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 Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 7:40 pm
 Type: Nightmare
Gender: Male
Dreamer: Abel Jensen
Gravrill and their owner belong to The Voice of Time. Please do not post in this journal without their permission.
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 7:42 pm
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1.2.14 :: A visit has changed the path of the Dreamer's life. (Gravrill is now a Bound Catcher!)
12. 19. 13. :: A Dream Catcher is found! (Gravrill has become the Nightmare of the journal!)
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 7:44 pm
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"Who?"
However, you don't stay in the dark for long, but that may not be a good thing. The weather had become more extreme, no matter how much the entity of your dreams tries to calm them. A growing sense of fear comes with the attachment to the spirit, and you begin to question the blurring line between reality and fantasy. Though, is there even a fantasy here? Everything is so harsh, so cold and painful. And sometimes these things follow you, back into the once warm and welcoming world. But now everything is cold, everything is out to get you. There's an increasing paranoia due to the mischievous behavior of the poltergeist, yet you try to hide it. It's hard to mask those quick glances around to make sure nothing is going to attack you, even if you are aware it only happens in your dreams. He's not there when your eyes are open, but yet you feel even less safe then. Perhaps it's the impossibility to tell the difference now between what's real and what's not, and that drives you insane.
But you can keep up the collected facade,
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 7:46 pm
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Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Danish, Dutch
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 138 lbs
Personality: An intellectual at heart, but also someone that doesn't know how to finish what he started. He can gather all the evidence or information necessary to solve a problem but just can't seem to put it all together. He's very calm and tries to be a mediator in any stressful situation. He tends to have a thing for adventure and enjoys exploring things in full, though that may tend to wind him up in more trouble than one could expect for someone like him to end up in.
History:
Born and raised in a loving family, Abel really had nothing to worry about. His life was simple and perfect, like is pretty much has always been. There was no need to ever complain about anything due to how well he had it in life, though that doesn't mean he doesn't have a story to tell.
His parents both work well-paying jobs, landing the young boy in a nice and comfortable home for most of his life into young adulthood. His father is an inspector and his mother a nurse, so it's not hard to tell that the boy would be able to be provided with any necessities in his life. And given the conditions he grew into well, thankfully the services required are covered. Perhaps his life wasn't as easy as first suggested, since multiple medical complications ever so slowly began to consume the man's life, along with a certain special guest. But let's save that for the end, shall we?
The first complication that was noticed very early on was the intense phobia for birds that young Abel seemed to have been born with, crying abruptly whenever catching sight of things as simple as a feather. It was almost as though the young child was instantaneously repulsed by such a sight, unable to do anything but merely scream in sheer fear of the sight. His parents however, unknowing of the fear, simply thought it to be allergies and thus tried to keep him away from such things. Granted it was somewhat of a fix to the situation, it wouldn't take long until the boy would yet again come face to face with the winged menace as there was no way to prevent natural encounters, causing breakdown after breakdown which finally triggered his parents to seek further help with those practiced in figuring out these things. There was no rational way to place why this had been occurring, the only thing that could be said being that Abel in fact had Ornithophobia. They would try to shelter the boy from any direct contact, eventually opting to home school the child with the best tutors that they could provide. All seemed well then, but this was only the beginning of the complications.
The second was something that came quickly and was unexpected, fast and unable to be stopped. And still, the boy was young, and unable to help himself from the fate that came to him that day. Abel had simply been wandering about idly, walking around on the second floor in search of entertainment that could finally end his bored state. There was nothing that could satisfy this need, so instead a thirst for adventure quickly roused the child into explore the house around him and find entertainment beyond the floor he was trapped on. Alas, a baby gate had always prevented escape, but that never meant that the barrier was to be permanent. So, figuring the idea to be 'perfect', young Abel had attempted to shake down the gate. gripping it with his small and frail hands. Little to his knowledge, however, the gate was never actually locked in place. In fact, there was no support, causing the object to quickly fall forward. But that wasn't the only thing to fall, as Abel soon came tumbling down afterwards and constantly knocked his head on both parts of the gates and the wooden stairs with fierce force. The parents thankfully were home, and had quickly brought their child to the Hospital where he was put into the ICU due to the extreme damage done. The damage was both physical and mental, permanently giving him both scars now hidden by his bangs and a lapse of memory and an incapability to complete things he finishes. What horrible things he would have to endure, horrible things that he was barely aware about as his parents have never fully told him the story. That, or he just forgot.
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 7:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 7:48 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 7:50 pm
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[JOURNAL] Afterthoughts & Premonitions
[JOURNAL] The First Steps...Towards Enlightenment?
