[deleteduser]

username: starbliss
kalon name: Rochollate
a recurring dream: (max 1000 words) rochollate remembers dreaming about her crush, who of course likes her back. they were walking along the beach when a beautiful sunset appeared, reflecting Rochollate's fur.

[roelian]

username:
katzuvo

kalon name:
Kovu

a recurring dream:
Kovu can feel the soft chill of the bamboo flooring beneath his feet and he just smiles, for he knows he is back here. This unnamed place, a long hallway of dozens of doors. Endless rooms stretching along bamboo walls, lanterns illuminating as far down as he can see.

Kovu takes a step, and another, the quiet was once eerie but it is now a comfort, for he knows that he is dreaming. He recognizes this place as such, and the excitement thrumming in his veins at what is to come spurs him on even faster as he passes the rooms with blackened doors. They are symbols that he has already passed those tests, gained their knowledge and moved forward.

Kovu comes to the nearest unopened door and carefully slides the panel open, peering inside. Each room is different but very much the same, and this room proves true to that. It is empty, save for a wooden dresser and a mirror. Kovu used to cherish the decorations and the soft music in the air, but now only seeks out his prize as he moves to the dresser and retrieves the scrolls he knows are inside.

The scroll is old and worn and he is careful as he unravels it, eyes soaking in the foreign words. He repeats them, still somehow baffled by the idea of his dream self knowing a language that his waking self does not. As he speaks, he feels the magic flow within him, lifting him from sleep back to consciousness.

He grins as he repeats the lingering words to himself, the magic crossing the barrier of the dreams into his real world, slipping from his fingers. Distantly, he hears an unsettling rumble.

"You thought you could steal my knowledge, mortal child?"

[cribunni]

Alorum Caster || Male [ he/him ]



hazy paintings

He awoke in the tall grass, like he always did. He was surrounded by the towering yellowed brown stems of something unidentified; wheat perhaps, although they had a strange purple tint to their tips. Alorum lifted himself slowly, the deep purple sky swirling and bending against a bright orange light radiating in the distance. He looked around, the field bare and windswept. This was a lonely place.
Alorum gathered himself off of the ground, the grass still reaching his hip bone with ease. The air was thick and warm, and smelled of burning hair. A bright orange, hazy light shone from a little ways off. Alorum’s paws seemed to move him toward the light, his mind turning all responsibility to his body. His body carried him like a well-oiled machine, in which the parts always did their job. As he walked towards the light, he began to notice planets and moons circle over head. Alorum watched as an asteroid crashed through a deep green planet, sending it into spilntered pieces across the sky. He did not flinch as the pieces landed all around him.
As he finally grew near to the light, it was apparent that the light radiated in waves from raging flames. A tall grey farmhouse sat, fire exploding from the windows and sweeping against its shingles. Emotions trickled into his chest from the scene: happiness, change, sadness, anger, abandonment; exactly in that order. Something happened here, and even in his dream state, he sent a silent prayer to whomever suffered in this place. Alorum whipped his head toward a spiraling oak tree to the right of the house, where a shadowed figure stood. It slowly crawled it’s way around the trunk, long legs scraping into the bark. The praying mantis stood 8 feet tall, it’s mandibles big enough to crush bones. It’s large eyes flinched at every movement the grass made, its talon-like legs tensed in preparation. Alorum stepped back slowly, his paw slipping between the ribs of a skeleton. Bones and skulls littered the ground around the house, the fire slowly engulfing them. The praying mantis scuttled forward, standing straight up and making a hissing noise. Alorum slung the skeleton away as he broke his paw free, trembling at the familiar sight.
He backed up quickly, lungs inflating like balloons under his skin. He rose his arms above his head, covering all he could from the beast. He peaked out slowly, and noticed that the insect had stopped a few feet away. It’s head was cocked to the side, an odd look of confusion — and perhaps amusement — in its features. Heat radiated up his neck as Alorum slowly brought his arms forward, flames dancing across his fur almost beautifully. He watched as the praying mantis scuttled away, crawling back up the gnarled tree. It wasn’t the beast that had been eating people. It was the flames.
Alorum seemed to change views, as if he were a camera lens. He zoomed out from the scene, watching as the flames slowly dissipated back into the house. They flowed back inside as if attached to a string. The windows and door slammed shut, the fire contained within. The place had seemed to reset on itself. The praying mantis crawled from the tree, scuttling towards a body — his body — in which he could now see. Now the skeletons made sense to him. The house had eaten them up with its inner heat, and provided the beast with an offering. The perfect way to work together in a wasteland such as this. He never did think that a farmhouse would be a predator.

