The television character massacre

*** found this post on my deviantart blog on November 2 2008. The nightmare happened on the first, a day after Halloween.


What happened prior was that I was still me, walking through the desert. Then I got really pissed because the sand was really slippery, so I decided to become Toph. Enter the Avatar characters: Aang flew overhead with Sokka and Appa. Katara came down, and helped me ice the entire desert so it became a winter wonderland. We slid down the roller-coaster steep ice cliffs, and had fun.

Then, it changed to a forest.

I was literally swinging through the trees by earth bending, with Aang's help of air bending. I was arguing with Sokka and Katara about swinging, because I was tired of them always treating me like a child; they kept telling me to wait, or it was dangerous. I was going to be fine.

One thing I realized in the middle of dreaming that was wrong: I could see. And Toph is blind.

So, that was very strange.

It felt very realistic. I could feel the brush of the leaves, and the air as it pushed me up. I could also feel the wind against me as I constantly rose and fell, grabbing one vine after the other.

We were travelling somewhere. Out of annoyance, I dragged myself ahead of the whole group, and left them behind. I remember flying into a clearing, and landing, and sighing as I waited for them. Dreaming about flight is very private and wonderful for me. I didn't want worry to block it out.

The night fell, and they never caught up. The entire forest turned into a harsh black-and-white dream scape, and I remember feeling very scared.

I tried calling their names, though at this point, I forgot who I was travelling with. In the dream, I forgot who I was.

I sat there in the dark, feeling every nerve exposed and fear crawling along my skin. And then I shrieked because the bushes near me rumbled; I was lost, and being lost takes a toll on the mind.

It was Katara! YAY!

She came near me, and we hugged really tight, and then she asked me where we were. I didn't know, and she not knowing was even scarier. We wandered around, and I didn't even bother asking her what happened to Sokka and Aang because I couldn't remember them.

At some point, we wandered into a clearing. This is the funny part; there were anime people fromevery single anime I could recall. Saya, Haji, from Blood+; Some people from Inuyasha that disappeared immediately; a couple of people from the really famous animes like Sailor Moon, Naruto, Dragon Ball, etc. Jigoku Shoujo. Heck, even Vincent Valentine from final fantasy 7. I know, strange.

So we all paired up, because we were all lost. According to Katara, she had wandered the whole forest and couldn't get out. Aang and Sokka disappeared, and she couldn't find them, and I had apparently disappeared two days prior.

So time was screwed up. At this point, I stopped shifting in real life, and the nightmare began.

We all wandered into the house, wondering what will happen. The first thing that I noticed was that there were spare body parts strewn around the room. Anybody ever played Silent Hill? There it was, in that house, Silent hill themes.

God, I have GOT to stop watching Higurashi.

We walked along, and while we were walking, the number of anime people started to disappear. I knew at this point I wasn't Toph anymore, but that's okay.

I was really scared. I couldn't blink, the way dreams do, and... -sigh-.

Blood on the walls, trick doors, etc. At some point, this odd black void thing with long, long nails and bloody eyes yanked Katara away from my side, in which I replied with "LIKE HELL!" and tried pulling her back. No such luck.

She was pulled from me and dragged further into the dark tunnel of the house. I stayed put, terrified out of my wits.

And now, at this point, Saya (from Blood+) takes me by the arm, and we huddle in the bloody corner of a steel door. People keep getting dragged off by the things; we witness one nameless person having their entrails dragged out of them, and they are left on the ceiling rafter to dry.

I feel sick.

I look into the steel door; there's my previous party of people, strapped to a torture device. Saya mouths something to Haji, who is in that room, and he nods.

She pulls at my arm. "Let's go!" she says, urgently. She proceeds down the tunnel with her sword drawn, eyes red and angry.

I look back at Haji, through the window, and I mouth to him "Where is Vincent?" Because I really love my Valentine, and am totally unwillling to leave him behind. Haji uses his finger to point behind me, and mouths "To your right"

I didn't have enough time to look. There were monsters, and walking corpses, cold and hairy and wet fingers that gripped at me. I ran, briefly seeing a black corridor that I realized, with a sinking feeling, must've been where Vincent was.

I scream. I feel the things getting to me.

And Saya grabs my hand, still angry, demanding what I was doing, lagging behind. I stumble and I follow her.

We reach another corner; I see the light. It's a refuge area, right before the exit.

