Ephemeral Impasto (Tat-lung Conservatory)
Jun 20, 2019 23:20:52 GMT -6
Post by Morgan on Jun 20, 2019 23:20:52 GMT -6
Reoccurring dreams were not an altogether unheard-of occurrence for most humanoids.
However, Morgan was shocked to 'wake up' as they were putting on their lab coat, as if they were about to walk out of the door that morning.
Where was I going again?
This time Morgan was savvy quite quickly enough; puzzle pieces fell into place.
Oh, this dream again.
A few weeks prior, Morgan had awoke from a dream, hazy around the edges much like this one. They could hardly remember the dream while waking; and upon doing so Morgan was hot, feverish yet cool, and sweating. They don't remember much, save for walking about in socks, and upon looking down, they had found a small red... Egg. The egg was still incubating, not yet hatched, and yet here they were. Was the egg being impatient to hatch? Why would it be impatient? Never-mind where it even came from.
It would appear as if this particular dreamer was quite prone to the influences that could dream up needing something like this; utterly devoted to the preservation and care of majestic beings as old as time, yet blissfully ignorant of their true natures entirely. Nearly a cartoon-caricature of a humanoid; created in a similar way perhaps. Woven together of strands of information held together simply by sugars; forming complicated organelles and then cells, then tissues, organs, and organ systems interwoven; finally the organism had began to form from blastula on more complex as time rolled forward; suspended in fluid in a warm and crystal-clear apparatus on a table in a well-maintained lab.
Morgan was filled with determination, this time, upon thinking that they have realized what this dream was. The vague remembrance of a dream from before in which they... Did something. Morgan didn't think to hard about it, in the way of lucid dreamers- not truly awake nor perhaps completely asleep? The human was fully clothed this time and ready; stepping outside into the formless and grey-toned world with their glasses on this time. It still did not allow them to see more than what they had previously, but they felt more ready as their boots hit the pavement outside.
It did not take long for the human to step down, closer to that familiar voice; they'd heard it before. "Who are you? I didn't get to really ask... Last time. I've been here before, right?" Morgan felt more than spoke, but it seemed to be enough. Their eyes glowered perhaps green-lit; more chaotic than last perceived. Did time really move here, in this place? The sun was in the same position as last, but Morgan could not feel it's warmth.
"This means, of course, that something is dreaming again, I assume..." Morgan's mind gave way as the same conversation was moving from before; only Morgan was different this time. They were slowly beginning to remember moreso. "I guess I must take a crack at figuring them out; will it be the same, this time?" The question is more to their-self than to the pale faded one near the well. Once again; the weight hit their pocket. A coin? The bespectacled human's dreamself stepped to the well without their own permission, and carefully deposited the coin without much fuss. Morgan stared down into the well curiously, but was wrenched from the position when they saw... But didn't really see it with their own eyes? Something strange...
"The Dreamer; they smell..." The smell hit them first, before any semblance of figure. "Like raspberries. Their body is ... Blue; a bright blue; and it is glossy? I don't think it is sapphires... No, it is dripping... A goo? It is sticky." Morgan wrinkled their nose deeply. The sensation of drowning in the gooey impediment makes them concerned at first, passing across the face, and then calmness hits their expression. Morgan is more curious than anything else, suddenly. "They are bouncy; like if I threw something, it would bounce right off. They bounce as they move; from place to place, their body squishes? It's smooth and slick. The dreamer is a bit chubby, almost... Cute? That is odd." Morgan was trying to puzzle it out, but was having a hard time really getting to it. "I can't see the face, but their tail is sort of curly. I can't tell if it is big curls, or small." Morgan snapped their dream fingers, suddenly getting something. "I think they are gummy? Like candy."
At that, Morgan looked like they were at peace, for a moment. Then, suddenly; they are skeptical and almost angry. "I've been here before. Who are you, what are you, where are we?!" The human demanded, moving forward. Suddenly, their body stood rigid, as if something had grabbed their soul, and stopped them in their tracks. Just what was causing these reoccurring dreams?
It would appear as if this particular dreamer was quite prone to the influences that could dream up needing something like this; utterly devoted to the preservation and care of majestic beings as old as time, yet blissfully ignorant of their true natures entirely. Nearly a cartoon-caricature of a humanoid; created in a similar way perhaps. Woven together of strands of information held together simply by sugars; forming complicated organelles and then cells, then tissues, organs, and organ systems interwoven; finally the organism had began to form from blastula on more complex as time rolled forward; suspended in fluid in a warm and crystal-clear apparatus on a table in a well-maintained lab.
Blissfully ignorant of their true natures, indeed. Dragon and Human alike; undeterred by the situations incurred during their formations and birth.
Morgan was filled with determination, this time, upon thinking that they have realized what this dream was. The vague remembrance of a dream from before in which they... Did something. Morgan didn't think to hard about it, in the way of lucid dreamers- not truly awake nor perhaps completely asleep? The human was fully clothed this time and ready; stepping outside into the formless and grey-toned world with their glasses on this time. It still did not allow them to see more than what they had previously, but they felt more ready as their boots hit the pavement outside.
It did not take long for the human to step down, closer to that familiar voice; they'd heard it before. "Who are you? I didn't get to really ask... Last time. I've been here before, right?" Morgan felt more than spoke, but it seemed to be enough. Their eyes glowered perhaps green-lit; more chaotic than last perceived. Did time really move here, in this place? The sun was in the same position as last, but Morgan could not feel it's warmth.
"This means, of course, that something is dreaming again, I assume..." Morgan's mind gave way as the same conversation was moving from before; only Morgan was different this time. They were slowly beginning to remember moreso. "I guess I must take a crack at figuring them out; will it be the same, this time?" The question is more to their-self than to the pale faded one near the well. Once again; the weight hit their pocket. A coin? The bespectacled human's dreamself stepped to the well without their own permission, and carefully deposited the coin without much fuss. Morgan stared down into the well curiously, but was wrenched from the position when they saw... But didn't really see it with their own eyes? Something strange...
"The Dreamer; they smell..." The smell hit them first, before any semblance of figure. "Like raspberries. Their body is ... Blue; a bright blue; and it is glossy? I don't think it is sapphires... No, it is dripping... A goo? It is sticky." Morgan wrinkled their nose deeply. The sensation of drowning in the gooey impediment makes them concerned at first, passing across the face, and then calmness hits their expression. Morgan is more curious than anything else, suddenly. "They are bouncy; like if I threw something, it would bounce right off. They bounce as they move; from place to place, their body squishes? It's smooth and slick. The dreamer is a bit chubby, almost... Cute? That is odd." Morgan was trying to puzzle it out, but was having a hard time really getting to it. "I can't see the face, but their tail is sort of curly. I can't tell if it is big curls, or small." Morgan snapped their dream fingers, suddenly getting something. "I think they are gummy? Like candy."
At that, Morgan looked like they were at peace, for a moment. Then, suddenly; they are skeptical and almost angry. "I've been here before. Who are you, what are you, where are we?!" The human demanded, moving forward. Suddenly, their body stood rigid, as if something had grabbed their soul, and stopped them in their tracks. Just what was causing these reoccurring dreams?
(Theme: Gummy. Blue-Raspberry Hues, Toes: 5, the rest is all above.)
(Gummy as in gummybear, or jelly context.)
(Gummy as in gummybear, or jelly context.)