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[rustyroxy]

username:
kalon name:
a recurring dream: (max 1000 words)

res

[aeth]

username:
kalon name:
a recurring dream: (max 1000 words)

loud sobbing

[Decca]

mark omg

[mossmuttz]

username: Haec
kalon name: Kaziah
a recurring dream: (max 1000 words);

It began with the fall.

The descent down through the clouds was the only thing that Kaziah could really remember about her dreams. She remembered how vivid the sky was; an off-set pink, with streaks of blues and purples. The sun was high and the wind was whistling in her ears as she floated, it seemed, through the sky. She remembered the quality of the light, and how for those moments in her dream, everything seemed perfect. Beautiful.
And that’s when things turned on her.
The sky was suddenly darkened and flashed with an anger that the clouds gargled from the back of their throats. The once pink sky turned black with anger. Now just darkness. Alone. Nobody to hear her scream, cry for help, nothing.
Until, after what seemed like an eternity, she hit the ground. Something fluorescent bloomed beside her head as she lifted it. A rabbit. A small white rabbit. Kaziah watched it with curiousity in her eyes, her paw outstretched and tail swinging in the air. The rabbit simply looked away. It cast its head aside and seemed to take a step forward, as if it wanted Kazia to follow it. And she did.
After walking through nothing but empty space, she could see something in the distance. A tree, she was sure, with bright flowers and birds perched as if they’d been placed there- like figurines. Her pace quickened as she reached its roots. And there, at its base, lay a white flower. Kazia’s eyes watered as she bent down and smelt the scent of it. It reminded her of the smell back at home, grandmothers lavender cookies and the rose tea she always used to drink when she was with her. She smiled. “Grandma,” she thought. “I miss you.”

[2246]

｛ username: nikolina ｝｛ kalon name: eliza ｝
a recurring dream:


I realize I am dreaming.

The wet crystal raindrops falling on my eyelashes,
weighing them down on my eyes, forcing me to close my eyes.
Everything around me is a blur, I can’t see clearly.
Bright circles and lines, going left, right, some colliding into each other, than becoming one again.
It is dark around me. I feel cold, so cold.

Then a honk, a car.

“Hey, what are you doing?! Move off the road!”

I barely open my mouth (it feels as if someone sew my lips shut?!), ready to reply, but I don’t speak.

Why can’t I say anything?

Why can’t I move an inch?

Why am I here?

...Where is that, here, exactly?

Then I feel a warm hand on my shoulder, I try to turn around, to see who is it, but I can’t. I’m frozen solid.
They say something to me, in a voice with such kindness and grace that I think, for just a few seconds, it might be an angel.
But I don’t understand a word.
I can hear the melody of their voice, as beautiful as a child’s laughter, but I don’t understand.

Why can’t I understand?

Then I wake up, shaking, sweating, my heart, beating so fast, I fear it might tear open my chest, my lungs, suffocating me.
A cold breeze enters my window, moving its cold fingers over my sweating skin, making me shake even more.
I feel the hairs rise on the back of my neck.
I try to focus on my curtains, they dance so beautifully and gently on the breeze..

But then a ring, my phone.

Unknown number.

I answer it, but remain silent.
It seems as an automated message?
“You’ve reached the Housekeepers of Memories Evoked!! We’re sorry to inform you that we sadly, lost your memory. But don’t fear just yet! You’re getting 35% off for any memory removal! Isn’t that a great deal, call us for more details on this great deal and we will-” I end the call.

I sit up, my throat is dry, it hurts to swallow, as if I’m swallowing nails.
I look at the window, the only source of light in this room. I look at the floor, it is carpeted, pink? Or it could be purple? It’s too dark to see.
I step on it, making quiet, small steps, and slowly get near my window. I feel the softness under my feet.

The window. It’s raining. I see a street, cars, their lights and lines, then a honk.
I see a girl, I see myself, standing on the road, wearing only a nightdress, and some shoes, shaking, crying, I seem young. I am frozen with fear.
How did I get here?
Why here?
Then I see a figure reach me, then it all freezes. It all stops again.

Then I wake up, to my phone ringing.

“You’ve reached the Housekeepers of Memories Evoked!! We’re sorry to inform you that we sadly, lost another one of your memories. But don’t fear just yet! You’re getting 25% off for any memory removal! Isn’t that a great deal-”

I end the phone call.
Throw my phone on the ground, I hear its glass skeleton break, but it’s not dead yet, I hear it ringing, with a broken, repeating ring. Singing its tune.
“Pick me up, look at me.” It says.

I refuse to.

I look around the room, the only light is coming from the window, everything else is veiled in sticky, creeping darkness.

I get up, but not carefully, I step on broken glass, I don’t feel the pain however.
I just feel the cold glass digging into my feet, and my warm blood rush down, staining the carpet.

I reach the window.
I see a road, no cars, and a girl. It’s me. I’m young.

I’m holding a sign, a name of a city written on it.

