained this to him, he merely looked at me and acknowledged that he understood very well Juliet's lament.
Of course he does. He's in love with a daydream. As impossible a feat as that of Romeo and Juliet finding marital bliss and a honeymoon in the carribeans...
*sigh* I wish there was something I could do...
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 7:53 am
Prox said the other night that Dreamer have the ability to enter Dream while awake. Apparently I was the only one really surprised by this as Mintaka seemed aware of that fact. Of course, Kittyboy fell asleep before I could get anything more useful out of him...like HOW one is supposed to do this...
*sigh*
It's vitally important for me to learn this, according to him, but I haven't any real clue where to even START...
Or rather...I have A clue. I should talk to Corinth.
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 7:56 am
The talk with Corinth went just about as expected. She said she would look in to it...and I wondered if she was going to look in to ME instead of the actual problem. I have the nagging itch that she already knows all the answers, and is just waiting to tell me about them when she's ready to.
That's paranoia for you. It's like having the Dali Lama as your companion. Or the Sphynx. . .
In other news, Shiloh hatched. She's more awkward than any Dream I have ever seen. Contrast sharply to Iuka, who is the most fluid and graceful. As graceful as anything that can walk on two sharp stilts could be called. It's odd watching them. Like watching twins...only they are definitely not. Shiloh, impatient and so hard on herself all the time, and Iuka, a deep pool of zen like quiet...
Now Im being weird. *sigh*
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Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2005 7:57 am
Salem worries me more often than not... I was cleaning up and around the room, and went to sweep under the bed, when he gave the most gods awful hiss and swept the dustbunnies into his wings. They floated and danced there like so many orbiting stars. I swear I was seeing things...except it's not the first time this has happened.
What kind of power does he have? I've wondered more than once, but this small display leaves the answer as enigmatic as ever...
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 5:00 pm
Iuka and Shiloh have grown. I have all grown up companions again. I have to say, I miss the awkwardness of their youthful stages and snuggly personalities. They get that expected independance when they grow up, leaving me feel rather rebuffed. Although there are so many about me right now that I can hardly complain. There's Corinth, Salem, Shiloh, Ophelia, Iuka, Reaper, Antietem now. My room is getting downright full with bodies!
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 5:19 pm
I wonder sometimes about the bond between Dreams and Dreamers. One of them has snapped, and a Dream turned Nightmare, going mad. It made me fear much that the same thing could happen to me or one of my own. The thought often bothers me, although Prox said that such things ... while they CAN happen, need some doing to accomplish. Dreams and Nightmares need so little of the emotion they feed from and that sustains them for a while. While they encourage behaviour that will create that emotion in their Dreamer, they don't always have to.
I admit, that night I made sure they were all tucked close to me, even Salem from under the bed would hiss comfortingly now and then. Or he would send a dustbunny minion tumbling from under the bed as proof he was still there. I guess it's a good thing I got such a big bed!
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 9:54 am
The sentinel had been quiet for some time, subdued and thoughtful. There was something on his mind that took some getting through, but get through he did.
Padding down to the living room, he found the Dreamer. Sitting beside her couch, he let her fondle his ears and scratch the spot he liked so well to be rubbed.
"Ophi sleeping?" She asked. It was rare that she was not with him, even when sleeping. He must not have wanted to disturb her. Or had other fish to fry.
*Yes* he answered. *I left her upstairs with Corinth and Iuka, she was curled up with them. I also wanted to speak with you.*
He noted that she did not look surprised as she nodded. He approved.
*You are going to the Library? I heard you make mention of that.*
"Eventually." She said. "Prox is a bit burdened right now, and Teratus is still not back. I don't know the way myself. I wanted to see if there were some way that we could help Prox out more." there was a slight hesitation "And...I wanted to ask also about the substance of Dreams"
*The...substance of Dreams?* He inquired.
"Yes." she answered. "I-" she stopped. She didn't want to raise false hopes. "There have been oddities in Dream I've seen. Dreams turning Nightmare, and Ephmere becoming a biped...It seems that whatever makes up Dream is malleable...I wanted to find out more about that."
She wanted to find a way to allow Ophelia more range of expression. To allow her to be able to express what was obvious in her actions.
"It could be...a dead end." she concluded softly. "But I wanted to look in to it."
*I would like to go with you.* he answered. *I have my own reasons for doing so, other than your protection. But there is that as well.*
He watched her nod again, and then briefly nosed her fingers that were cold with worry. The Dreamer fretted too much, too often.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 9:55 am
Things have been very quiet of late, or shall I instead say "stagnant" for in truth little has gone on of either import or non. It has made for an almost false sense of security. One that lulls us all into dangerous non thoughts. one that lulls us... not into dreams, but away from them.
