Land of Lucid Dreams
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Land of Lucid Dreams
by Baker on Fri Apr 30, 2010 7:04 pm
The rope aimlessly hung, swinging from side to side in the easy breeze of the salty air. The noose on the end was swaying ominously, and the breeze slowly blowing the naval flag in the distance. On the left there were three men, one with a black cover over his head and his hands tied, and two naval officers with loaded muskets in their hands.
Slowly, a man was making his way through the crowd of people. He was dressed in a long coat with a red bandana around his head, brown bangs made their way down his forehead, and a cigarette hung from his mouth. He looked up on the platform, waiting for his moment.
The guards shoved the covered man forward to in front of the rope, slowly putting the noose over his head. A priest was standing on the right, slowly. “On the charge of Piracy, you have been sentenced to death…” The executioner waited for the guards to put the noose around the neck of the prisoner before beginning to pull the lever, which would drop the man and leave him to hang.
The man in the crowd ripped off his coat, revealing two pistols and taking fire at the rope. The bullet cut near the top and letting the convict fall to the ground with a thud. The guards recognized the man with the pistols as one of the most notorious pirates ever to sail the ocean, TNT. They all immediately loaded their muskets and fired. TNT immediately ran to under the gallows and uncovered his fellow pirate, running him back through the crowd or screaming people, hoping the guards wouldn’t shoot in fear of hitting civilians.
The two made it towards the docks, guards chasing in full force. A ship was waiting for them, masts drawn and slowly flowing into the harbor with the wind. TNT ran down the dock, grabbing a loose rope on the side of the ship and climbing onto the deck. His colleague did the same. A small man with a bushy beard limped up to where the two climbed aboard. “Afternoon Captain, I see ye got out wee friend back from the gallows, shall we quicken our pace?”
“Aye” TNT said with a scowl, not too impressed with the way his crew had been working. “Get our asses out of this landlubber town.”
The ship gradually quickened as the sails were fully open. The cracks of gunfire were still being heard from the shore as the bullets pinged off the hull. TNT slowly made his way across the deck to his cabin. The waves rocked the ship a bit as the sky was blackening. The weather wasn’t a huge issue to him as he shrugged it off, going to take a deserved rest.
He ripped open his door just in time to hear the screams of crewman. TNT closed the door without entering and went back across the deck quickly to see what was going on. He looked over the starboard bow to see that the blackness was not only in the sky, but it was spreading in the water and up the hull of the ship.
There was no longer any light and the blackness reached the deck with ease, slowly gulping up various crew members until TNT was the only one left, slowly being eaten up by the darkness…
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Thomas smacked his alarm to stop the insatiable sound that had awakened him from his slumber. Slowly he raised his head and looked at the clock, 5:31. Time to get up and head over to the dealership, and also time to put on his suit and the trademark fake smile even a decent salesman needed. He threw off his sheets, grabbed his towel and suit, slumping his way to the shower.
Twenty minutes later, Thomas was out and dressing into his suit, making his way to the small kitchen/living room combo that usually consisted in such a small apartment. He opened his fridge, grabbed the milk, pouring himself a glass before shoving the bread into the toaster and pushing the tab down.
He slowly sipped the milk and waited for the toast to pop, wasn’t much of a breakfast, but he was out of Cocoa Puffs and needed to hit the grocery store. The toast nearly flew out of the toaster as it popped up, Thomas grabbed it, quickly buttering it and rushing out the door and down the flights of stairs leading to the street where his car, a 1997 VW Beetle, was parked. He ran into it, started it, and was off to work.
The clock read 6:52 as Thomas finally pulled into the lot, taking his signified parking space, going inside to start another day of pretending to enjoy selling cars that people didn’t want any more to people who really would rather be being a brand new car anyway.
Slowly, a man was making his way through the crowd of people. He was dressed in a long coat with a red bandana around his head, brown bangs made their way down his forehead, and a cigarette hung from his mouth. He looked up on the platform, waiting for his moment.
The guards shoved the covered man forward to in front of the rope, slowly putting the noose over his head. A priest was standing on the right, slowly. “On the charge of Piracy, you have been sentenced to death…” The executioner waited for the guards to put the noose around the neck of the prisoner before beginning to pull the lever, which would drop the man and leave him to hang.
The man in the crowd ripped off his coat, revealing two pistols and taking fire at the rope. The bullet cut near the top and letting the convict fall to the ground with a thud. The guards recognized the man with the pistols as one of the most notorious pirates ever to sail the ocean, TNT. They all immediately loaded their muskets and fired. TNT immediately ran to under the gallows and uncovered his fellow pirate, running him back through the crowd or screaming people, hoping the guards wouldn’t shoot in fear of hitting civilians.
The two made it towards the docks, guards chasing in full force. A ship was waiting for them, masts drawn and slowly flowing into the harbor with the wind. TNT ran down the dock, grabbing a loose rope on the side of the ship and climbing onto the deck. His colleague did the same. A small man with a bushy beard limped up to where the two climbed aboard. “Afternoon Captain, I see ye got out wee friend back from the gallows, shall we quicken our pace?”
