The world. So blue. So green. So rich with life.
A landmass. Birds flit amongst the clouds.
A forest. The calls of various avian creatures alight in the air.
A field. Sunflowers dance around the rays of sunshine.
A patch of grass. What makes this patch different from the many other thousand patches?
The blades themselves...stabbing upwards towards the endless blue above.
The blades lie below actually, in the earth below. A skeleton. Unmarked grave. A knight in shining armor, now tarnished and dirty.
The blade, one large thing that would dwarf all the blades of the grass above.
A King buried below its subjects.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Chu-Do (Lady of Hunger) & The Old-Atom-Bomb Dreams
The first dream, lest I forget, includes 3 others and I piloting large Gundam-like mobile suits. The cockpits are flooded with a clear liquid and we are sealed within pressurized suits, making it respond to all of our commands. There are these drill-like things on our heads that open locks with strange kanji on them, and we are shrunk down to microscopic size to infiltrate a secret base smaller than the tip of a pencil.
Later, I leave my ship near some type of prearranged location (after becoming large again) near Coney Island. I disembark and meet with the other pilots and myself from the past(there are 8, only 4 will make it through training to the rank of pilot), learning from the lead scientist that he wants me to set off an "atom" bomb before going back into the future, sabotaging the moon. At my questioning glance he points up to the moon, which is aglow with the thousands of people, buildings and structures of the Moon Empire.
I nod and go back to my ship, where the other pilots and I face down shadowy microscopic robots. We then board the largest robot we can find, and all of us perish except me. I am able to land on the largest ones motherboard and overload its CPU, splitting the atoms in its quantum computer and catapulting my back to the future where, carrying the damaged suits of my comrades I watch the moon flicker on and off before going dim.
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In the next dream, I find myself in a tent out in the desert. Me and a fair skinned oriental woman are preparing to enter an otherworldly place home to the Lady of Hunger, where we can learn forbidden secrets. The place resembles a 100ft tall rectangular structure with 3 large circular drainage openings 10ft off the ground. It looks as if liquid has passed through the drains before, but they are dry now. On one side of the short sides there are 2 walls that extend straight out from the structure about 30ft. There are 4 hooks near the summit of each wall, spaced 6ft from each other. On each hook is the naked corpse of a man or woman. There is a simple wooden door inset onto the structure here, with a placard above it that reads "Only once may the warmth of life pass through me."
My guide instructs me that we must take a different entrance, and we use a grappling hook to ascend to one of the drains, cut through with files, and gain the drainage works. As we descend into the den, which is of rusted steel and brightly painted wood, my foot brushes against a chain suspended from the ceiling and makes a twinkling noise.
A great, fat woman, unbelievably fat in fact, stirs up from the far side of the room. We hurriedly stuff our mouths with seeds from bags we brought, as the hungry forces in the chamber would suck the life from the seeds rather than us. The rule is to never speak unless you have something in your mouth. We apologize for disturbing the woman, called Great Lady Hunger, and I inquire as to learning the dark crafts of her knowledge. She softens a bit, and asks if I desire Gans-shur-kam, a ritual where my tongue would be sliced down the middle and "the shingles clipped off as it makes when folded over". I politely refuse, even though the woman tells me it would "place me closer to Chu-do, world of the hungry dead, than anything else."
Great Lady Hunger then shows me another visitor who arrived but a decade ago: a once fat man, bald and slit-eyed oriental, sits in one corner of the dank and dark room. He shivers and mouths strange words as one of his hands, covered in sores peeling and pooling foul, scribes obscene pictograms and words into a large book before him. He shivers in the warmth of the chamber, and all that I can make of his face is that he is silently crying as flecks of blood spill from his mouth as each individual side of his tongue writhes of its own accord.
Turning away from the grisly scene, I inquire as to the Lady's hospitality. She apologizes hurriedly and offers me and my guide sushi and varied pots of noodles. As the nuts in my mouth begin to wash away, I ask for her promise that the food is not poisoned, as it is said that the food of hunger is more greedy than hunger itself. She states it is not, and a green miasma lifts off of the food. As I replace the nuts in my mouth with the food and greens before me, she states that the food of hunger can also be thoughts. As I ponder this, she states further that to be polite, a promise should make a promise, and she desires for company. I promise to stay with her for a week, and I do so: never sleeping, never talking without food in my mouth.
