There are very few things that really, really matter to me. I know you probably don't really have much of a care about this (or do you? I mean, you are reading this. Are you just bored...?) Well, anyways. This is a bit of a silly entry I suppose, but I just wanted to write about this rediculous romantic thing I'd had in my mind when I was little. See, I used to dream about this guy with these very distinct, crazy beautiful blue eyes and dark hair. I always seemed to meet the same guy in all these different situations. He was usually with a bunch of guy friends, and I would get to know some of them. Namely this blonde chainsmoker who I call "Mr. Unpleasant". He was a reocurring theme in my dreams (the guy with blue eyes). At one point a boy-child who looked like him helped me run away from my parents. He grabbed a dusty old clock of an equally dusty old table, and pulled off one of the metal hands and gave it to me. "Here! Swallow this!" he warned me that once I ate it, there was no going back to my old life, but I swallowed it. My parents walked into the room, and didn't seem to see me. In another dream I helped him and all the other members of his group of friends escape on dolphins (weird, I know) away from a creepy child-slave camp. There wern't enough for me so I stayed behind. In another dream he was an older teen, and was rooming in a strange cluttered house with bad lighting, with Mr. Unpleasant and the other guys. I fell through their ceiling and Mr. Unpleasant thought I was a thief. He chased me through the house towards a door, and then the blue eyed guy walked through the door with a briefcase and these weird round sunglasses things. He wore a pinstripe suit, and I ran into him. He stopped Mr. Unpleasant and was like, "Now, now, now. Harassing young girls again, Mr. Unpleasant? That's no way to win over the ladies" or something like that. He was really kind of arrogant. I think there was someone behind him, too. I'm writing them into a story. The guy behind him is "Fetter", and the guy with the blue eyes is "Blackie" for now.
In the last dream I had about him, he was walking with a group of people into this white light and turned around momentarily, to look at me. He didn't believe anything I was trying to tell him, though I don't really remember the argument. He said something about reminding him of something, and that he was "the _____ of Dravair." Wtf is Dravair? It bothered me back then, because it was the first dream i'd had of him since the death-dream. The death-dream was a dream of him and myself dancing (looking through the eyes of a long black haired girl in a white dress) when he was shot in the back with an arrow. The guy who shot him told me "don't bother returning home". Very recently, I had a dream about a guy that was kind of like him, with the black haired girl, except I was the real me, and somehow I had gotten this journal with all these old entries by her. It turned out the notebook was a gift from him a long time ago. Though, for some reason, some of the entries hadn't happened yet... and yet it was an old notebook. The dates were all mixed up. I looked through the notebook and somehow managed to get into their house (weird, 'cuz they looked so young... and it was a nice house). They were sleeping in their bunkbed thing on the top bunk, and white sheets were hanging off the bed. There were games and books and spaghetti plates on the floor (Like last nights dinner, and random stuff). It was messy! N' there were clothes and stuff everywhere... and there was a wooden floor... yeah.. and big windows and a huge hallway. 0.0
Well, most importantly, there was the journal I had in my house, on the bed with them. I tried to get it, but stepped on a plate, and tried to get the journal still, but woke them up. They didn't seem TOO shocked I was in there, but still freaked out. Like any person would if they woke up to some strange teenager in their room, trying to steal stuff. They tried to get the journal back (and did), and it was apparently a gift from him to her. Then there was a scary old guy... out in the garden that I saw through the window. He was holding a bundle, and I thought I saw a shotgun. Well, I ran back into the living room. I started thinking of altering fate, because I thought something bad was going to happen. Though when I did, the whole place started shaking. EVERYTHING. There was a -BANG- and -rumblerumble- then I crouched down and covered my ears. I think the scary old guy in the garden might have seen me.
I ran into the living room and saw the couple preparing to dance. He fastened a gold gilded mask over his face while looking at me, and seeming to address me said: "You thinking of dancing without a mask on? We don't know each other that well, yet." Then he turned and began to dance with the other girl. I stepped back to watch them. They seemed to be in their own little world. I totally knew them both. I had always seen through her eyes, and had known him since I was little. I woke up a little while later.