“Aye” TNT said with a scowl, not too impressed with the way his crew had been working. “Get our asses out of this landlubber town.”
The ship gradually quickened as the sails were fully open. The cracks of gunfire were still being heard from the shore as the bullets pinged off the hull. TNT slowly made his way across the deck to his cabin. The waves rocked the ship a bit as the sky was blackening. The weather wasn’t a huge issue to him as he shrugged it off, going to take a deserved rest.
He ripped open his door just in time to hear the screams of crewman. TNT closed the door without entering and went back across the deck quickly to see what was going on. He looked over the starboard bow to see that the blackness was not only in the sky, but it was spreading in the water and up the hull of the ship.
There was no longer any light and the blackness reached the deck with ease, slowly gulping up various crew members until TNT was the only one left, slowly being eaten up by the darkness…
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Thomas smacked his alarm to stop the insatiable sound that had awakened him from his slumber. Slowly he raised his head and looked at the clock, 5:31. Time to get up and head over to the dealership, and also time to put on his suit and the trademark fake smile even a decent salesman needed. He threw off his sheets, grabbed his towel and suit, slumping his way to the shower.
Twenty minutes later, Thomas was out and dressing into his suit, making his way to the small kitchen/living room combo that usually consisted in such a small apartment. He opened his fridge, grabbed the milk, pouring himself a glass before shoving the bread into the toaster and pushing the tab down.
He slowly sipped the milk and waited for the toast to pop, wasn’t much of a breakfast, but he was out of Cocoa Puffs and needed to hit the grocery store. The toast nearly flew out of the toaster as it popped up, Thomas grabbed it, quickly buttering it and rushing out the door and down the flights of stairs leading to the street where his car, a 1997 VW Beetle, was parked. He ran into it, started it, and was off to work.
The clock read 6:52 as Thomas finally pulled into the lot, taking his signified parking space, going inside to start another day of pretending to enjoy selling cars that people didn’t want any more to people who really would rather be being a brand new car anyway.
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Re: Land of Lucid Dreams
by Miss Dagger on Fri May 07, 2010 3:45 pm
The clang of metal against metal rang loudly in the air. Heavy breathing and the pounding of feet tried to overcome, but the striking of metal made Alexa's ears ring softly. She watched the squires mock battling. Dust from the ground swirled up into the combatants' eyes and swearing ensued.
Alexa's lips twitched into a smile. They were training hard, getting better for every time she saw them, but then the Training Master was a good teacher. She leaned her elbows against the fence and turned her head to the Training Master, Saunder, beside her.
"They are good."
"Yes, but then they are eager," Saunder said.
Alexa agreed. She could smell the squires' sweat even from twenty feet away. It could be that the ground in the training yard had soaked up so much sweat over the years that the smell always perfumed the air. She didn't mind.
Straightening from the fence she walked forward with Saunder at her side. She stopped right beside a pair of fighters and they halted their combat. Soon all of them were still and watching her.
"Your Training Master says you are soon ready for the trials," she paused to let the cheers die down. "I couldn't be more pleased with your progress. You've been working hard for several years now and are ready as far as I have seen. The trials will be the day of the next full moon. But before then there will be smaller tests. From this day until the trials a knight will visit any part of your training and he or she will change it. We need to know if you can adapt for the circumstances. If you prove yourself worthy the trials await you, if not it's time to figure out what you are best suited for."
The squires looked at each other, unsure if what she had said was good or bad for them. They were young men and women, almost adults and getting ready for their role in their society. For almost one decade they had trained and learned everything a knight needed to do. If they got through the trials they would have one more year as the personal squire of a knight before knighthood.
"Lady Knight Alexa?" a grinning man asked.
"Yes, young man."
He looked back at his friends and grinned.
"Will you be one of those knights, my lady?"
Alexa grinned and raised an eyebrow.
"Why don't I start now?"
She held out her hand and Saunder put a training sword in her hand. Without saying anything more, she attacked the grinning youth. He barely had time to parry her, before she turned to his friend beside him. She went from squire to squire, without a pattern and attacking some twice or more. The first few were surprised but soon got in the game. When several of them tried to attack Alexa back, Saunder joined her and together they mock battled the squires.
Time went by without Alexa really paying attention until a loud shriek was heard from the edges of the battle. She immediately fought her way out of the crowd and stared.
An inky cloud was slowly edging over the lawn towards the training grounds. The cloud grew bigger and bigger, slowly blanketing the ground.
"Saunder! Run! This is not something we can fight. Call the witch maiden!" Alexa called over her shoulder as she moved to the fence around the training ground, on the side where the darkness was getting closer.
Behind her she heard running feet, and shouts of terror. Saunder was yelling at them and probably dragging the ones not running fast enough. He was an obedient man when he knew the orders were right.
Alexa swallowed tightly and backed away when the black cloud oozed over the fence and hungrily reached for her. She kept the same speed as the cloud when it suddenly flowed forward faster. Darkness climbed up her legs, cold and numbing. She couldn't breathe, her chest desperately trying to move in the crushing hold of the dark cloud. Dark spots filled her sight and she could feel her slip away.
