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Oct. 6th, 2002 09:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
terryclothI had a dream... and it was a particlarly coherent one, that I mostly remember because I just woke up. So I'll post it before I forget it.
I dreamed that I was on a world of water, dotted with tiny islands, choked with vegetation, a member of one of the last tribes that hadn't been conquered by the insane god of peace and grasslands, Auril. The first part of the story told of the defeat of the god of peace by my tribe and the help of the last remnants of the other gods, but I don't remember it much.
What I do remember is that after the god's defeat, the strongest island started worshipping a dangerous otherworldly entity, so I was sent, like Moses, to put the fear of the *real* gods into them while their god was busy doing something else (since their otherworldly god-thing was much, much stronger than the remaining gods). So I travelled to their city, made the proclamation that with Auril's defeat the other gods were back, and demonstrated the power of the goddess of lightning, and a couple other gods, and then someone asked, 'What about Auril, god of plains and peace, strongest of the gods?'
Now, the terms of his surrender when he was defeated was that he'd leave, so I expected nothing to happen, but instead the ENTIRE WORLD was changed so that it had always been a world of grasslands instead of water, and I could tell that the other gods were as disgusted with him as I was. As I returned home to my tribe, since the mission had been a success, but not in the way I'd hoped, Auril appeared to me as an old man and apologized profusely, making all sorts of excuses, but I was still really annoyed.
Back where my island should have been, my father was casting a spell around an ancient tree. He saw Auril, and asked, "Help me make a ghost of my son!" Auril didn't respond, and I felt nothing, but as I walked away I saw a ghostly figure of myself circling the tree. Each time, as it passed my father, he'd recite, "Please do not steal a portion of my essence," and the ghost would steal a portion of his essence, slowly growing more material. After about three circuits the ghost was apologetic and begged him to stop draining himself, but kept circling. Then we went inside (into the cave where my tribe lived).
The general of my tribe was busy rearranging pickets and scouts now that we had grasslands to defend instead of water, and grumbled that he'd need horses now. The women were all 'Oh, it's okay, it's a marshy grassland so we'll still have enough water', but then they tried to go get some of the water and it was all marshy and icky and dirty. They argued about how they'd cope... should they drink and wash with dirty water? Try to distill it?
Finally, Auril and I reached the library where my father's books on plains magic were scattered across the floor. Auril picked them up and re-shelved them, and started talking (to me and a couple of 'wise men' who were in the room) about how someone we'd never heard of was a time lord, and that he'd built some property into our world when he created it, and that because of that time travel was possible in our world, and that it was important we should remember that. Then he disappeared.
So I went outside and returned to the scene of the battle that I don't remember, and the giant magic cable/vine thing that had been broken still lay in pieces, and Auril's Tree-thing was a real tree now, but still hooked in the branches of the other, dead tree-thing. So I pulled at it a couple times, but it wouldn't come free, and I remarked on how it was still the same even though it had totally changed appearance along with the rest of the world.
Then my father wandered by and tried to fix the giant magic cable/vine thing by plugging tab A into slot B, but they didn't quite fit, so instead he plugged one end into his nose and ears and the other into his mouth, but nothing happened, and I remember thinking he was quite lucky for that because if the magic had started flowing through his head he would have been killed.
Then I woke up.
I dreamed that I was on a world of water, dotted with tiny islands, choked with vegetation, a member of one of the last tribes that hadn't been conquered by the insane god of peace and grasslands, Auril. The first part of the story told of the defeat of the god of peace by my tribe and the help of the last remnants of the other gods, but I don't remember it much.
What I do remember is that after the god's defeat, the strongest island started worshipping a dangerous otherworldly entity, so I was sent, like Moses, to put the fear of the *real* gods into them while their god was busy doing something else (since their otherworldly god-thing was much, much stronger than the remaining gods). So I travelled to their city, made the proclamation that with Auril's defeat the other gods were back, and demonstrated the power of the goddess of lightning, and a couple other gods, and then someone asked, 'What about Auril, god of plains and peace, strongest of the gods?'
Now, the terms of his surrender when he was defeated was that he'd leave, so I expected nothing to happen, but instead the ENTIRE WORLD was changed so that it had always been a world of grasslands instead of water, and I could tell that the other gods were as disgusted with him as I was. As I returned home to my tribe, since the mission had been a success, but not in the way I'd hoped, Auril appeared to me as an old man and apologized profusely, making all sorts of excuses, but I was still really annoyed.
Back where my island should have been, my father was casting a spell around an ancient tree. He saw Auril, and asked, "Help me make a ghost of my son!" Auril didn't respond, and I felt nothing, but as I walked away I saw a ghostly figure of myself circling the tree. Each time, as it passed my father, he'd recite, "Please do not steal a portion of my essence," and the ghost would steal a portion of his essence, slowly growing more material. After about three circuits the ghost was apologetic and begged him to stop draining himself, but kept circling. Then we went inside (into the cave where my tribe lived).
The general of my tribe was busy rearranging pickets and scouts now that we had grasslands to defend instead of water, and grumbled that he'd need horses now. The women were all 'Oh, it's okay, it's a marshy grassland so we'll still have enough water', but then they tried to go get some of the water and it was all marshy and icky and dirty. They argued about how they'd cope... should they drink and wash with dirty water? Try to distill it?
Finally, Auril and I reached the library where my father's books on plains magic were scattered across the floor. Auril picked them up and re-shelved them, and started talking (to me and a couple of 'wise men' who were in the room) about how someone we'd never heard of was a time lord, and that he'd built some property into our world when he created it, and that because of that time travel was possible in our world, and that it was important we should remember that. Then he disappeared.
So I went outside and returned to the scene of the battle that I don't remember, and the giant magic cable/vine thing that had been broken still lay in pieces, and Auril's Tree-thing was a real tree now, but still hooked in the branches of the other, dead tree-thing. So I pulled at it a couple times, but it wouldn't come free, and I remarked on how it was still the same even though it had totally changed appearance along with the rest of the world.
Then my father wandered by and tried to fix the giant magic cable/vine thing by plugging tab A into slot B, but they didn't quite fit, so instead he plugged one end into his nose and ears and the other into his mouth, but nothing happened, and I remember thinking he was quite lucky for that because if the magic had started flowing through his head he would have been killed.
Then I woke up.