And of course, that's the problem. When we lose the time and ability to dream, we lose precious time...precious moments that we could use.
It all moves so quickly. Time. Love. Life. It moves in and then moves on. Then it is gone. Never to return.
I have to find out a way to get Ophi and Reaper together. Before the precious time has run out.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 9:56 am
Chae sat quietly outside the residence of dreamers and let her head drop into her hands as she contemplated quietly and with no real joy the prospects before them all as a group.
She had to admit at this point that hopelessness had sunken deep within her, and she no longer had the will to root it out. The more she looked at the things around her, the less she found to hope in.
What was she even doing here anymore? Dream had become as totally alien to her as another planet entirely. The rooms she had once strode through with some comfort were now totally devoid of the warmth and love she had known at one time.
She supposed it had started when Arezou and Ephmere had been attacked. Certainly the chill that accompanied her when she walked past that room was a result of such. But honesty demanded that she admit even then the malaise had existed. It had merely been easier to ignore. It had actually started before then. As familiar faces faded away. People left and did not return. Even she now faced that same prospect.
Where did all the others go? Did they forget how to dream and hence lost the doorway? Or did something else happen? Was it merely an inevitability? Change is constant, so is time. Both would produce loss. Who really was there to give a damn anymore?
She was used to feeling helpless and without spirit in the real world. She had gotten used to not feeling that way here. Now it seemed that she truly was lost. Nothing around her was what it should be, and she could do nothing for it.
Where did dreamers go once dreams no longer had real meaning? There was the final sleep. The one that could never be woken from. The ultimate dream where angels and demons danced. That awaited all, disenchanted and enraptured alike. Her angels had rusted bells and serrated wings. Caricature harpies...not divinely inspired, just the afterthought of a deranged mind.
Her thoughts had become a wasteland where little grew. As a result, even her small family here had been subdued. Eden preened less, Salem sulked more quietly, Nothing chrrd in contentment. Reaper and Ophi kept largely to themselves. Khartoum and Jerico and Iuka fussed with Shiloh's tail in turns.
And Corinth watched her with a wise and concerned eye.
Today was no different then yesterday. It would be no different than tomorrow.
At least in that one instance she was wrong.
The paradox rippled through the area in the blink of a thought, ripping through the levels of consciousness as sand through a sifter. The quasi-physical forms of Chaeval and her dreams scattered to the ground as autumn leaves. Empty homes where no lights shone. Corinth had barely time to sqwak urgently to her sire before she too, was gone.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 9:57 am
[Latin paradoxum, from Greek paradoxon, from neuter sing. of paradoxos,
conflicting with expectation : para-, beyond; see para + doxa, opinion
(from dokein, to think).]
par�a�dox (par'?-doks') n.
1. A seemingly contradictory statement that may nonetheless be true:
the paradox that standing is more tiring than walking.
2. One exhibiting inexplicable or contradictory aspects: "The silence
of midnight, to speak truly, though apparently a paradox, rung in my
ears" (Mary Shelley).
3. An assertion that is essentially self-contradictory, though based
on a valid deduction from acceptable premises.
4. A statement contrary to received opinion.
5. A statement whose two parts seem contradictory yet make sense
with more thought.
In Dream, the concept of paradox deals not with words, but with the
world itself. One could philosophically argue that such is true in the
real world as well, but Chaeval was hardly in the mood for philosophy.
Or much else, truth to be told.
Alice had tumbled down a rabbit hole to Wonderland. The fall they had
taken seemed much, much longer. And infinitely more ominous. She was no innocent child chasing a cat.
Tumbling, twisting, buffeted she fell. Whether sideways, or down, or up, or some hitherto unknown direction she could not tell. But fall she did.
She could not tell for sure when it stopped. For even when completely still, there was a feeling of vertigo reminiscent of tumbling in nothing.
Eventually...she opened her eyes.
And frankly wished she had not.
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2007 9:58 am
Corinth lay in a heap upon what one could term the ground. If the ground was a manifestation of paradox...
in which case it was.
Sending out a tentative tendril of thought, she attempted to locate either her dreamer or any of the dream family that she belonged to. She failed. The very nature of where they were was resistant to any of her magics. Most of what one would attempt would fall back upon the sender.
Testing her wings and limbs she ascertained there was no real harm. Some stiffness and a little bit of wear about the edges, but nothing permanant or serious.
The challange now was to locate the others.
alighting into the air, she tested the sky for a moment as if doubtful she could fly, but her wings cupped the air easily and she lifted.
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