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[amor.dor]

Morning
129 755

 

[Arvayn]

129,754

Amor! Good morning.

 

[amor.dor]

129 753

129,754

Amor! Good morning.

Did you have any new fantastical dreams?

 

[Xi-Xi]

129 752

Another day, another bounty

 

[Arvayn]

129,751

Another day, another bounty

Hmm? What bounties are you trying to claim?

Did you have any new fantastical dreams?

Not that I remember, but I'll recount an old one for you, since I write them all down.

Spoiler: Old Dream

In this dream, I was in a sprawling concrete metropolis. Skyscrapers were everywhere, groups of merrymakers were enjoying the night life, colossal billboards colored the streets and blasted my eyes with neon advertisements. I was sat down on a staircase in front of a convenience store, watching the world go by and taking in the surroundings. Eventually, a long-haired man wearing a suit, with skin made of white porcelain, sits down next to me and starts having a smoke. I strike up conversation, and we discuss for a while. I forgot his name, and what exactly we talked about. The conversation ends up wandering into the subject of divinity, and gods. He said: "Gods, the most transcendental, have to come from nothing. But you'd know that, wouldn't you?".
As soon as he says this, my vision exits my body, and it starts to zoom out of the world, further and further. It starts slow, and progressively becomes faster, until it rapidly zooms out to the point that the Universe looks like a blob you can hold in your hand. Surrounding the Universe was an endless, perfect white void.
From within the void, two gargantuan hands appeared, made of white marble. The right hand was holding an ornately crafted pen, with strange craftsmanship that made it look vaguely reminiscent of a sword, while left hand was tightly clutching an eyeball that was keeping its gaze fixed on the tip of the other hand's pen.
The right hand moved to "write", and whenever its pen touched the void, horizonal strips and strokes of color and primordial chaos would be left in its wake, which would eventually develop into multiverses and mirror shards reflecting specific moments in time-- all looking tiny in comparison.
I noticed that there was a tiny silhouette of a figure beneath the hands, looking up at them and pointing a blade in their direction, as if challenging them. The figure was completely ignored.

I woke up from this dream, and according to how I phrased it at the time of writing: "Holy fucking SHIT dude, I woke up with the fear of God in my heart, only half-metaphorically! My heart is pounding."

 

[amor.dor]

@Arvayn
That dream was hard to understand, imagine actually dreaming it, haha.

Spoiler: I'm a vilain

I think I managed to be the villain of the story. I was able to remove from myself someone I was too attached to.