06-11-2013, 12:01 AM
Crossroads challenge, frustrating education
I am with two friends, i am going to find them. There are shifting scenes, like a coccon at the center of a silken web...the versions ****. Same basic scene, however. A crossroads, dirt roads, in the country. In one version it is arid, witha few scattered oaks along a dry streambed. In anothe rversion, it is more lush, and instead of oaks it is willow trees, and flower petals in the wind. And versions in between. Regardless of the version, its the same layout, a crossroads, and a site where a wizard/sorcerer and his familiar are just camped...waiting for something. I avoid them, go around, and meet my friends. It settles on a more lush version, and my friends are small like two hobbits. They arent warriors like me, not that they arent warriors in the CC scense. But i eman they have a gentler temperment...less skilled in combat as such. I think the wizard, and he feels evil to me, or his intent is, is waiting for them where they have to pass. I gather them and we go up the road away from the wiard who is brooding. Things get more energy then dreams. We are hunting, like rabits, and they skin them for the coats and to make a dish of rabit and melted cheese on rhye bread and stew. At some point, it gets too dangerous. A lion! A lion wrappe dina sheath of golden and purple energy, attacks. I cry this is beyond them, but they stand and fight with their little iron knifes as there slingshots are no good. The lion, it rips one open, before i can drive it off with my energy sword. Poor liitle hobbit! Im unsure what to do...im not a healer, not exactly. So the only thing to do, i know, is go to the strange wizard at the crossroads. I walk right into his "camp", and he has a small humanoid with him as well...mor elike a twisted gnome or imp. I say, i tell him i need healing, for my friend, and i will pay a great price for it, and it is known to be true. So he...does something that makes the hobbit alive without leaving his camp in the crossroads. Now i must pay...what exactly am i paying with he says, ominously. So i open my backpack, and pull out a translucent piece of paper...almost like parchment or japanese rice paper. This, i exclaim. This sheet will tell you something it is important that you know...that you must know to survive...important. He takes it from my hand and hisses it is blank! I tell him energy will write, and show him how to hang it on a wall of energy, like a window to other levels, that i make show in the crossroads. This is infact why he was camped here, to wait for it to open! But i dont open it, i make the gate show. "Hold it against the "wall" i say, press it and power will write what you need to know. So he does. I se the page blacken, like ink, and the answer forms. It says "Betrayal needs to improve" It not more specific then that. He hisses it is useless, and he will take my soul instead. But im on solid "legal" grounds. "No, no" i say. It was correct. (meaning he accepted this as payment, and he didnt like the answer so tried to take what he really wanted" I say...to myself, "this was true right now...this betrayal was a mistake" I mean say to msyelf, becasue as soon as he moved to act, i killed him, flayed him into strips of meat like the rabbit. I took much luminosity/meat. And also ate of his power. But not too much. Rolled it into my pack. then, i reasembled his form, and his helpers...but the helper seemed ammused...the imp...i just froze him mostly...he seemed satisfied by this turn of events...for personal reasons, being this ones slave. So i took it, and i re made the guy, then i vanished, and took the memory of what he lost, and of me away, so he was a much less dangerous...and dare i say it less evil guy after that. I returned to the dying hobbit. He had also tricked me in that he never healed, but thats ok, thats what the meat was for. I patche dit intot he hobbit. (also the lion was a sending from this guy...he made it cross the path he could feel we were on...he had been meditating like a spider on a web feeling vibrations). Then the hobbits are jumping, skipping, home. We sing a song.
Latter, and related tot his, someone, perhaps the wizard, perhaps me, perhaps the hobbits... someone "hunted meals too much". It attacks. (this part of dream was all energy hard to explain how energy lines attack but they do). Now its clear it was about the wizard, or something similar. It attacked too much, took what was not its for taking, and power itself, that had supported this being, it itself, attacked and destroyed him like a tame dog suddenly turning to a wolf and ripping out his masters throat. It reminded me...there is nothing tame about power. Get too familiar, too careless, to abusive...and it will kill the one being disrespectfull. Just like that.