A car stops, but I refuse to enter it.

Then the lights.

Blue and red.

A police officer.

They are trying to talk to me, trying to get me to enter the car, but I push and scream.

Then I wake up.

It’s cold, so cold.
The water got into my tent, again. I run my hand over my soft pink blanket.. My phone isn’t here..

I had that dream again..

I find my flashlight, I turn it on.
Light.
Words.
Written all over my tent.

“DON’T ENTER THE CAR.
REFUSE.
DON’T LISTEN.
DON’T TRUST.
THEY TOOK YOUR MEMORIES.
YOUR FAMILY IS TRICKING YOU.
TRUST ONLY YOURSELF.

PLEASE.

FIND HIM.”

I look at torn newspaper page, it’s an article, I skim over the text,

“This is the man that has illegally downloaded over hundred memories from Housekeepers of Memories Evoked.
A former employee of H.O.M.E, ________ _____, was found with undeniable evidence of this horrid crime that shook our Lands.”

“He took away our privacy.”
“He is a criminal!”
“Where is justice?!”
“He deserves death!”
“Why would anyone ever do that?!”

“The authorities are still looking for suspect.
If you know any information, please call the number below.”

“We, H.O.M.E, apologize for this event, it is our rule to delete all memories you wish to delete. Forever. Leave no traces behind. And as we all know, mistakes do happen, and once lost memory cannot be brought back, but as we say, it is probably for the best that it was lost.
Thank you for your patience, and we would like to reward all new customers with a 10% coupon!”

I can feel my gut burning with anger, as I read the initials “H.O.M.E”.
They lost my memories. Many of them.
Or someone payed them to delete them... My family?

I don’t remember much, my name, my past, my family.

But I know what I must do to bring it all back and get my revenge.

I have to find this man, and bring back my memories.

Not just for me, but for everyone that was tricked by H.O.M.E.

I have to.

[1000/1000]

[messenger]

username: messenger
kalon name: cyrielle
a recurring dream:

Humming, all I can hear is the dips and rises of their voices. Thousands upon thousands of voices. They sing of his melancholy, his benevolence. I may hear but my vision is flooded with ink.

Their song nears blaring and I feel as though I'm wading through mud. My head is ringing, chest compressed and breathing ragged. I'm screaming but no sound is coming. brump brump brump comes the drums. Faster and faster it goes, I can't withhold my struggling.

Suddenly all the sound ceases, and I'm shrouded in silence. I blink open my eyes, my head is bowed to the ground. Before me is a throne of tarnished silver, thick vines are slowly clawing their way up. My head is yanked up and I face the one who sits upon the throne. A rat, dressed in nothing but an eight-pronged crown of gold. He steps up on his hind legs and approaches me, I flinch back. I realize I'm no bigger than him, smaller even, and I shrink further within myself.

"Fear not," He whispers, reaching out to stroke my cheek. I remain rigid. "No harm shall become you."

He speaks in squeaks and chatters, yet, I understand it as if it were my own language. My confusion deepens further. I can no longer remain still and I step back, only to collide with a firm chest. I whip my head so fast I fear it might twist off. Two sentinels stand guard behind me, both equipped with spears. My emotions must be painted brightly on my face as the rat king chuckles earnestly.

"Fear not, fear not, friend." He grins and tilts his head. "Follow me, and all will be explained."

I do so without hesitation. He leads me down a maze of corridors and I'm left dizzy and nauseous. The king grabs my paw and my attention is grabbed by the towering statue in front of us. I can barely look at it, its form keeps changing to something beyond description. I have to duck my head away.

"Beauty beyond comprehension," The king sounds less like he's talking to me and more that he's paying a compliment to the statue. I remain silent.

Suddenly something shifts in my peripherals. I slowly lift my head to face the movement. It's a silhouette of the king. A shadow of him, almost. I glance back to the king but he's still enraptured by the sculpture. The shadow grins at me and it fills me with such a strong dread. My legs move without instruction and I pluck the king from the floor before fleeing.

Slower and slower I move, as if I'm trudging through quicksand. The shadow is catching up and I can only panic. Before I am even able to think, the shadow touches the tail of the king and I skid to a halt. Gone from sight is the being and I'm left with a shivering rat king in my arms. I want to ask him what's wrong but my throat seizes up and I can only make a series of gargles. It's as though he's aging rapidly, his fur greys and his skin shrivels. Such strong sorrow grips my heart and I fall to the ground waling. His last breath escapes and I'm left in solitude.

--

I bolt upright in my bed, chest heaving. My ears are ringing and my throat is hoarse. Suddenly my mind catches up to me and I sink back to the comfort of my pillows. I always hated having to relive this dream.

(591/1000)

[SandSpider]

username: SmolLilTrashcan
kalon name: Sonnet
a recurring dream: wip!!