Of my week spent with Great Lady Hunger, I learn many secrets of spellcraft both horrible and amazing. The great knowledge of the skeleton comes easy, yet at one point my guide attempts to take some food without asking permission. The food burns her from within, and she drops her nutbag with a clatter as she disappears screaming into the darkness. The nuts I have left now dwindling, I leave the chamber in a daze with a book similar to the one the man who was one with Chu-do was scribing. A gift for the gift of company to a hungry soul, a small dead dog follows me loyally out into the desert as the nuts spill from my mouth.
Later, I leave my ship near some type of prearranged location (after becoming large again) near Coney Island. I disembark and meet with the other pilots and myself from the past(there are 8, only 4 will make it through training to the rank of pilot), learning from the lead scientist that he wants me to set off an "atom" bomb before going back into the future, sabotaging the moon. At my questioning glance he points up to the moon, which is aglow with the thousands of people, buildings and structures of the Moon Empire.
I nod and go back to my ship, where the other pilots and I face down shadowy microscopic robots. We then board the largest robot we can find, and all of us perish except me. I am able to land on the largest ones motherboard and overload its CPU, splitting the atoms in its quantum computer and catapulting my back to the future where, carrying the damaged suits of my comrades I watch the moon flicker on and off before going dim.
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In the next dream, I find myself in a tent out in the desert. Me and a fair skinned oriental woman are preparing to enter an otherworldly place home to the Lady of Hunger, where we can learn forbidden secrets. The place resembles a 100ft tall rectangular structure with 3 large circular drainage openings 10ft off the ground. It looks as if liquid has passed through the drains before, but they are dry now. On one side of the short sides there are 2 walls that extend straight out from the structure about 30ft. There are 4 hooks near the summit of each wall, spaced 6ft from each other. On each hook is the naked corpse of a man or woman. There is a simple wooden door inset onto the structure here, with a placard above it that reads "Only once may the warmth of life pass through me."
My guide instructs me that we must take a different entrance, and we use a grappling hook to ascend to one of the drains, cut through with files, and gain the drainage works. As we descend into the den, which is of rusted steel and brightly painted wood, my foot brushes against a chain suspended from the ceiling and makes a twinkling noise.
A great, fat woman, unbelievably fat in fact, stirs up from the far side of the room. We hurriedly stuff our mouths with seeds from bags we brought, as the hungry forces in the chamber would suck the life from the seeds rather than us. The rule is to never speak unless you have something in your mouth. We apologize for disturbing the woman, called Great Lady Hunger, and I inquire as to learning the dark crafts of her knowledge. She softens a bit, and asks if I desire Gans-shur-kam, a ritual where my tongue would be sliced down the middle and "the shingles clipped off as it makes when folded over". I politely refuse, even though the woman tells me it would "place me closer to Chu-do, world of the hungry dead, than anything else."
Great Lady Hunger then shows me another visitor who arrived but a decade ago: a once fat man, bald and slit-eyed oriental, sits in one corner of the dank and dark room. He shivers and mouths strange words as one of his hands, covered in sores peeling and pooling foul, scribes obscene pictograms and words into a large book before him. He shivers in the warmth of the chamber, and all that I can make of his face is that he is silently crying as flecks of blood spill from his mouth as each individual side of his tongue writhes of its own accord.
Turning away from the grisly scene, I inquire as to the Lady's hospitality. She apologizes hurriedly and offers me and my guide sushi and varied pots of noodles. As the nuts in my mouth begin to wash away, I ask for her promise that the food is not poisoned, as it is said that the food of hunger is more greedy than hunger itself. She states it is not, and a green miasma lifts off of the food. As I replace the nuts in my mouth with the food and greens before me, she states that the food of hunger can also be thoughts. As I ponder this, she states further that to be polite, a promise should make a promise, and she desires for company. I promise to stay with her for a week, and I do so: never sleeping, never talking without food in my mouth.
Of my week spent with Great Lady Hunger, I learn many secrets of spellcraft both horrible and amazing. The great knowledge of the skeleton comes easy, yet at one point my guide attempts to take some food without asking permission. The food burns her from within, and she drops her nutbag with a clatter as she disappears screaming into the darkness. The nuts I have left now dwindling, I leave the chamber in a daze with a book similar to the one the man who was one with Chu-do was scribing. A gift for the gift of company to a hungry soul, a small dead dog follows me loyally out into the desert as the nuts spill from my mouth.
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