10-07-2013, 10:47 PM
Power. The Dream is power.
The lights came on, with all the bells and whistles. He wasn't sure just how it came to him. Either insight or epiphany. But he realized that he if the Dream was connected to everything, then he should be able to go there. Like for real.
Every time John entered the Dream, he entered at the place he fell asleep. Was that it? Similarity? He formed the Dream around his conception of the real world. So what if he formed his conception of the real world around the reality of the Dream?
What the fuck? What could it hurt?
John took step forward... and fell on his ass. He was in the World of Dreams. He was really fucking there. Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, John shifted.
John found himself standing on roughly the spot where the Egyptian vessel was discovered. On the water in the middle of The Gulf of Mexico. How fucking kewl is this?
John shifted again, and this time he was standing in the middle of the wreckage on the ocean floor.
John, feeling self-justified, took in a deep breath and tried to savor the moment. The sea water rushed into his lungs. FUCKING IDIOT!
His lungs were on fire. John visualized the water as being as breathable as air, and at the same time he shifted to dry land.
That was stupid.
John chastised himself for his rashness. No wonder Bear referred to him as 'young crapper'.
John was a dumb-shit.
John returned to the wreckage, and began investigating the ship. He looked at the hold and stopped cold. Along with the hieroglyphics that were written in various places, John found a stone tablet with Greek writing on it. The Greek languages was supposed to only be a little over 3000 years old but this vessel was clearly scaring the hell out of 5000 years. What the fuck was going on?
Έρχεται. Το ένα προείπε της από Άτροπος. Το αντιτορπιλικό. Η αναίμακτη κατακτητή, ο οποίος δεν θα κατακτήσει με στρατούς και μηχανές του πολέμου, αλλά και με χρυσό και πονηριά. Θα σημάνει την αρχή του τέλους. Θα πρέπει να επισημαίνονται με το σκοτωμένο ζώο, και ο κόσμος θα καταρρεύσει με τον ερχομό του. Απολλύων έρχεται. Φύγετε πριν από την επιστροφή των νεκρών θεών.
He is coming. The one foretold of by Atropos. The Destroyer. The bloodless conqueror, who will conquer not with armies and machines of war, but with gold and guile. He will herald the beginning of the end. He will be marked with the slain beast, and the world will crumble with his coming. Apollyon comes. Flee before the return of the dead gods.
John sat down on the ocean floor to collect his thoughts.
Edited by doulou, Oct 7 2013, 11:07 PM.
The lights came on, with all the bells and whistles. He wasn't sure just how it came to him. Either insight or epiphany. But he realized that he if the Dream was connected to everything, then he should be able to go there. Like for real.
Every time John entered the Dream, he entered at the place he fell asleep. Was that it? Similarity? He formed the Dream around his conception of the real world. So what if he formed his conception of the real world around the reality of the Dream?
What the fuck? What could it hurt?
John took step forward... and fell on his ass. He was in the World of Dreams. He was really fucking there. Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, John shifted.
John found himself standing on roughly the spot where the Egyptian vessel was discovered. On the water in the middle of The Gulf of Mexico. How fucking kewl is this?
John shifted again, and this time he was standing in the middle of the wreckage on the ocean floor.
John, feeling self-justified, took in a deep breath and tried to savor the moment. The sea water rushed into his lungs. FUCKING IDIOT!
His lungs were on fire. John visualized the water as being as breathable as air, and at the same time he shifted to dry land.
That was stupid.
John chastised himself for his rashness. No wonder Bear referred to him as 'young crapper'.
John was a dumb-shit.
John returned to the wreckage, and began investigating the ship. He looked at the hold and stopped cold. Along with the hieroglyphics that were written in various places, John found a stone tablet with Greek writing on it. The Greek languages was supposed to only be a little over 3000 years old but this vessel was clearly scaring the hell out of 5000 years. What the fuck was going on?
Έρχεται. Το ένα προείπε της από Άτροπος. Το αντιτορπιλικό. Η αναίμακτη κατακτητή, ο οποίος δεν θα κατακτήσει με στρατούς και μηχανές του πολέμου, αλλά και με χρυσό και πονηριά. Θα σημάνει την αρχή του τέλους. Θα πρέπει να επισημαίνονται με το σκοτωμένο ζώο, και ο κόσμος θα καταρρεύσει με τον ερχομό του. Απολλύων έρχεται. Φύγετε πριν από την επιστροφή των νεκρών θεών.
He is coming. The one foretold of by Atropos. The Destroyer. The bloodless conqueror, who will conquer not with armies and machines of war, but with gold and guile. He will herald the beginning of the end. He will be marked with the slain beast, and the world will crumble with his coming. Apollyon comes. Flee before the return of the dead gods.
John sat down on the ocean floor to collect his thoughts.
Edited by doulou, Oct 7 2013, 11:07 PM.