OK...so here goes nothing with the new dream board...
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I find myself in a vast wasteland, gray all around me (the sky even darkens above me...) and nothing but a slight breeze and dust blowing around me. Again, this place feels extremely familiar, yet extremely foreign at the same time...(yet another common similarity in many of these things...)
I hear a footstep other than mine hit the ground behind me, kicking up a bit of gray dust that covers my leg. I turn around to find a twenty-something young woman: slender, porcelain-white skin, mid-back length straight indigo hair, piercing (what appear to be) purple (?) eyes, and an overall nihilistic demeanor. She bends down and picks up a handful of the dust, only to watch it blow and scatter in the breeze. Upon closer inspection, it appeared as if she was not even breathing...
She looks down at the ground again and repeats the process of picking up dust and watching it scatter to the winds. After what seems to be an eternity, I finally ask what the purpose of her watching the dust blow away was. She only tilts her head to the side, almost like a confused dog. She then continued to pick up the dust and watch it blow in the wind, almost as if entranced by the floating gray specks flying off in the distance. I begin to walk away from her, feeling as if nothing would ever come of it, but I suddenly feel constricted by something. I turn around to see the girl glaring at me, her eyes glowing some shade of purple (this was certain now), an arm with a single finger pointed directly at me.
She looks at me, arm outstretched as stated, and then moves both arm and gaze toward the sky. I begin to float off the ground as she points and stares, until I'm directly overhead. She then takes yet another handful of dust and releases it; however, instead of scattering to the winds, it rises straight up into me. This, though, is more than mere dust: it seems to be more like glass shards cutting and rubbing against my skin. I feel cuts forming on my exposed flesh and I begin to see blood drip earthward, almost in a hypnotic, rain-like fashion. The girl continues directing dust upwards, watching the blood hit the ground with a sort of sadness and apathy (or that's what it looked to me anyway).
Finally, after six handfuls of this dust cutting into me and making me bleed, she stops. I am gently brought back to the ground...well, not really: I'm still levitating maybe six inches or so from the ground, right above the blood-stained ground. The girl looks at me with those sad purple eyes and touches my cheek with her hand; it looks as if she's about to cry, but at the same time she looked incapable of doing so. The blood underneath us began to glow red, as if something huge was going to happen. I'm freaking out after all of this, because it's only natural to do so...she calms me down and whispers in my ear:
"You are the Origin. Cleanse this earth and make it prosper once more..."
And then everything went white, then black...
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So yeah...somewhat more trippy than normal, I would assume...but then again, it's pretty normal for me to be somewhat trippy with these things, am I right?
Subject: 10/15 - 10/19: Origin 
Tue Oct 19, 2010 7:57 am
