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 Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 11:51 am
The first part was dark. It was pitch dark and silent, as if the world were waiting for something to happen. Then bright neon lights flared, lighting up the stage they were on, and coating the gigantic black skinned male standing at the mic with garish colors.
The crowd roared, the music started, and Chris... Chris just sat there, looking out at the imaginary crowd for a moment before he reached up and grabbed the mic.
This was a dream, he knew. But damn was it fun!
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 11:59 am
She found herself standing at the back of a crowd, pressed against a wall. There was silence. Darkness. A pregnant pause. And then the lights came up suddenly and a great roar of noise made Galleai cringe, covering her ears against the screaming of the crowd.
The shouts died down quickly enough, though, as the figure on the stage opened his mouth and began to sing. Oh... that was nice. That was very nice. Gal stood on her tiptoes to try and glimpse the dreamer from back where she stood, but all she made out was a dark hulking figure on the stage.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 12:19 pm
His duel voices rose, warring with each other one moment, then supporting each other the next. It was the ultimate rock concert, much like the one he had seen Ash do, but--
His voice broke, cracking on a note so violently that it made the speakers wail in complaint. The crowd started to boo, throwing things at him before storming off.
Soon there was no one but Gal in the audience.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 12:26 pm
It took her only a moment to recognize this dream. A variation she had seen many times before with many different dreamers. Though she didn't know if it were fear or something else that made this particular dreamer's voice crack.
The crowd had dissapeared. Galleai stood alone in the dark looking up at the stage and then a soft light illuminated her, her white toga glimmering as if set with sequins. She started padding on bare-feet towards the stage looking up at him. "Don't stop." Her voice was soft, but as it was the only sound in the place it was certainly audible.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 12:31 pm
He looked down at her, snorting slightly. "You're not part of this dream, are you?" he asked, not quite talking into the mic. He was shadowed now, looking even darker than he usually did. But he didn't seem to notice it.
"See, this dream goes like this. I start singing, my voice cracks, everyone leaves, then Acheron comes on stage and blows me out of the water. But hell, he's had thousands and thousands of years to learn how to, so I can't even complain about it."
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 12:38 pm
Shrugging, her toga throwing off a blinding shower of sparkles, Galleai concentrated for a moment. She'd gotten stronger in her dreamwalking, strong enough to sometimes elicit little changes. For example...
"No, it's just you tonight." She said with a small smile. "Will you please keep singing?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 12:43 pm
He looked at her, pulling a cigar out of his pocket and lighting it up with a metal lighter. "You play with people's dreams often?" he asked. "I mean, seems a bit dangerous, if you ask me. Especially when people remember the dreams afterward. Come up here, would you? It's always hard to see people on the other side of the stage lights."
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 12:50 pm
Gal's eyes narrowed suspiciously. But, it was only a dream after all. Unable to resist, one moment she was standing on the dirty floor in front of the stage and the next she was standing on the stage, head cocked to one side as she regarded Chris. "Are you this big when you're awake?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 12:53 pm
He looked down, mentally counting how many feet long he was. "Seven... eight, nine... yeah, this is about right," he said. "Although I might have grown when I wasn't paying attention," he admitted. "You're what, a dreamwalker?" he asked. He took a long drag off of his smoke, looking at her curiously. "Do you cause good dreams or bad?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 1:02 pm
"I don't cause any kind of dreams." Galleai said, watching him curiously. This was the first time ever that a dreamer had recognized her for what she was. It made her feel strange, but not necessarily in a bad way. "The dreamer has good dreams or bad dreams." She shrugged. "If it's bad sometimes I try to make it better, though."
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 1:16 pm
"And you could probably make it worse, too, couldn't you?" he asked calmly. There was almost amusement in his duel voices as he blew out a stream of smoke. It seemed to change colors as it went higher, gray to green to purple, to pink.
"What happens when you just don't like the b*****d doing the dreaming, huh?" he asked her. "You must be pretty strong. Unless you're on Zard, too. You on Zard? Or are you on Gaia? Or Earth or somewhere else?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 1:24 pm
She thought about this. "I could make it worse, yes." Her brow furrowed a little bit. "If I wanted to. But..." She shrugged and trailed off to answer the other part of his question instead. "I'm asleep in the coven house. On Gaia. Where is Zard? Is that where you're sleeping?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 1:28 pm
"Yeah, that's where I'm sleeping," he said as he acknowledged the implications of this fact. "It's a long a** way from Gaia, which means you're pretty strong. Let me guess, you're a cabbage kid, aren't you." It wasn't even really a question. Somehow this little dream was turning sides, and Chris was the one trying to get into her head instead of the other way around.
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 1:47 pm
Smiling crookedly, Gal sat on a stool that hadn't been there a moment ago and nodded. "Yes, I came from a cabbage." She really didn't mind the fifth degree, it was almost like having a friend in the waking world she could talk to, but in the dreamlands. Chris seemed to be a very lucid dreamer. It was kind of nice. "I came from a cabbage, I'm a dreamwalker and I live in the coven house. Thats really all there is." She shrugged a little and looked at him expectantly. "What about you?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 1:59 pm
"I'm a cabbage kid, too," he said. "I live on Earth but go to school on Gaia, and I've got about as much spiritual ability as a rock, but I can lift a hell of a lot more than most." He shrugged. "See, like you can make dreams worse, I figure I can make life worse for people, if I'm not careful."
He seemed to be enjoying his smoke, because the end glowed an eerie red color. "You gotta think about this kind of stuff, you know? Since you're different." It sounded almost as if he was talking to himself as well as her.
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