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Mar. 7th, 2008 09:52 amBarista at our coffe-shop hangout makes the papers.
http://www.bellinghamherald.com/102/story/344147.html
http://www.bellinghamherald.com/102/story/344147.html
Mar. 7th, 2008
Dream (which I'm sure no one cares about, but I need to write down.)
I was in the woods with a bunch of people. Now, I'm not sure if it was the Fever Woods (from the short story I'm working on) or it wasn't and I was just pretending it was. In the "real" Fever Woods, there is a dead valley where a battle took place a thousand years ago. Though it should have grown over by now, it's still muddy and scarred and haunted.
We were trying to get out of the woods, and I was trying to keep us from going a certain way, either because I wanted them to avoid the valley, or to avoid them learning there was no valley.
In any case, there was a monster in the woods who had to be defeated by one of us having our head chopped off. Some kind of sacrifice, I suppose. I volunteered, as long as I could be raised from the dead afterwards. I knew a necromancer, so that wasn't a problem, I just had to find him afterwards. I don't know why I didn't find him first. >:(
One of the guys had brought a portable guillotine. I stuck my head in, hoped it would be quick, and got smacked on the back of the neck by a dull blade. Because who the hell would sell a real guillotine? No decapitation for us.
So I ran off to find Morya, the aforementioned necromancer who also happens to be a vampire and my Big Fat Mary Sue in my novels. I'd hoped to get there before sunrise, but I just missed it. His house was big and empty and unusually run down. There were cracks in the door to his room which I could peer through. Open windows let in light, and there was a coffin on the floor with a cross and slip of paper placed on top of it. What was going on? I was afraid he'd been attacked. He would never, ever sleep in a coffin - would you? Like me, he sleeps in a lightless room. (Unlike me, the lucky bastard doesn't breath and doesn't have to worry about stuffy air.)
I bang on the door and keep everyone with me (who now include my dad and some random children) from finding out I'm trying to talk to a vampire. Morya eventually answers with a blanket over his head. He's glad to help, though he never tells me why his house is in such lousy shape.
We never did get around to chopping off my head. I remember thinking I would have super powers to fight the monster after I came back from the dead. Before he ran off to find a sword (not his evil sword, I was presuming) Morya gave me a potion to drink which would calm me. It was mud, filled with twigs and fragrant pine needles and a metal toy school bus (which I picked out). I was a little upset he couldn't make a smoother potion, and figured he was messing with me. He was in a great mood for someone with holes in his house. I tentatively nibbled on one of the pine needles.
And then I woke up and didn't have to drink the dang thing.
I was in the woods with a bunch of people. Now, I'm not sure if it was the Fever Woods (from the short story I'm working on) or it wasn't and I was just pretending it was. In the "real" Fever Woods, there is a dead valley where a battle took place a thousand years ago. Though it should have grown over by now, it's still muddy and scarred and haunted.
We were trying to get out of the woods, and I was trying to keep us from going a certain way, either because I wanted them to avoid the valley, or to avoid them learning there was no valley.
In any case, there was a monster in the woods who had to be defeated by one of us having our head chopped off. Some kind of sacrifice, I suppose. I volunteered, as long as I could be raised from the dead afterwards. I knew a necromancer, so that wasn't a problem, I just had to find him afterwards. I don't know why I didn't find him first. >:(
One of the guys had brought a portable guillotine. I stuck my head in, hoped it would be quick, and got smacked on the back of the neck by a dull blade. Because who the hell would sell a real guillotine? No decapitation for us.
So I ran off to find Morya, the aforementioned necromancer who also happens to be a vampire and my Big Fat Mary Sue in my novels. I'd hoped to get there before sunrise, but I just missed it. His house was big and empty and unusually run down. There were cracks in the door to his room which I could peer through. Open windows let in light, and there was a coffin on the floor with a cross and slip of paper placed on top of it. What was going on? I was afraid he'd been attacked. He would never, ever sleep in a coffin - would you? Like me, he sleeps in a lightless room. (Unlike me, the lucky bastard doesn't breath and doesn't have to worry about stuffy air.)
I bang on the door and keep everyone with me (who now include my dad and some random children) from finding out I'm trying to talk to a vampire. Morya eventually answers with a blanket over his head. He's glad to help, though he never tells me why his house is in such lousy shape.
We never did get around to chopping off my head. I remember thinking I would have super powers to fight the monster after I came back from the dead. Before he ran off to find a sword (not his evil sword, I was presuming) Morya gave me a potion to drink which would calm me. It was mud, filled with twigs and fragrant pine needles and a metal toy school bus (which I picked out). I was a little upset he couldn't make a smoother potion, and figured he was messing with me. He was in a great mood for someone with holes in his house. I tentatively nibbled on one of the pine needles.
And then I woke up and didn't have to drink the dang thing.