Age 18, epic dream.
Dreamed of the end of the world last night. I dreamed it was something between Harry Potter and Legend of Zelda. I was questing and suddenly finished questing, but I was in Aaron's body, and I was fighting to kill all these strange monsters with magics and wands.
There were these cubes and these violet-coloured, lobster/hermit crab looking monsters as I can recall. I don't remember much of the monsters or the quest, but I remember that he (I) had finished questing in a very legend of Zelda manner and then we, as in, me being him and watching myself as a partner, had to fight off a giant swarm in front of this dimensional well filled with water and air and water again.
It was the end of the world. We were trying to protect both worlds by keeping the monsters out of the well, which was connected to this reality. I remember fighting and fighting until the two of us were severely wounded, and I realized we were running out of time; we needed to retreat or die, and the clock was ticking.
The sky had turned blood red with violet and black clouds.
In a moment of repose, when most of the invading monsters were cleared away, I realized that Aaron collapsed. In a moment of horror and overwhelming fear I dragged Aaron and myself and we sank deep into the water of the well. The inside of the well was filled with a sweet aquamarine light, so different from the blackish red sky our dying world. This was when my consciousness was divided between him and me; I existed as both him and I in my dream, and I as myself realized I couldn't save everything. Aaron was wounded terribly and the only way I knew to heal him was to give my energy to him, which I did. The well roared and began dividing itself; I was Aaron again, and Aaron was submerged in the water of the well in the other world. A gap of dimensional air appeared before the two bodies of connected well water; I watched myself pull away, limp, and float up to the water's surface in the world that was ending, because I wanted to keep fighting and keep Aaron safe. My body was so fuzzed with magic that I floated up like a balloon to the surface of the ending world's realm.
All the water in the ending world's realm's half of the well had turned to air; I floated up because I was light and dying.
Aaron desperately tried to follow me back up the well; he was fully recovered but I was more wounded than ever, and he climbed haphazardly into the airish-waterish space. I could see as him and his black hair was floating in the water of the second world, but when he pulled through and pulled himself into the air space of the ending world well, his hair floated as if being buffeted by a strong wind. He watched me float up to the surface and struggle to pull myself out, and then I disappeared from the wellwater entirely; all he could see then was the hazy, ominous colour of the sky. He kept screaming no, and climbed until at last he burst out of the surface of the well with a roar, and found me bleeding on the edge of the well, exhaustively keeping the last of the monsters at bay. He screamed and I turned around and he yanked me into his arms, saying "I'm not going to leave! We do this together!"
The fight lasted a few more hours. I realized that the monsters had eventually stopped, and everything was fine; the monsters were retreating in fear of the two of us. I was exhausted but healed for the most part, thanks to Aaron's magic and how he was returned to being powerful again. As he was healing me, I lay quietly against his chest and listened to the sound of the wind. When he was finished he beamed at me, and I beamed back. Then I betrayed him; I murmured a spell that made him suddenly fall down, unconscious. I did my best to pick up Aaron in my arms, and brought him back to the well. Slowly, I submerged my arms into the well with him In them; it was a strange feeling. There was a film of water serving as our worlds well, for the world was ending and the well was separating accordingly. When I lay him inside, we passed that film of water briefly before he was suspended in what felt to my arms as air, though he weighed to me as if he were still underwater. I carefully let him go, poking my head into the well to watch as he dropped into the solid segment of water of the other world. He did; he was sucked into the water, and I knew he would reemerge on the other side safely in a few seconds. The well would spit him out into safety.
Before I let him go he murmured, "Why...?"
And I said, "I want you to live. I want to know you will live." And then I let go.
I was hatching a plan. I had many allies and my family members. The well was suddenly in the middle of an apartment where we were all living, except this apartment was at the top of everything and the hallway to enter it looked a lot like my highschool hallways. I went into what would've been a bathroom entrance if it were actually my school, and turned to see me long stretch of black-marbled hall in front of me. I turned right and entered this vault, with walls of intricate iron designs, and a singular vault mounted slightly on the wall. For some reason later in the dream the well would displace to be here.
My family was patiently waiting for me to complete what I needed to do before the world ended. I was planning to take some things to the other world; namely, I was going to transform every person I knew into a photograph and send it into the other world, where Aaron when he woke up could easily undo the spell for the people to live again.
My problem was that my wand was sufficiently out of power, and there were no more sources of power. I took a glance at my worn world map, seeing where the monsters were still abiding. One of my comrades was a monster wrangler ( she looked an awful lot like a dark Rydia from ff4) and I asked her to help me summon those cube beasts with the designs on their six sides again.