A story of two lovers. A man and a woman. The woman finds the man attractive, and he can not believe such a lady would like him...he is a woodcutter it seems, something like that. He keeps his eyes down, but she keeps bringing him water, and food and speaking gently to him...until he is calm, and he kisses her one day. This lady is from somewhere else. At some point, her husband, who is a strong warrior of some sort, finds out, and mostly out of disgust that she dishonored him by sleeping with such a man (not that he really cared about the sleeping part as such) he falls upon the lovers, in the woods, and kills the wife with a single blow. Now im shifted a bit into the woodcutter, not completely. Like along for the ride in the awareness...and he (woodcutter) runs, crushed and sad, into the woods. I dont think he died. But i know he never left those woods...ever...again. He became a wolf, or something, an animal. Searching the woods for his love afte rhis mind had gone. It ended, as a story or fairytail...that if one goes, to that glade, with the fallen trees, one can hear, a wolfs howl, that sounds like a man grieving, begging, speaking to the moon. I didnt like this story! Womans motives were what? Was more depth then in the energy seeing. Also, a hidden part was they both planned to go intot he woods to be free, the cutte rof his station, and the woman of the lout who claime dher and owned her without support. Like the husband was a spirit husband. See, the fairytail left too much out. At this point it was a book i was holding. And i tossed it down in disgust with thsoe aspects, plus i was a little sad...the being in that guy...even jsut close, had saddened me plus something of his feeling, the madness, grief as he fled into the dark mysteriouse woods struck a bit too close to home for comfort...as it was supposed to do i supposed.
On the topic of disatisfaction with written words, stories, latter i resoved to fix something. I was a higher university student...in dream university continuim. something had gone wrong...i was falling behind. Fallen behind, and the root of it...the fix, i thought, was in a "lower" university...like highschool...setting. So somehow, i got the idea id sit in on highschool again, and this would give me the missing link to catch up on my university work. So i went, to my favorite literature teachers class. I came in mid semester, and there was a paper soon do. But i was just settling in, so i couldnt/didnt start it right away. I assume did get more time...because a few days wasnt enough. But it came time to turn them in, and she would cut me no slack. Said i would be failed. I got angry..waht is this ****, i came here to find what was missing further on, and now your adding to my pile of unwritten papers! I thought you wer emy friend, i hate you! Im telling on you. Im going to the principal i thought to clear it up hes still my friend i thought. I storme dout of class, and the teacher even removed herself two levels like intot he dream wall to avoid my anger was a bit disconcerting. I felt...betrayed, and i cant imagine i was survivable to look at at that point. I step through the classroom door. And...its another dream. A food/kitchen truck. Im in a character getting picnic benches ready. But the chefs, they come, do it all wrong, all hurried. They have a cannon that they throw lettuce into and it shoots out salads, real quick and wrong. Its confusing, but somehow, and i think i ended up cooking it myself...i have a meal. the meal i explained tot he armless man, chicken, coconut milk, rise, etc.
the dream shoots me back tot he highschool...like i just took a single step. But now im olding the blue ceramic dinner palte like i ahve in real life, with bits of food on it. So before i can storm intot he proncipals office, i really need to find a place to throw this away. So i ask the two secretaries by the principals office. They reffuse ot let me use the rubbish bin! And they are rude i dont have an apointment, and that food waste doesnt go here. WTF...tell me wher ei can go, but they tune me out. So now im really upset over a new thing. Now i got to get rid of the plate beofre i can complain to the principal to make the teacher lay off the work...so i can find the missing thing..so i can go back where i belong and finish my damn papers. Its getting so Gd complicated omg. So i find a LOWER secretary thinking they will help me. Same deal...they wont, and there is no where else i can see to go...i went all the way to the lowerst i could find! So i start complaining, possibly threatening, you bette rlet me throw this away, and almost whinning. The secretary...she reaches above her..their is a radio. She turns the music up till it drowns my speaking and looks at he rpapers wont respond. GRRRRRRR
But i stop and lsiten tot he song. Its faith no more "midlife crisis" First i dont care what it is, then i remember ( ) posted that once...hah, that memory gives me the space to take a chill pill, and say ok well...hmm, theres something to this in context, im dreaming, and this plot is going nowhere...i better just...consider it all out of context...ill calm down and wake up. And thats what i did, and got up for the day. lol.
Verse 1:
Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like lettuce
Go on dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving in
I'm thirty-something
Bridge:
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree
Hook:
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
It's a midlife crisis.. It's a midlife crisis..
Verse 2:
What an inheritance
The salt and the kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion
Bridge 2:
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Midlife Crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
Hook:
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's a midlife crisis...
It's a midlife crisis...
