Falling Through the Looking Glass (Tat-Lung Conservatory)
Apr 18, 2019 14:23:37 GMT -6
Post by Morgan on Apr 18, 2019 14:23:37 GMT -6
A violent thrashing beneath the coverlets of a dark room lit only by lots of tiny glowing paint stars.
There were bursts of light, like the phosphorescence that occurs behind closed eyelids, reminiscent of fireworks.
The human was dreaming that they were looking through a telescope at the night sky; beneath a painting of dragons.
The world went black, turned upside down, and then, they fell.
The feeling of falling backwards off of something high in a dream was certainly not something that replicated.
Morgan wakes with a jump, or at least they think they are awake.
As if fallen down a rabbit hole and into a wonderland, yet finding the world was awash in greys; the human awakes. The world is about as fuzzy as an impasto- no lines or corners. It takes the human a while to realize that they do not have their glasses on, and are only wearing the A-shirt and shorts they went to sleep in- and interestingly enough, black socks. They rub their eyes, to attempt to remove the sleep from them, and squint once they hear a voice. Go South. Was that in the dream from earlier?
Morgan is still too sleepy to question it, and finds theirself wandering down a rolling hillock, like they had at home, but this wasn't home, was it? Morgan can't see well enough to figure out exactly where they were, or how they got there. The panic stays beneath the surface of their subconscious, but is beginning to show in tense shoulders. The sound of a bell soothes only a small amount, and the blond human finds themselves following the bell, the sound much easier to follow than trying to see without their glasses. Soon, the human opens the door of their gate, knowing it by the feel of the cold iron. Wondering down the street in what is essentially their underwear was not something that was done often. However; the call was there. It needed to be answered.
The small-built and shorter individual found themself following the cobblestone street for a ways, and then all-too-quickly into rolling hillocks again. That was what tipped the human off; this was dream logic. Had Morgan woken up from a dream into a dream? The curious individual wanted answers far more than they wanted to express anger, but the anger was beginning to boil up. Suddenly; Morgan could hear the voice again. This way.
They could hear the voice, and could tell it was at the bottom of a hillock, but not see what made the noise. "Are you a dream?" They ask- not exactly of their own volition; voice a mixture of concern and curiosity, strangely flat and calm, as if the anger had been cold instead of hot. The laughter; and the words, made Morgan frown. Of course. "Am I a dream?" That didn't come out on purpose either. The anger bubbled again. That makes no real sense. Is it... Magic? Morgan had read about the existence of magic, and quite frankly didn't exactly believe in it a hundred percent yet.
Morgan finds theirself moving forward, down the hillock, and finally nearly fell over something grey and stony. They ran their hand across it, and then could hear the water at the bottom of it. They turn. "The-the Dreamer?" That came from Morgan's own mind and throat, it felt more like, a bit of hot anger spiked afterward. "How the- hell am I supposed to know-" Suddenly, an image came unbidden from the recess of Morgan's mind, feeling overwhelming and more intelligent than they would have been used to. Morgan's mouth fell agape, and then popped shut in an instant.
The human felt around in a pocket that was suddenly in their shorts; and could feel the cold metal of a coin.
A coin with a hole in it; and the pocket hadn't been there before, let alone the coin.
It was ice against their hand; but the heat of their body warmed it slowly.
Dream logic, right?
Morgan is still too sleepy to question it, and finds theirself wandering down a rolling hillock, like they had at home, but this wasn't home, was it? Morgan can't see well enough to figure out exactly where they were, or how they got there. The panic stays beneath the surface of their subconscious, but is beginning to show in tense shoulders. The sound of a bell soothes only a small amount, and the blond human finds themselves following the bell, the sound much easier to follow than trying to see without their glasses. Soon, the human opens the door of their gate, knowing it by the feel of the cold iron. Wondering down the street in what is essentially their underwear was not something that was done often. However; the call was there. It needed to be answered.
The small-built and shorter individual found themself following the cobblestone street for a ways, and then all-too-quickly into rolling hillocks again. That was what tipped the human off; this was dream logic. Had Morgan woken up from a dream into a dream? The curious individual wanted answers far more than they wanted to express anger, but the anger was beginning to boil up. Suddenly; Morgan could hear the voice again. This way.