[SOLO JOURNAL] What Do You Think?:: Gravrill ::[JOURNAL] The First Steps...Towards Enlightenment?
[SOLO JOURNAL] What Do You Think?:: Relationships :: //tumbleweed▇ ▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 7:50 pm
▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇▇ ▇ ▇  :: [JOURNAL] : Afterthoughts & Premonitions :: A door would gently creak, footsteps causing high pitched cries to come from the worn floorboards of the apartment. A sigh of anguish would be emitted, followed by the lazy sound of an object falling upon the bed. Springs would squeak, and the soft sounds of shuffling would gently reverberate about the room. But it's not like these things weren't happening, so the general and questioning way they were presented as should be forgotten entirely. In fact, everything previously mentioned was occurring right this instant, as the figure that owned this small part of the building was the one that caused this chain of events to take place. And now his tired, chestnut orbs rested warily on the cottage cheese ceiling, as if waiting for some sudden event to occur, but it never happened. Then again, why would anything special happen to the boy, something he wanted to happen?
Obviously his dreams were against this, and if something so trivial and once easily controlled had finally turned on him, then whose to say the world wasn't as well? In fact, perhaps it was turning on him right now.
He had once had faith, believing that this second visit was going to shine light on the World that was actually beginning to darken on him, a world that stole the darkness of rest and changed it to one of pain. The forces were shifting, and yet no matter how much he wanted to reach sureness he was only left running in circles with more and more questions, all brought upon by the one who was to lead him out of the tunnel of obstacles he faced. It was if he was brought to a 4-way path, blindfolded, spun around for a fair amount of time, and then told to choose the correct path. All while the blindfold was still on.
But, perhaps this was the problem, his negligence to the opportunities and events around him ultimately cutting off any sense of understanding of even the most spiritual of things that were slowly unfolding around him. Perhaps it was the sheltered lifestyle he lived, one that fated him prematurely to be left under a watchful eye and subliminally told which direction he should go in means of a career. A single moment that caused this all to happen, and still he was at fault. The blindfold was his doing, and there was no way to take it off.
No easy way at least
It would take a great amount of help to change his ways, though it would have to be administered in small 'pushes' for any effect to begin to show. And, though he didn't know it, maybe Granny Spiderlegs was the one pushing, the one who tried to open the adamant boy's mind to a newer world slowly forming around him, one where one does not grieve or feel sorrowful, where one doesn't need to be happy. A world...one where people only dream. And maybe he was realizing this, after all the recent argument meeting with the elder was beginning to show him that the dreams he'd been having were unable to be explained by any worldly methods, that he was being visited by a spirit. And despite how he tried to deny it, there was no other explanation, no way to know that he truly wasn't just going insane.
A slip of the blindfold, a glance into reality. Maybe he should just try to go along with things...after all nothing bad was happening. And Granny had said that this spirit wasn't one that was too violent. A blessing? Perhaps. After all for one to take the form of a nightmare and yet not be as bad as one normally could...maybe this was a good thing? And what's more, as the boy was able to finally take steps forwards, perhaps he would be able to actually meet and befriend the one that stood at the other end of the blizzard; the one that was either changing his life for better or for worse. After all, not every force in the world was one of trouble or danger, and this was definitely a gift.
A soft zip suddenly sounded, the sound shifting into a warm coat ending in a sigh. Boots were carefully worked on, carefully pulling over the straps in order to fasten them tightly so they wouldn't slip off. Warm gloves carefully came over his fingers, giving a careful wiggle as a smile pulled onto his lips. Once again he went to lay on his bed, hazel eyes staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. It would only take a moment now...before the curious orbs would slowly flutter to sleep. A world would then form, a new place that varied greatly from the waking world that nature would normally take its course; A new adventure with a great prize at the end of the journey.
And this time, he would be able to see a little more clearly
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 5:56 pm
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And now that situation was getting right back at you.
Though we have been saying that this is all simply an 'example', this is all a very real situation. This winter war was still raging on, but it seems to have gotten worse ever since the steps were made and what was being looked for was found. And much to your apparent horror, it wasn't what was expected. After all, no one would want to see a large winged spirit in their sleep, especially no one like you. For one that loved adventure and wanted to try and see this through to the end, this has probably convinced you otherwise. Perhaps it is better to stay away from the beast that haunts your dreams, from the nightmare that got you stuck in the situation. Perhaps this 'Granny' was wrong after all, maybe it would be better for you to merely pretend like nothing is wrong and go on with your daily life. After all it's probably much better then these wickedly terrible 'rests' you can't help but have. But, even if there might be some other remedy to this illness of sleep, you keep coming back, for this is truly some sick infatuation that you have for the dream. Or nightmare? Or both? It doesn't matter, and it's never mattered to you. The feeling of adrenaline, the rush you've probably gotten from finding that one thing is all you ever needed, and now you're back. It's almost an addiction, though you yourself are probably much too stubborn or naïve to know or admit any better. Perhaps there is something wrong with you?
