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[E] Another Dream...
((If you watch my DevArt... this dream is in that journal as well.
Lettin' ye know, so you don't have to read it twice. xD))
I had one of those dreams last night where I wake up feeling the effects of the actions within the dream.
I think it was -- correction, I KNOW it was video game influenced.
In a way.
I was in the role of Link, without really being him.... More like, myself in his clothing and with his expertise with a sword kinda thing.
I don't remember clearly how it started off, but where I became aware of what was happening, I was in a large house that belonged to a family of three::
A father, a mother and their son. I remember the boy's name was Cujo. Nothing to do with the dog. <.<
They all looked like Suikoden 3 characters.
In fact, Cujo and his mom were identical to Hugo and his mom, with the exception of their hair being black.
Cujo and I became good friends within the short time that I stayed with the family, searching and researching the way to get to some place that was apparently completely isolated in a natural way.
It was on it's own, perfectly circular, raised pillar of stone, yet the pillar was not itself man-made. I'm not sure why I was trying to get there.
Just... the next direction, I guess.
I'm not sure if it was my friend or me that found out how to get there, but it involved battle, of course.
Woo for battle..?
Suddenly the scene was shifted to where 'the way' would be revealed. I had to destroy these statue-like creatures that kept swinging their freakin' clubs at me. ><
Don't remember how I did it.
But of course, I did.
During the time, some kind of miniature ritual to open 'the way' was going on on a nearby marble platform. Cujo's father was chanting something from a book ((part of the whole 'way' opening thing)), and little marks started glowing around the area where I had defeated the stone guardian things, then Cujo's dad started yelling at me.
I'm not sure what it was he told me, but I'm sure it had something to do with Cujo's mom becoming saddened, and Cujo himself coming out on to the battlefield.
I don't understand why, but I did understand that we had to fight each other.
So, of course we did.
It was a circle and strike thing for the most part. Reluctant to kill my friend outright, I did a lot of damage to his arms, and he also seemed reluctant; not going for any vital points.
After a while, it became clear who was better at evading and slashing... Me.
His arms were so bloodied and cut, I hated to look at them every time they came towards me with his rounded weapon.
He also managed several good cuts on my arms, one I remember particularly almost severed the middle and ring fingers on my left hand.
In the last scene, before I woke up, we rushed each other with the intent of ending it.
One of those knowing glances.
Knowing it would be better to end it, than to draw it out.
Only more painful to draw it out...
We came together in a clash of blades, whipped about simultaneously and caught each other just before slashing our throats. He muttered something about his arms being useless, I muttered something back, though I don't know what.
I think he gave me a small sad smile before I woke up.
I'm sure that had I continued I would have finished it.
And I hated his father for pushing him into it.
I woke up feeling every wound that Cujo gave me as though they were real.
Anyway... I just wanted to write/type that one down.
Signin' off now.
~Mel
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