I ask an old prophet man if we could leave, and he shakes his head. He points to the sign above the door of the exit, and it says some words I can't remember. Some of the letters are red, and he says that's a bad omen; there was worse to come if we went through that door.

In that moment, I see Katara. Her hair is out, and she's huddled in a corner, absolutely pale. I apologize to her, saying that I was actually still a kid, and she was probably stronger and less cowardly than me at all times.

Very quickly, the sign cracks. It begins to ooze blood; I grab Katara's hand, and I can't see anybody else because the walls are bleeding, and I break out of the house.

In a brief moment, I see the torture room Haji and some others are in. They are being spun at a high speed, relentlessly; Haji is unnaffected, while others are torn apart by the wind. I realize he's a Chevalier, and then I realize why Saya wasn't all too concerned with him being strapped to a deadly item; he couldn't die.

So I felt relieved.

I grabbed Katara and ran. Then, when we were outside, we stumble into a road. I turn back to see the giant monster tunnel thing bleeding all over, and people trying to fight out of the mouth of it as it closes.

And I close my eyes because I can't help them.

When I open my eyes, I'm in a city. It's the winter wonderland city that we built, prior. Sokka and Aang sit, sipping milkshakes, and ask me what I was doing.

I look around, and ask them, "Where's Katara?" , but when I turn back to them, they're gone, and the slides begin bleeding red, and I laugh because I didn't have anything better to do.

I woke up.

And I just spent about an hour transcribing a scary dream.

The Dragon-taming

Age 17, sweet, lucid

This is a dream I just recalled and I need to put down for all intents and purposes.

I dreamed I was a dragon tamer.  I was part of a group of people who tamed draconian animagi - as in, I worked closely with a human whose soul was part dragon, and their body could transform accordingly.

The dream was rather short, but the premise and sensations I recall easily.  I remember being thrown in the middle of the dream, and I was clinging to the black-scaled neck of a beautiful, majestic creature.  My instructor in the dream was inspecting me to see if my skills were on par.  And I was an exceptional student.

Every single scale, the flex of the dragon's muscles, the warm ridged feeling of its neck, I can recall all of it.  My arms had been gripped around its throat - it was a massive animal, perhaps four or five school buses in length.  I was talking to it and laughing and screaming as it took me through the sky.  It was black with red eyes, and its wings were a crisp and streamlined obsidian colour; it wasn't a very ornate dragon.  A simple reptile with wings, though the curvature of its body and face was very noble and elegant in appearance.  No protruding scales or horns or excess anything, the dragon was streamlined for flight.  He chuckled at me as I clumsily climbed on his back, and felt him transform from man into the magnificent beast that he was, from silken skin to warm mineral scale.

I remember my bare feet digging into its neck, my toes gripping its warm scales.  There was absolutely nothing holding me to the dragon but my own extremities and I clung on to it for dear life.  When it flew up my whole body felt like it was jerking, following the wing beats of the dragon that shook my entire being.  The wind was summery, cold in the atmosphere but definitely not enough to chill.  And when it flew down, all the air was yanked out of my lings, and I lay low on the dragon's neck as he dived through the sky.

It turned left and right and my body veered like it was on a roller coaster.  I listened to the wind whip past us, tuned into fine notes from his wings slicing the air.  His scales flattened on his body when he dived downwards and they rose slightly when he dived upwards; sometimes my fingers were squeezed in those crevices when they flattened, though it didn't hurt in the least.

The sheer atmospheric pressure in this dream is what astounded and impressed me.  I wasn't dreaming of flying; I was flying.  There was simply no dreamlike quality about it.  It was like free falling in mid air, parachuting, something. My chest cavity heaved and my head felt pressured and my hair stung my face and gods, everything felt so good.

We dived in very, very close to the ground, to my instructor.  It was Ms. Muller; I saw her excited face briefly as she waved her arms in one direction, crying out "Turn right!  Right!"

We turned left.  I heard her yell "Good!" and was only confused by this fact when I awoke.

And then he veered.  I eased him into a hover with my hands and a quick, polite command.  He smoothly stopped on the ground and I slid off, watching him as he transformed.  As a man my dragon had olive-toned skin, an angular face and broad body.  He was thicker than the average man, taut and sinewy muscle under his skin.  His hair was black and just a bit long, wild, and his red eyes were friendly.  He grinned at me and I grinned back, knowing we made an amazing team.  When he smiled my heart fluttered.

I wish I never woke from this dream.  I wish my imagination took it further.