Hook:
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
(repeat and fade)
I am with two friends, i am going to find them. There are shifting scenes, like a coccon at the center of a silken web...the versions ****. Same basic scene, however. A crossroads, dirt roads, in the country. In one version it is arid, witha few scattered oaks along a dry streambed. In anothe rversion, it is more lush, and instead of oaks it is willow trees, and flower petals in the wind. And versions in between. Regardless of the version, its the same layout, a crossroads, and a site where a wizard/sorcerer and his familiar are just camped...waiting for something. I avoid them, go around, and meet my friends. It settles on a more lush version, and my friends are small like two hobbits. They arent warriors like me, not that they arent warriors in the CC scense. But i eman they have a gentler temperment...less skilled in combat as such. I think the wizard, and he feels evil to me, or his intent is, is waiting for them where they have to pass. I gather them and we go up the road away from the wiard who is brooding. Things get more energy then dreams. We are hunting, like rabits, and they skin them for the coats and to make a dish of rabit and melted cheese on rhye bread and stew. At some point, it gets too dangerous. A lion! A lion wrappe dina sheath of golden and purple energy, attacks. I cry this is beyond them, but they stand and fight with their little iron knifes as there slingshots are no good. The lion, it rips one open, before i can drive it off with my energy sword. Poor liitle hobbit! Im unsure what to do...im not a healer, not exactly. So the only thing to do, i know, is go to the strange wizard at the crossroads. I walk right into his "camp", and he has a small humanoid with him as well...mor elike a twisted gnome or imp. I say, i tell him i need healing, for my friend, and i will pay a great price for it, and it is known to be true. So he...does something that makes the hobbit alive without leaving his camp in the crossroads. Now i must pay...what exactly am i paying with he says, ominously. So i open my backpack, and pull out a translucent piece of paper...almost like parchment or japanese rice paper. This, i exclaim. This sheet will tell you something it is important that you know...that you must know to survive...important. He takes it from my hand and hisses it is blank! I tell him energy will write, and show him how to hang it on a wall of energy, like a window to other levels, that i make show in the crossroads. This is infact why he was camped here, to wait for it to open! But i dont open it, i make the gate show. "Hold it against the "wall" i say, press it and power will write what you need to know. So he does. I se the page blacken, like ink, and the answer forms. It says "Betrayal needs to improve" It not more specific then that. He hisses it is useless, and he will take my soul instead. But im on solid "legal" grounds. "No, no" i say. It was correct. (meaning he accepted this as payment, and he didnt like the answer so tried to take what he really wanted" I say...to myself, "this was true right now...this betrayal was a mistake" I mean say to msyelf, becasue as soon as he moved to act, i killed him, flayed him into strips of meat like the rabbit. I took much luminosity/meat. And also ate of his power. But not too much. Rolled it into my pack. then, i reasembled his form, and his helpers...but the helper seemed ammused...the imp...i just froze him mostly...he seemed satisfied by this turn of events...for personal reasons, being this ones slave. So i took it, and i re made the guy, then i vanished, and took the memory of what he lost, and of me away, so he was a much less dangerous...and dare i say it less evil guy after that. I returned to the dying hobbit. He had also tricked me in that he never healed, but thats ok, thats what the meat was for. I patche dit intot he hobbit. (also the lion was a sending from this guy...he made it cross the path he could feel we were on...he had been meditating like a spider on a web feeling vibrations). Then the hobbits are jumping, skipping, home. We sing a song.
Latter, and related tot his, someone, perhaps the wizard, perhaps me, perhaps the hobbits... someone "hunted meals too much". It attacks. (this part of dream was all energy hard to explain how energy lines attack but they do). Now its clear it was about the wizard, or something similar. It attacked too much, took what was not its for taking, and power itself, that had supported this being, it itself, attacked and destroyed him like a tame dog suddenly turning to a wolf and ripping out his masters throat. It reminded me...there is nothing tame about power. Get too familiar, too careless, to abusive...and it will kill the one being disrespectfull. Just like that.