For some reason, the most real dreams I have are with him or Mr. Unpleasant involved. I had a dream of dying and waking up in a cold white church, and I ran away and had to go through all these trials. This one guy, who looked like Mr. Unpleasant, but he was REALLY friendly, helped me. I didn't like him for some reason though. confused I dunno why. xD Well, in any case, he helped me, and I ended up at this place called the "Abbey". Then these people tried to get me to wear this old white frockish dress, and told me I had passed the test, but I was unnerved by the feelings I got from them (not good feelings) and they had my friend who was almost like Mr. Unpleasant condemned to this cold, sleet-y place that was dark and depressing. I didn't like them, but this creepy bald guy I met in a carriage did. x_x; He was scary, and tried to seduce me. D:
Mr. Unpleasant, wrongfully condemned! He was so bright and GOOD. He broke all the rules of the pretty cold white kingdom to help and protect me. He helped me fly, and saved my life. When they took me to see him his eyes were so cold and he was so chillingly pale and gaunt... I don't like those test people. They seemed perfectly reasonable to everyone else... scary.
Well, yes. That's almost it. My dreams are strange... I have so many of them... maybe I should get back to writing again. o.o?
IRA
In the last dream I had about him, he was walking with a group of people into this white light and turned around momentarily, to look at me. He didn't believe anything I was trying to tell him, though I don't really remember the argument. He said something about reminding him of something, and that he was "the _____ of Dravair." Wtf is Dravair? It bothered me back then, because it was the first dream i'd had of him since the death-dream. The death-dream was a dream of him and myself dancing (looking through the eyes of a long black haired girl in a white dress) when he was shot in the back with an arrow. The guy who shot him told me "don't bother returning home". Very recently, I had a dream about a guy that was kind of like him, with the black haired girl, except I was the real me, and somehow I had gotten this journal with all these old entries by her. It turned out the notebook was a gift from him a long time ago. Though, for some reason, some of the entries hadn't happened yet... and yet it was an old notebook. The dates were all mixed up. I looked through the notebook and somehow managed to get into their house (weird, 'cuz they looked so young... and it was a nice house). They were sleeping in their bunkbed thing on the top bunk, and white sheets were hanging off the bed. There were games and books and spaghetti plates on the floor (Like last nights dinner, and random stuff). It was messy! N' there were clothes and stuff everywhere... and there was a wooden floor... yeah.. and big windows and a huge hallway. 0.0
Well, most importantly, there was the journal I had in my house, on the bed with them. I tried to get it, but stepped on a plate, and tried to get the journal still, but woke them up. They didn't seem TOO shocked I was in there, but still freaked out. Like any person would if they woke up to some strange teenager in their room, trying to steal stuff. They tried to get the journal back (and did), and it was apparently a gift from him to her. Then there was a scary old guy... out in the garden that I saw through the window. He was holding a bundle, and I thought I saw a shotgun. Well, I ran back into the living room. I started thinking of altering fate, because I thought something bad was going to happen. Though when I did, the whole place started shaking. EVERYTHING. There was a -BANG- and -rumblerumble- then I crouched down and covered my ears. I think the scary old guy in the garden might have seen me.
I ran into the living room and saw the couple preparing to dance. He fastened a gold gilded mask over his face while looking at me, and seeming to address me said: "You thinking of dancing without a mask on? We don't know each other that well, yet." Then he turned and began to dance with the other girl. I stepped back to watch them. They seemed to be in their own little world. I totally knew them both. I had always seen through her eyes, and had known him since I was little. I woke up a little while later.
For some reason, the most real dreams I have are with him or Mr. Unpleasant involved. I had a dream of dying and waking up in a cold white church, and I ran away and had to go through all these trials. This one guy, who looked like Mr. Unpleasant, but he was REALLY friendly, helped me. I didn't like him for some reason though. confused I dunno why. xD Well, in any case, he helped me, and I ended up at this place called the "Abbey". Then these people tried to get me to wear this old white frockish dress, and told me I had passed the test, but I was unnerved by the feelings I got from them (not good feelings) and they had my friend who was almost like Mr. Unpleasant condemned to this cold, sleet-y place that was dark and depressing. I didn't like them, but this creepy bald guy I met in a carriage did. x_x; He was scary, and tried to seduce me. D:
Mr. Unpleasant, wrongfully condemned! He was so bright and GOOD. He broke all the rules of the pretty cold white kingdom to help and protect me. He helped me fly, and saved my life. When they took me to see him his eyes were so cold and he was so chillingly pale and gaunt... I don't like those test people. They seemed perfectly reasonable to everyone else... scary.
Well, yes. That's almost it. My dreams are strange... I have so many of them... maybe I should get back to writing again. o.o?
IRA
