[caesou]

username; crystal
name;
gender;
describe a peculiar dream they've had;
(word limit: 500 words.)
OR
a piece of art illustrating their dream;

RES

[cerulean blue]

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username; .cookie
name; Annabelle
gender; Female
describe a peculiar dream they've had;
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It was a cold,dark night outside in the woods. Sleeping on the floor she lay. Waking up to find that she is next to a strange Plumerian sleeping as well. "Hello?" She asked with curiosity. The Plumerian faded away and turned into pure, thin air. The fire sparks were flying toward her fur. It didn't burn nor hurt. Annabelle got closer towards the fire. Her paws hovering above the burning ashes. The flame grew bigger and...black. All she could see was black. Infinite black. "Am I dead?" she wondered. She found herself floating higher and higher until she escaped from the black. Annabelle saw herself almost as a ghost. Her body was a white-silver, nearly transparent. She looked down and saw herself sleeping, still being a solid. Her body was slowing taking her somewhere. Annabelle was floating through houses uncontrollably. To everyone else she was nothing. She floated higher and higher and found herself in space. Annabelle saw the Galaxy, there were stars and satalites and she could see Earth. There were tears down her face. She didn't know why she was crying, it wasn't her. Maybe it could be the fact that she is leaving home, or she was meant to die in space.
*GASP*
Annabelle woke up to the sound of a computer noise. She found out that she fell asleep at the computer desk, again. Her right cheek had faint, wet lines running down to her chin. The other was warm after laying on the keyboard. On the screen was a fantasy novel that she has been writing. Images of spirits and space was surrounding her screen also. It was 1 am, after having that dream Annabelle had some inspiration to include in her soon to be novel, The Unknown.
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(word limit: 500 words.)
OR
a piece of art illustrating their dream;

[Firnen+Saphira]

Who is Achilles?

username;
Softballpup12

name;
Firnen

Gender;
Male

Peculiar Dream;
The crystal flames flickered in the wind. The ashes stirred with Firnen's breath. Firnen breathed deeply and tried to relax. There was something terribly wrong. He could feel it in his bones. He shook his head. He must be being paranoid. Firnen stared into the burning flames. He stared as intently as possible until he felt as if the flames could swallow him. He looked deeper yet. He concentrated and felt the wind grow stronger. The flames started to swirl until they formed a massive image. He watched as they formed into a flaming battlefield. Firnen heard shrieks pierce the frigid air. Shouts were heard as he watched fiery horses gallop across the battle field with their galant fire knights upon their backs. Firnen gasped as he watched the two flaming armies combine. He knew that's what they were. He stared intently as they slashed and stabbed at one another. There was a single rider who stood out from the rest. He couldn't be touched. Men would try to cut him but their flaming swords bounced off of his burning skin, almost as if it were metal. He stared in awe a the soldier slashed and stabbed his way through the mob. He was a fearsome warrior of fire. This man was fire. He burned his way through the men as if he were truly on flame, well, he was! A deep, commanding voice spoke from above.
"That is Achilles. He was a brave man, but, he was killed by his own arrogance. You mustn't let it happen to you. The battle will be fought again, but, against much more dangerous foes. You will lead. You will be the new Achilles, Firnen. Just, don't let your pride get the best of you." The voice whispered in his ears. It felt like the wind was speaking directly to him. He felt a gust of wind blow through the gloomy glade. It pushed the fire away and where the vast battle field had once been, a small pile of ash lay, as if there were just a small sparkthat lit some leaves.. Firnen felt a gust of wind blow him over. The voice spoke again. "Remember Achilles, Firnen." It hissed and then was gone. Firnen looked around. He knew what this meant now. He was the new hero, and soon the battle of Troy would be fought again.

[Amethysts]

username;
name;
gender;
describe a peculiar dream they've had;
(word limit: 500 words.)
OR
a piece of art illustrating their dream;

reserve

[claypigeon]

username; funsized
name;
gender;
a piece of art illustrating their dream;

[sapiosexual]

username;
name;
gender;
describe a peculiar dream they've had;
(word limit: 500 words.)
OR
a piece of art illustrating their dream;

[jayus]

dropping out ;v;

username; pipsqueak99
name; nikita novokov.
gender; agender. nikita goes by they/their/them. biologically male.
describe a peculiar dream they've had; [note: nikita swears rather a lot, but they're censored here]
do you ever have those dreams that just... can't be explained? the other week, i was just minding my own darn business, busy sleeping, whatever other crap. in the beginning of my dream, i was trying to plug my phone in. & it wasn't working. freaking thing kept spitting it right the flip back out. so i called customer service. after a call (long & laced with creative expletives, props to me for conceiving those in my head), they sent men to fix it. i thought of those videos with the cable repair guys but then discarded it. then came the hella wacky crap.
one of the guys straight up murdered the other one with my frying pan. this indecency had already angered me (i use that for frying eggs, my legs aren't hot enough damnit). he dragged the body out to my rv, & then left. leaving me to deal with both the body, the evidence, & their broken recorder that was simply replaying "JOHHHHN CENAAAAAA". over. & over. & over again. a bit repetitive if you ask me.
anyways, my first instinct was to drive the rv off of a cliff or a bridge or something, except my rv is not remote controlled. my bad, i guess i didn't plan to think the fudge ahead. so silly of me to not predict this crap. so, i simply drove. the rv radio wouldn't play much outside of "never gonna give you up" & that "why you always lyin'" song. rick rolled by my own rv.
eventually, i was pulled over. at this point, i was thinking that the only thing to make my night better would be driving into the damn ocean. as it turned out, i was to be kidnapped by this nice canadian who offered to take responsibility for the dead body should i simply get into his "dank-booty" van.
easy choice.
i got all up in that van.
there were quite a few people in there already, evidenced by the sinister glares leering at me through the darkness. they took me back to some base or whatever & did all the normal "yo we kidnapped you and now we gon' shake you up" crap except their main goal seemed to be ending various canadian stereotypes. whatever.
so eventually, i just really ticked them off. got tired of their company, y'know? i was careless with water (there goes a few iphones) and sassy and salty to the point where they all got tired of me & wanted to be rid of my presence. just as they started getting interesting (discussing how they would end me), i woke up. i sorta wanna go back to that dream, just to know how i would have met my end. it's interesting, since the brain creates your dreams. what death does my subconscious have planned out for me?
i haven't found the dream again yet though. rip.

[Firnen+Saphira]

I think this closes tonight so Im going to go ahead and drop a good luck to everyone out there!

[Guest]

Goodluck eveyone (whoops sorry if we arent suppose to give gls ;0; )

[ZC.]

Really late good luck to everyone and preemptive congrats to the winner ^u^