Oh well, for none of this is my own jurisdiction anymore. I'm just a spirit myself after all, so I guess i'll never know.
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I mean, it was never as bad as it seemed. Or well, once I tried to man up and face my fears. Sure, there was always the sense of uncertainty, and there still is. Even now I can't help but freeze up and feel like something's caught in my throat whenever it appears, only to miss the chance to speak with what I assume is a him as he always manages to escape just before I can muster the courage. But the fact that a nightmare runs from it's dreamer, well isn't that strange? I mean, I always thought it would be the other way around, that I would be afraid and i'd run, while he chases me down. But now, it seems like I have taking the standing of predator and have to hunt down the one that created this realm, only to come up short every time. No matter how long, how hard I search for him, it never seems to work.
Have I done something wrong?
I'm not one to analyze something so controversial as a dream, but perhaps it's about time I try and figure out things on my own and not always rely on Granny. So, let's look at what I know for a fact. The spirit is in fact some sort of aerial specie, and judging by the call i'd always hear perhaps an owl? There's too much lore about them to be sure, but from what I know they are usually beings of great intelligence...maybe I've offended him with my pure stupidity. Haha, nice one. No, that's not it. Maybe he just wants to be alone...? I mean after all, with such a difficult to navigate landscape that was provided maybe he didn't actually want to be discovered, but ever since the first meeting it's been quite hard to not find him. It's like he's deliberately making this hard, or perhaps fate does not want to break the beginning connection for once. Either way, I find it hard to stay away anyway. How would you feel discovering something as groundbreaking as this? Exactly.
I thought this would be easy, that once I found that I was looking for everything would be answered. And now, even in the waking world, I can't help but feel drained from trying to think over all the possibilities after being left with more questions than answers. I know there's more to this, but I can't figure this all out on my own. And with a spirit not too keen on making any kind of acquaintance with me well, i'm pretty much left at a dead end all over again. It's just restless night after restless night, and thankfully I live on my own now or my parents would probably send me off to some psychiatrist. Oh, but it doesn't mean that everything is ok or better. There are always problems, problems that are much more real than dealing with a silly spirit. After all, I can't remember the last time I paid the gas bill! Soon enough, my own living space will become a winter storm...how ironic is that. And there's even more curious happenings now in the waking world, like how it always seems like my dream catcher just so happens to appear near my doorway..as if he's still trying to get away from me, physically and mentally.
There's nothing I can do now but wait for him to be more accepting...or perhaps I should accept him first? I mean I really honestly haven't...though what would I know about how this will affect our relationship?
I'm just a human after all, not some roaming spirit. This is never my jurisdiction in the end.
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 9:31 pm
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It never did after all.
Soon enough, the anticipated event occurred, a huge cloud of snow being cast into the sky as the two figures collided and tumbled about, resulting in a foreign figure ending up above the other, large appendages outstretched as a menacing glare was cast down. There was no sound when the attack occurred, just the impact that had led to this moment. Cold hands wrapped around the teen's neck, though their grip was much more gentle than one would expect, a choked sigh of relief coming from the dreamer. But, just as the relief was felt, a sudden shift in pressure left the man gasping for air, fear building into a panicked expression. A moment of doubt had begun, only to once again fade when the hands were this time completely removed. Wings beated for a moment, only to slowly fold onto the strange figure's back as he stared at the other with the same look of anger. But, regardless of the displeasure and stale mood that was present, the dreamer couldn't help but utter a chuckle, giving a slightly pained smile as he rubbed the front of his neck. "Really had me going there...I actually thought that you were going to go through with it this time...~! Ah, thankfully you held yourself back." However the spirit was still not amused, scoffing at the male as he wrinkled his nose. "Holding back for now is more likely. The fact that you can be so impudent and make it this far in life is shocking, even to one of such a magnitude of intellect as my own. Know that, however, my hostility isn't all it seems, though it'd be great if you could at least take a hint on occasion and just leave me alone. It is not favorable that I must always disguise my presence and endanger us both due to your adamant behavior. What, do you really think I enjoy causing all this chaos? A soft rustle sounded then, the male staring at the other for a moment before shrugging.
