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My very very long dream

Post by Redwood Shmedwoods on Sun Dec 01, 2013 10:21 pm

So, I remembered a dream on the trip, which almost never happens (Last time was 2 years ago)

And I also realized Original Oaks is for any work, not just tree stuff. DERP.

But anyway, I thought it was kinda cool, so I wrote it all down. And yes, the setting, characters, and actions all were in it. I also made sure that the narration and diolauge were all word for word what I heard. So, my four page copied and pasted dream (which I titled Dreaming of peace) is as follows (Oh, be sure to tell me what you think!):

Twelve creatures, two races, stood at the swirling door of light. Six of them were humans, the rest had silver skin and robes with different stones embedded in them. Not knowing where the light led, everyone bundled together, trying to decide which is worse: The unknown, or the burning land they stood in. Two of the twelve figures stepped up and, holding hands, stepped together towards the light, while the others stayed behind. This is where our journey begins, on the other side.

In this world, everything seemed like ours. There was grass, trees, and homes. The only true difference was the lack of creatures on the street, except for a figure wearing a black robe with a pink citrine holding the hood tied shut. This woman, Lillian, looked around, baffled and walked into a house that was nearby for shelter.

Inside, she was greeted by nobody, but she heard the faint sound of whimpering. Looking under a small tablecloth, Lillian screamed at the sight of an unknown creature, one with green skin and black eyes. It was, in fact, a creature called an Ottian.

Running outside, Lillian spied upon two Ottians in the back yard. The older, appearing to be a thirty year old woman, helped the child collect flowers. While Lillian was fearful, she saw they had some humanity. Suddenly, Lillian found a sword at her neck.

The Ottian she saw earlier was holding a weapon shakily to her neck. “Well, what a wonderful greeting you guys have here,” Lillian said sarcastically, trying not to show her upset feelings.
“Why are you here? What is your motive? Who are you? What are you?” the Ottian bored questions at her, yet Lillian remained silent.

“You have no weapon, you cannot fight!” The Ottian declared, but Lillian could swear she heard a tinge of fear in his voice.

Soon, the sword started glowing, and floated naturally into Lillian’s hands, leaving the Ottian unarmed. “How’s that for a weapon?” she asked.

“What do you want?” the Ottian said in defeat.

Dropping the weapon, Lillian said simply “I want peace.” Looking around, she asked, “Would you mind me staying here? I won’t cause any trouble, and I am tired from my journey.”

Confused, yet relieved, the Ottian said “I suppose? I’m Dean, by the way.”

“Lillian, nice to meet you.” They shook hands.

So the household was peaceful, at last. After the other two Ottians had accepted that Lillian wasn’t any harm, they introduced themselves as Diana (the elder) and Gene (the daughter). At dinner, the Ottian family spoke of a war between Ottians and humans, how the humans went into outrage upon an Ottian troop killing several human girls without pity, how the rest of the Ottians tried to strike back, how this family was in hiding as they wished not to fight. Over time, Lillian came to like, even trust, the odd family, and her cape’s stone grew brighter pink.

One day, there was a pounding at the door. Upon peeking through it, Lillian saw the humans and instinctively put up a shining barrier around the Ottians and herself. “You’re safe with this,” she told the shivering Ottians behind her, “Just stay in the globe and nothing can hurt you. “

The humans burned the house down to the ground. Then they shot a plentiful amount of bullets at the Ottians, each shattering. Lillian stepped out in front of the Ottians, taking her sphere with her, and terrifying the human troops.

“What…?” A chorus of humans said.

One particularly brave soldier cried, “Why are you helping them?!” gesturing to the Ottians.

“Why am I protecting them?” Lillian said, “As payment for their shelter I could say, but that would be a lie.”

“Before I came here, I lived in a family of my own kind, and humans. We Dimensians are born with powers of sorts, like the sphere I am using now. We all are born with a stone as well, that let us keep in touch.”

“The world was fine at first, we all lived in harmony, us daisies sat with the roses.” As daisies and roses sprang from the ground, Lillian continued, “But the roses soon wanted  our powers for themselves, and saw the center, our stones, as a way to achieve their goal.” Lillian scooped the pollen of a daisy out, and the flower began to wither.

