Posted:Sat Apr 25, 2009 3:39 PM CST
Short nap
I was up early this am, but due to being lazy, I went back to sleep. I had another interesting dream.
I ran down darkened paths, fires lit in the distance.
I could hear screams from the damned echoing off stone archways.
She was weak, from the power it took to send forth minions of light to destroy the demons of dark.
And I cared for the child that would bring forth the destruction of the robed monstrosity that dealt fatal blows of feiry death upon the village populace.
I was to train this being.
Though it had no spark, no life in itself.
It was to grow as automation, it was to be a living armour for the bringer of victory.
It was to be me.
I ran through crossroads, looking for the twisted horn from the demon I slew, many creatures of lightless dwelling leapt from flame ringed pits in the grounds beneath my feet.
Their needle sharp teeth, yellowed with age and the blood of many victims staining, clashed and clattered for my throat.
Sweeping a samurai sword of ivory and gold, slashing the maggoty white necks supporting armadillo shaped heads, their armour of hardened flesh splitting apart and blood of grey spilled downwards, upwards, and across my skin.
I tumbled down hillocks, tripped past distorted trees filled with damnation, and struggled through the many minions of dark and fetid realms.
And I found the horn.
Combined with the bringer of light, I myself was a creation of the depths of darkest imaginations, nightmares.
I was the twin to the covered one, the one I was to kill. I became the glowing symbol, armed with a sword and armour shining with a golden white sheen.
I ran for him, sword held low, and horn lifted high.
A resounding mechanical scream, a keening throughout the darkened world of fires and shadows.
Damn it, the alarm. Time to awaken and face this reality. Crap, and I still don't know if I killed him or not. Did I win? Ah well, next time.