"Well, I never really knew if this whole thing was in fact your doing, mainly considering how initially I was unsure of your own existence. However I have had time to think about it and pretty much figured the storms were intentional...though still I thought you actually enjoyed letting me freeze to death. It seems like a rather stereotypical characteristic of a Nightmare, and so stupidly I followed it. Though...i'm starting to even doubt if you truly even are evil in nature...misunderstood sure...but even you yourself admit that you don't even enjoy the 'chaos' that comes from this...there must be some reason as to why you have been characterized as such." Another pause ensued, only to be ended by a click of the tongue. "It all has to do with the dreamer and oneiroi. Depending on which type that ends up manifesting the dream, it can only take the smallest dislike, fear, or hatred towards something that either ends us up being perceived as the best or the worst. Much like your unfortunate reality of how you go about and judge your own species. It all the same, no matter where you go or how far you travel. In the end, it's the selfishness in one's heart and indifference or narrow minds towards understanding what is around them that ultimately shapes their corrupt paradigms. Pity really, not like I can always go about always expressing the displeasure though. Then i'd be a hypocrite as I do the same."
An undeniable fact, something that bothered Abel and didn't settle with him well. But there was no way of really getting around any of it, considering that he knew the other would have an already developed retort of his own. The cold was still chilling him to the bone, but he wasn't going to just sit there in silence. "You can't expect any different, though. No one can be so perfect that they are accepting of everything and everyone. That isn't how things work...which is the sad truth." A sigh, lips slowly pulling down as a frown took over his expression. "Sucks doesn't it?" The spirit nodded, sitting back finally and no longer crouching before the other. A finger idly played in the snow, making small designs only for a breeze to make the powdery snow fall back into the indents. A look overhead would show the completely blocked off sky by clouds, shedding shadows throughout the land. But, despite the constant overcast, not a single tree seemed to be affected. They still stood tall and strong, leaves firm on the branched they grew out of. It was always a beautiful sight, or would be if Abel had actually paid more attention to his surroundings. Not like he could with the wind always lashing at his eyes, but that wasn't the point. "It's quite wonderful here as well...to think you've been holding out on me by hiding all of this with your ridiculous storms..." The words did catch Gravrill's attention, a blank glance being cast on the surroundings before giving a small shrug. I need something to provide me company. I can't always depend on you and your outrageous searches." Abel had chuckled when he heard that, grinning at the other for a moment before looking back out. "Well, I should be heading off soon which means you can enjoy your trees all you want."
"...Joy.
"Hey, I can always stick around if you wa--"
"Would you like a grand band to escort you out? It'd be my pleasure. Come now, you should be waking up soon. Wouldn't want to keep you too long as I absolutely adore your company."
"Pfft, more like abhor."
With that the male stood up, dusting off his clothes of all the snow that clutched onto it. Ah, what a mess...though thankfully none of this would follow him into the real world. Soon enough he'd wake warm and cozy in the very clothes he wore now, tucked away under a thick blanket and ready, for the most part, for the next day ahead. Slowly his person began to fade, becoming ever so slowly transparent to the spirit that sat and stared. But, before the male was completely gone, one more line was said.
"Hey, next time I come back we should talk again about things... like what do you think about your own existence? I'm very curious."
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 6:27 pm
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Though perhaps that was due to the absence of the other's actual eyes themselves? Abel had never considered that reality...though then again, what really was real here?
There was always a vivid sense of feeling when it same to the nightmares he had, the lashing of wind and the frostbite from the cold. In fact, sometimes it was cold to a point where it felt like his own skin was burning from pain but, that never kept him away. Sometimes, bits of that pain would stay with him in the waking world, but never for too long. It was mainly that fact that made the situation debatable, though perhaps he shouldn't linger on the thought for too long. After all, any further dwindling around was going to make him late.
Carefully finding his way around the hills of snow and occasionally hiding behind a mound when a gust would try to bring him down, Abel managed to get to the usually meeting place that was marked by the obvious indent in the snow left by numerous pounce-related encounters. Perhaps he was somewhat of a training dummy to the spirit? It made sense with the different 'approaches' the hybrid owl would take every time, though that would only lead to the human always being extremely scared if not having a panic attack on the spot. In fact, Gravrill should be here any minute...
...
"Any second now..."
...
"Well that's strange--"
However, the confusion was short-lived, its end marked by a flurry of snow bursting up from beneath him as he was suddenly grabbed from-- underneath himself? The spirit, now out of his snow cover, had successfully managed to come up from under the mound and tackle the human from behind, ending in Abel having his arms pinned rather painfully behind his back as Gravrill gave a malicious grin.
"Got you, again"
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