“The roses found no use of our pollen, and as we withered away and died, they accused us of treachery. The daisies struck back, and so did the roses. While the rose’s physical weapons were no match for our minds, they had stealth, fire, and our blood to create a weapon more effective. The daisies were just as busy making a bomb that could effect all of them at a time.”

“Soon, the battle began; everything went into flames, the roses, the daisies, and the land the flowers flourished in.” Lillian’s stone dulled, turning murky and gray. “Everything I knew slowly died.”

“Yet six daisies and six roses formed a group, a group who hated fighting. We saw a door of shining light, and two of the flowers stepped through. I was one of those flowers. One flower found a house, and met a group of new flowers, say, dandelions,” she gestured to the group behind her “and learned they wanted peace too. The other flower went into hiding underground, but knows that her friend will call for her when she needs her.”

“So, I suppose the better question is why are you fighting?” Lillian said, her stone glaring with a passionate magenta glow.

For a minute, the soldiers stood silently, unsure of what to do. Soon a human figure came from behind Lillian. “I’m here now,” is all she said.

Lillian sunk to her knees. “Sissy,” she whimpered, sounding afraid and relieved at the same time, as she looked up at the figure with pale skin, long brown hair, round blue eyes, and clothed in nothing more than rags.

“Lil,” said the figure, named Rena. “I’m so sorry I didn’t come earlier, I let my fear control me.”

“Sissy, I can’t do it. I tried to look strong,” tears stung her face, “But… I can’t hold this barrier. They aren’t convinced. Mommy and Daddy already died, now it’ll be my fault this family dies too.” Lillian sobbed.

Before Rena could reply, Gene tugged her mom’s sleeve, “Mom, who’s that?” and to point out Rena, stepped out of the barrier just long enough for a solider to grab her by the neck.

“If you come peacefully, she won’t die.” The soldier said as Gene kicked and screamed.

Looking around, Lillian allowed the group to cuff all of their hands. They were taken to a huge prison-like area, and each creature was locked in a cell. It wasn’t long until both Lillian and Rena were taken into a large meeting room, complete with chairs, a large table, and many people staring at the prisoners.

“You two will help us capture the Ottians. We will bundle them all up, with your help,” the speaking person faced Lillian, “And kill them all at once. But don’t think we won’t hurt the creatures before it’s time if they cause any trouble.”

“Where do I come in, and why should I help?” Lillian replied.

“Simple, you lock their cages with a spell, and help us capture the Ottians. As for motivation, if you help, both your sister and the child can live in our cells, and if you don’t, well, let’s say we can’t insure their safety.”

Lillian just nodded, and was sent back to her cell. Now she was presented with several choices; She could fight, resulting in the death of humans and most likely herself and the Ottians, she could go along with their commands, saving a few who otherwise would have died, but allowing the deaths of millions, or she could commit suicide, and have a chance of saving many, but likely killing everyone, including her remaining family.

Now reader, you probably wonder Lillian’s decision, or her cunning plan that saves everyone, but the truth is, there isn’t a way. Such is the way of life and war; sometimes there is no completely moral decision, no way out. Due to a lack of communication and the deaths of loved ones, sometimes these wars happen, pointless or not. The story you have read, while clearly fantastical, is sometimes the way things happen. The only true way to stop these from happening is by a whole community working together. Lillian, while far more powerful than anyone else, could not save everyone as an individual, and now it is too late. If at any point the humans listened to the Ottians, and the Ottians spoke to the humans, the war could have passed without deaths. But it takes both sides of a disagreement compromising to make any change to the world in a positive direction.

What happens from here matters not, as any choice would end in bloodshed of many innocents. Either way there is one final ending:

And so, the land was burned. Everything had died, with the exception of a few survivors who bundled together. Those survivors frantically ran about the singed land, hoping for a way out of the living nightmare they stood in. This time there was no swirling door of light, no escape to a distant land. Not this time. The survivors slowly died off from starvation, each death more discouraging than the last. With its spirits truly crushed, the final survivor laid down in the ash and waited to die. What was on the other side, nobody knows. But now, at last, this story has come to a true end, although in real life the story continues, never-ending, and more hope filled. While the fantastical people had no hope, we still do. If we communicate and listen to one another, then we shall truly live in a world filled with happiness and joy. But this story is finished, and it is time for the Ottians, Dimensians, and humans to rest.
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Re: My very very long dream