They could hear the voice, and could tell it was at the bottom of a hillock, but not see what made the noise. "Are you a dream?" They ask- not exactly of their own volition; voice a mixture of concern and curiosity, strangely flat and calm, as if the anger had been cold instead of hot. The laughter; and the words, made Morgan frown. Of course. "Am I a dream?" That didn't come out on purpose either. The anger bubbled again. That makes no real sense. Is it... Magic? Morgan had read about the existence of magic, and quite frankly didn't exactly believe in it a hundred percent yet.
Morgan finds theirself moving forward, down the hillock, and finally nearly fell over something grey and stony. They ran their hand across it, and then could hear the water at the bottom of it. They turn. "The-the Dreamer?" That came from Morgan's own mind and throat, it felt more like, a bit of hot anger spiked afterward. "How the- hell am I supposed to know-" Suddenly, an image came unbidden from the recess of Morgan's mind, feeling overwhelming and more intelligent than they would have been used to. Morgan's mouth fell agape, and then popped shut in an instant.
The human felt around in a pocket that was suddenly in their shorts; and could feel the cold metal of a coin.
A coin with a hole in it; and the pocket hadn't been there before, let alone the coin.
It was ice against their hand; but the heat of their body warmed it slowly.
Dream logic, right?
Morgan suddenly knew what to do, what they had to do, what needed to be done for such a long time... Why hadn't they done this before? Without hesitation, the human, as small-minded as they usually are, and as focused on the perceived way that the world is supposed to work according to logic and science, the gods that had previously been devoted to tirelessly and without question, tossed the magical coin into the well. The anger was gone now; had fallen like a firework into the water of the well with the strange coin.
Morgan could not see, and thus did not look after it. Instead, they didn't turn around, but spoke; spoke of the dreamer that was felt at the fringes of their mind, like a word one knew but forgotten that was on the tip of the tongue. It felt sticky, like they couldn't just see the entire being- but only the fuzzy outline, which was already bad enough with Morgan's poor vision. Undoubtedly it was comical; the dreamer had a funny personality for dreaming of a small but feisty human that needed someone as much as it needed them, quite cunning but standing there in their underwear like a fool.
Morgan could not see, and thus did not look after it. Instead, they didn't turn around, but spoke; spoke of the dreamer that was felt at the fringes of their mind, like a word one knew but forgotten that was on the tip of the tongue. It felt sticky, like they couldn't just see the entire being- but only the fuzzy outline, which was already bad enough with Morgan's poor vision. Undoubtedly it was comical; the dreamer had a funny personality for dreaming of a small but feisty human that needed someone as much as it needed them, quite cunning but standing there in their underwear like a fool.
"This being... It is a dragon, I think. It is incredibly long, whip-like and tapered at all ends. Five toes make this delicate creature look graceful and dangerous. The body is all coils, side-winding, and dancing. Covered in keeled scales, all shimmering cherry reds and phoenix hues. I uh, I think that it is Fireworks flying out from all around the scaled body in a corkscrew? Very bright. I think the eyes are quite large, but I can't quite see the face well- just the wells of the eyes. The belly is very soft, almost velveteen plush and perhaps furred? I could almost put my hand on it. I don't think they have a harsh nature. Like fireworks. It is generally patient, like an unlit firework sitting on the shelf. When provoked, it has an explosive temper; crackling into a beautiful and dangerous flare? I'm getting that it is more about speed and dancing than it is about strength..."
The human trails off. That was all they could see of it; it was just barely there, like a flicker of a flame or an impressionistic painting. Morgan squinted, as if they could see more; but couldn't make out anything else. Instead, they stood there, in the still grey world of the dream, until the world started to get a bit colorful, slowly fading in through off-whites, then pastels, then regular colors, until it became so vibrant that it hurt their eyes. It was still blurry, though, which made Morgan's head hurt, even in the dream. How was that possible? "I must be insane; what is this place?" The words are lost to them.
(Theme: Fireworks, Cherry Hues, Phoenix Hues, Scale n Furs if that's okay, Toes: 5, the rest is all above.)