A story of two lovers. A man and a woman. The woman finds the man attractive, and he can not believe such a lady would like him...he is a woodcutter it seems, something like that. He keeps his eyes down, but she keeps bringing him water, and food and speaking gently to him...until he is calm, and he kisses her one day. This lady is from somewhere else. At some point, her husband, who is a strong warrior of some sort, finds out, and mostly out of disgust that she dishonored him by sleeping with such a man (not that he really cared about the sleeping part as such) he falls upon the lovers, in the woods, and kills the wife with a single blow. Now im shifted a bit into the woodcutter, not completely. Like along for the ride in the awareness...and he (woodcutter) runs, crushed and sad, into the woods. I dont think he died. But i know he never left those woods...ever...again. He became a wolf, or something, an animal. Searching the woods for his love afte rhis mind had gone. It ended, as a story or fairytail...that if one goes, to that glade, with the fallen trees, one can hear, a wolfs howl, that sounds like a man grieving, begging, speaking to the moon. I didnt like this story! Womans motives were what? Was more depth then in the energy seeing. Also, a hidden part was they both planned to go intot he woods to be free, the cutte rof his station, and the woman of the lout who claime dher and owned her without support. Like the husband was a spirit husband. See, the fairytail left too much out. At this point it was a book i was holding. And i tossed it down in disgust with thsoe aspects, plus i was a little sad...the being in that guy...even jsut close, had saddened me plus something of his feeling, the madness, grief as he fled into the dark mysteriouse woods struck a bit too close to home for comfort...as it was supposed to do i supposed.
On the topic of disatisfaction with written words, stories, latter i resoved to fix something. I was a higher university student...in dream university continuim. something had gone wrong...i was falling behind. Fallen behind, and the root of it...the fix, i thought, was in a "lower" university...like highschool...setting. So somehow, i got the idea id sit in on highschool again, and this would give me the missing link to catch up on my university work. So i went, to my favorite literature teachers class. I came in mid semester, and there was a paper soon do. But i was just settling in, so i couldnt/didnt start it right away. I assume did get more time...because a few days wasnt enough. But it came time to turn them in, and she would cut me no slack. Said i would be failed. I got angry..waht is this ****, i came here to find what was missing further on, and now your adding to my pile of unwritten papers! I thought you wer emy friend, i hate you! Im telling on you. Im going to the principal i thought to clear it up hes still my friend i thought. I storme dout of class, and the teacher even removed herself two levels like intot he dream wall to avoid my anger was a bit disconcerting. I felt...betrayed, and i cant imagine i was survivable to look at at that point. I step through the classroom door. And...its another dream. A food/kitchen truck. Im in a character getting picnic benches ready. But the chefs, they come, do it all wrong, all hurried. They have a cannon that they throw lettuce into and it shoots out salads, real quick and wrong. Its confusing, but somehow, and i think i ended up cooking it myself...i have a meal. the meal i explained tot he armless man, chicken, coconut milk, rise, etc.
the dream shoots me back tot he highschool...like i just took a single step. But now im olding the blue ceramic dinner palte like i ahve in real life, with bits of food on it. So before i can storm intot he proncipals office, i really need to find a place to throw this away. So i ask the two secretaries by the principals office. They reffuse ot let me use the rubbish bin! And they are rude i dont have an apointment, and that food waste doesnt go here. WTF...tell me wher ei can go, but they tune me out. So now im really upset over a new thing. Now i got to get rid of the plate beofre i can complain to the principal to make the teacher lay off the work...so i can find the missing thing..so i can go back where i belong and finish my damn papers. Its getting so Gd complicated omg. So i find a LOWER secretary thinking they will help me. Same deal...they wont, and there is no where else i can see to go...i went all the way to the lowerst i could find! So i start complaining, possibly threatening, you bette rlet me throw this away, and almost whinning. The secretary...she reaches above her..their is a radio. She turns the music up till it drowns my speaking and looks at he rpapers wont respond. GRRRRRRR
But i stop and lsiten tot he song. Its faith no more "midlife crisis" First i dont care what it is, then i remember ( ) posted that once...hah, that memory gives me the space to take a chill pill, and say ok well...hmm, theres something to this in context, im dreaming, and this plot is going nowhere...i better just...consider it all out of context...ill calm down and wake up. And thats what i did, and got up for the day. lol.
Verse 1:
Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like lettuce
Go on dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving in
I'm thirty-something
Bridge:
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree
Hook:
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
It's a midlife crisis.. It's a midlife crisis..
Verse 2:
What an inheritance
The salt and the kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion
Bridge 2:
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Midlife Crisis
I'm a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
Hook:
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's a midlife crisis...
It's a midlife crisis...
Hook:
You're perfect, yes, it's true
But without me you're only you (you're only you)
Your menstruating heart
It ain't bleeding enough for two
(repeat and fade)