Post by Mr. Sapling on Wed Dec 04, 2013 6:26 pm

*Scrolls through*

Yeaaaaaahhhh.  Not reading that. Sorry.
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Re: My very very long dream

Post by Redwood Shmedwoods on Sun Dec 08, 2013 8:09 pm

Doh, you should
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Re: My very very long dream

Post by Mr. Sapling on Fri Dec 13, 2013 12:24 am

Sorry, it's probably not worth my time.
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Re: My very very long dream

Post by Redwood Shmedwoods on Sat Dec 14, 2013 10:08 pm

Nice too see that you are being polite  Very Happy 
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Re: My very very long dream

Post by Redwood Shmedwoods on Fri Jan 24, 2014 11:51 pm

PLEEEEASE? I spelled ensure wrong (as insure)! Very Happy 

Why are my dreams (in this case, like, nightmare-ish thing?) so in depth??
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Re: My very very long dream

Post by Mr. Sapling on Sat Jan 25, 2014 1:17 pm

I read it.  Are you happy now?

You could've made an actual ending, Y'know.  It's bad enough that you had to make it the most depressing story in the history of ever, but you couldn't even give it an ending?  So what if the dream didn't go that far?  So what if this is exactly how the dream went?  You could have made it better by editing it to be less suspenseful and depressing.  You admit to it being a fantastical story IN the story, but it doesn't have the main gimmick (I couldn't find a better word) of fantasy stories. Fantasies ALWAYS, and I repeat, ALWAYS have a good ending.  So maybe, now you can edit your story to make it better.  Your dream should create the base of the story, and you should create the details.  At least, that's what I think.

P.S. Now that I read this, this is almost as cheesy as your story. I rate your story 2/10
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Re: My very very long dream

Post by Redwood Shmedwoods on Sat Jan 25, 2014 10:56 pm

Wow. "Fantasies ALWAYS, and I repeat, ALWAYS have a good ending."
I have never heard something so wrong.
Fantasies are well known to have tragedy. Some of the world's most famous literature *Cough Hamlet cough* Are fantastical stories with sad endings. It had an ending. I realize the story could easily be better, but I didn't edit it. I SAID that I wasn't going to edit it, because this is not a story, this is me sharing what I dreamt about. When I asked what you thought about it, I meant that you thought about the fact that I dreamt it, not it's quality. That being said, I am grateful you read it. Good-bye.
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Post by Mr. Sapling on Sun Jan 26, 2014 5:08 pm

1. What's Hamlet?

2. I say fantasies have good endings because that's all I've ever read or watched.

3.No, it doesn't have an ending.  
Cool=Redwood_Trees wrote:What happens from here matters not.....
Sure, there was that "One final ending" thing, but the ending I was referring to was what happened to Lillian. What choice did Lillian make to have that "one final ending" be possible? Was it even Lillian that caused the ending to happen? It doesn't matter what the ultimate ending was. What matters is the main character, Lillian's ending.

4. Okay maybe you didn't edit it. But that doesn't stop you from editing it now and making it something to be proud of instead of just something that you remembered from your dreams that you typed into Word and copy/Pasted on the cult.

5. Why are there random ads and green words everywhere?

I think it's cool that you dreamt of something this large and remembered it word for word, but you could also edit it and make it a true masterpiece. If I angered you and started an argument, then I'm sorry. I was only making critisizms where I thought critisizms were needed. If you disagree, then sorry. Everyone thinks differently.
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Post by Redwood Shmedwoods on Sun Jan 26, 2014 6:23 pm

Hamlet is a Shakespear piece of literature and is one of the most famous pieces of literature ever written, and is horrendously tragic and meaningful.

Seeing as you are 11, I suppose you would not have read many tragedies that are fantasies, since they are directed toward older audiences. I apologize for getting angry, it's just that tragic fantasies (especially ones with romance) are my favorite kind of literature, and, well, you get the point.

I am not making this into a story, not because it's at all a bad idea, but because I am to lazy XD.

For 5:
I know right?

And three, if you read the last part over, she either is dead, or will be dead in a matter of days as everyone else is, and there is no escape
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Re: My very very long dream

Post by Mr. Sapling on Sun Jan 26, 2014 10:18 pm

Thank you for the story and explanations. End of convo.
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Re: My very very long dream

Post by the burning tree on Mon Feb 10, 2014 3:07 pm

I believe this is all happening for a reason.
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