A melodic voice started singing. Was it the witch maiden? Had she finally arrived? Alexa renewed her struggle against the cloud, trying to move her trapped body. No. Wait, wasn't that Cher?
Gasping for breath Alexandra Treemont sat up in her bed. It took her minutes to regain her breath and even longer for the fear to die down. That had never happened in any of her dreams.
She rubbed her forehead and looked to the radio clock that had waked her up with Cher. Well, she was reasonably sure it was Cher, not that she remembered which song it was anymore. The radio had already gone on to other songs. She took a few deep breaths and then got out of bed.
A fast shower, healthy breakfast and her morning yoga calmed Alexandra. She packed her backpack and went out of her small house. Her house was small, but big enough for her and a partner whenever she'd find someone she could love. She went into the garage and got her bicycle. After locking the house she peddled to the school she worked at.
Alexandra prepared for her first lesson, but couldn't stop thinking about the dream. Since she needed to concentrate to teach her students about history, she decided with herself to think about solutions to prevent such strange dream endings later. She was a lucid dreamer after all, which gave her a measure of control over her dreams. Alexandra had never wished for something like that to happen. It had been terrifying.
Alexa's lips twitched into a smile. They were training hard, getting better for every time she saw them, but then the Training Master was a good teacher. She leaned her elbows against the fence and turned her head to the Training Master, Saunder, beside her.
"They are good."
"Yes, but then they are eager," Saunder said.
Alexa agreed. She could smell the squires' sweat even from twenty feet away. It could be that the ground in the training yard had soaked up so much sweat over the years that the smell always perfumed the air. She didn't mind.
Straightening from the fence she walked forward with Saunder at her side. She stopped right beside a pair of fighters and they halted their combat. Soon all of them were still and watching her.
"Your Training Master says you are soon ready for the trials," she paused to let the cheers die down. "I couldn't be more pleased with your progress. You've been working hard for several years now and are ready as far as I have seen. The trials will be the day of the next full moon. But before then there will be smaller tests. From this day until the trials a knight will visit any part of your training and he or she will change it. We need to know if you can adapt for the circumstances. If you prove yourself worthy the trials await you, if not it's time to figure out what you are best suited for."
The squires looked at each other, unsure if what she had said was good or bad for them. They were young men and women, almost adults and getting ready for their role in their society. For almost one decade they had trained and learned everything a knight needed to do. If they got through the trials they would have one more year as the personal squire of a knight before knighthood.
"Lady Knight Alexa?" a grinning man asked.
"Yes, young man."
He looked back at his friends and grinned.
"Will you be one of those knights, my lady?"
Alexa grinned and raised an eyebrow.
"Why don't I start now?"
She held out her hand and Saunder put a training sword in her hand. Without saying anything more, she attacked the grinning youth. He barely had time to parry her, before she turned to his friend beside him. She went from squire to squire, without a pattern and attacking some twice or more. The first few were surprised but soon got in the game. When several of them tried to attack Alexa back, Saunder joined her and together they mock battled the squires.
Time went by without Alexa really paying attention until a loud shriek was heard from the edges of the battle. She immediately fought her way out of the crowd and stared.
An inky cloud was slowly edging over the lawn towards the training grounds. The cloud grew bigger and bigger, slowly blanketing the ground.
"Saunder! Run! This is not something we can fight. Call the witch maiden!" Alexa called over her shoulder as she moved to the fence around the training ground, on the side where the darkness was getting closer.
Behind her she heard running feet, and shouts of terror. Saunder was yelling at them and probably dragging the ones not running fast enough. He was an obedient man when he knew the orders were right.
Alexa swallowed tightly and backed away when the black cloud oozed over the fence and hungrily reached for her. She kept the same speed as the cloud when it suddenly flowed forward faster. Darkness climbed up her legs, cold and numbing. She couldn't breathe, her chest desperately trying to move in the crushing hold of the dark cloud. Dark spots filled her sight and she could feel her slip away.
A melodic voice started singing. Was it the witch maiden? Had she finally arrived? Alexa renewed her struggle against the cloud, trying to move her trapped body. No. Wait, wasn't that Cher?
Gasping for breath Alexandra Treemont sat up in her bed. It took her minutes to regain her breath and even longer for the fear to die down. That had never happened in any of her dreams.
She rubbed her forehead and looked to the radio clock that had waked her up with Cher. Well, she was reasonably sure it was Cher, not that she remembered which song it was anymore. The radio had already gone on to other songs. She took a few deep breaths and then got out of bed.
A fast shower, healthy breakfast and her morning yoga calmed Alexandra. She packed her backpack and went out of her small house. Her house was small, but big enough for her and a partner whenever she'd find someone she could love. She went into the garage and got her bicycle. After locking the house she peddled to the school she worked at.
Alexandra prepared for her first lesson, but couldn't stop thinking about the dream. Since she needed to concentrate to teach her students about history, she decided with herself to think about solutions to prevent such strange dream endings later. She was a lucid dreamer after all, which gave her a measure of control over her dreams. Alexandra had never wished for something like that to happen. It had been terrifying.
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