Soon they appeared and I was taught how to activate them; tap certain designs on certain faces and the cube would start internally generating magic, which it did as I tried. The green
markings on the cubes turned yellow as it charged; I put the tip of my wand in the cube's offered docking port and I felt the magic flow back into my wand.
I then hurried back to the vault where I unlocked the small safe as everyone else charged on the cube beings.
I was pulling a few things in the safe. In fact anything important was inside; I pulled the whole safe out, photographs and trinkets and all. My comrades and family were ready after I sent the safe through the well, where they would land beside Aaron in the living world.
I turned all of my companions into photographs and sent them into the well as a stack, carefully sending their wands as I went. I watched as they floated down and was sucked in by the other well water, safe.
Here is where my dream becomes strange. I sent my wand in after them and watched it disappear, for me and my family would go in as regular beings. My mom decided we should go into town and find her friends to bring them along, so I reluctantly went along for a long drive. I looked out the window; it was farmland snowed over, and the sky was blue like a winter day again; there was nothing but snowy ground and blaring blue sky for miles, with the exception of a few telephone lines and single trees. The world was predicted by a wizard to end at 2:40 PM. I remembered this as I sat crammed into mom's van, uncomfortably squished by my cousin Yin. Grandpa was in the front seat and Peter somehow squished in the back wih us, and grandma was in the middle as mom drove. We were on one of the country roads when I told mom about the time of world's end, and how I knew the world would be thrown into panic; it was 1:57 as I looked on the car's clock and I froze, disbelieving. Then I was screaming at her to stop the car and turn around to go home immediately.
That was when the sky pulsed. It at once, from the lighted outline of the sun, pulsed this horrible mass of heat that turned the sky red and orange and bright fuchsia violet, threaded with dark green, like poison. The sun became a bloody mess in the sky and all the clouds were obliterated. I knew at once the sun was going to die, and take us with it.
But we still had time. The traffic was so jammed from that second on, and we were in town already, so our family got out of the car to see if there was another well somewhere that I could use to move us. No avail. Then we lost the car.
It wasn't in the spot we left it. People were everywhere, screaming, driving away, rushing inwards and outwards of the town. I told my mom to use the alarm on her car keys and we found our car abandoned on the other side of town.
It was on the edge of a dark looking forest. I craned my head up to try and size up the dense, gigantic, straight and gray-green trees, where the sky above was not bloody but misty. No avail. Through the trees I saw uncannily bright meadows and a sparkling, fresh lake. I asked a couple of people nearby if the forest was safe to go through and they smiled at me lazily, giving me the directions to go through. Before my mother could hop into the car I told her no, we would go back the way we came, because those woods must've been malicious. The trees kept shifting, and the people who directed me did not look ready to face an apocalypse; they must've been a conjuring of the magic woods, beckoning us to die in it rather than with the light.
We got back on the snowy path and I looked out the window, seeing the mess of sky out of the window to my right and the still-serene blue sky out of the left. Our car swiveled and swirled and bypassed all the jammed cars on the road; my mom took to the snow, our car magically enhanced to pull us along without fear of ice.
We were back in the apartment, where I suddenly knew the well was--back in the room with the vault. I grabbed one of my family member's hands, though I wasn't sure who, and struggled against the current of panicked people. We only had a minute left to run.
Then suddenly out of peripheral vision I saw my grandma turn into the wrong room, crying out in her usual fashion for us to follow her; my family did but I screamed no, it was the wrong room. We continued like this three times before I finally screamed at grandma to shut up and follow me, for we were running out of time, we were gonna die--
And then the dream went black. One second later, I woke up.
I don't know how this dream ends. I think we failed to get of before the sun exploded. Or we had several seconds still to dive into the well, but I woke up because I wouldn't know if we did.
As an added note, and this is written right after I fully became awake, I actually fell asleep again after I woke up to type this dream out, and in my dream I was in the well, looking back at my family and rushing them to swim down. I think they almost made it to the other water before their half of the well turned black, and when I touched it, I felt nothing but a solid mass of dark wall, for their world ended. I was ejected out of the new well weeping, and saw Aaron wet and unconscious on the floor, stacks of wands and photographs neatly laid beside him in the dim twilight of the other world. Quietly I crawled to Aaron's side and gently woke him up, and we quietly sat together to change my friends back to normal.
What a vivid, colourful dream. It was frightening and exhilirating and terrifying and wonderful. :)
