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Love and War
17 years ago
Dream Narrative #5
(I have 4 previous ones on YS which if you really feel like reading them you can find under the username Kraven)
Had a good dream last night. Unlike in my previous dream entries here, this one actually took place in a world of furries. Most of the furs involved were kind of generic canid or lupine looking, but I can't really remember much other than that about how they looked.
There was a war on, between two opposing factions. There wasn't a particular reason, and by appearances alone there wasn't much to say that it was a good vs evil kind of thing. Even so, there was a feeling of righteousness about me and my companions which probably meant we at least believed ourselves to be fighting on the side of virtue. We had sort of a base or operations room where we were doing all of our planning; nothing high tech, but an important gathering place nonetheless. The battle was not going well though, and we were forced to abandon that room to the enemy.
Everyone left except for me; I don't know why I stayed. Perhaps for reconnaissance or something similar, but I was still there when our enemy arrived. They seemed not to notice me at first and took the room for their own new center of command. Several of them also had large, angelic wings. The winged ones seemed to be higher-ranking. When they finally did notice my presence they seemed uneasy, but they did nothing to harm me.
In the middle of the room there was a slightly raised section of floor, perhaps six feet square and about a foot off the ground. Everyone stuck to the edges of the room for the most part but there was one who sat on the edge of this platform. He was one of the winged ones, a gray-furred wolf. He seemed to be one of the most important people in the room, if not their leader. It was because of him that I was not harmed. He wanted to speak with me.
I went and sat beside him without any real words having been spoken yet. It was somehow clear that I was to do so. He looked troubled, and lost in his thoughts. When he did speak, I can not recall exactly what he said, but he chose his words carefully. He asked me a general question, almost philosophical, which didn't really give anything about his real problem away. I answered as best I could with what I knew, but it came out cold and scientific. It became clear that it was the wrong thing to say, once he explained more.
He told me that he had fallen in love with a horse, a feral stallion. Somehow this was giving him a great moral dilemma that affected his ability to lead. He was questioning whether they were right to be fighting us because of what had happened to him. He went on explaining his love and as he did so I could see him clearly with the equine he spoke of; a beautiful, pure-white breed. He told me that when they mated his cock had grown to match the size of the stallion's; which seemed like something amazing and wonderous alltogether. I could see all of these things, as he spoke of them...
THE END
This was beautiful to me in it's own way, but also perplexing. It leaves so much unanswered. I wish that more had happened before I woke up. I can't know what happened to this war, what the horse-lover decided to do. I don't even really understand very well why he was having so much trouble coping with the idea of his love. Perhaps love was not something particularly valued by his side? It may be that he found more in common with me and my brethren. It would explain why he wasn't sure he wanted the war to go on. It's odd that I can't clearly remember any of the spoken words of our conversation and yet retain such strong ideas about what it was about. I know of what we spoke and what it FELT like but that's all. Odd.
(I have 4 previous ones on YS which if you really feel like reading them you can find under the username Kraven)
Had a good dream last night. Unlike in my previous dream entries here, this one actually took place in a world of furries. Most of the furs involved were kind of generic canid or lupine looking, but I can't really remember much other than that about how they looked.
There was a war on, between two opposing factions. There wasn't a particular reason, and by appearances alone there wasn't much to say that it was a good vs evil kind of thing. Even so, there was a feeling of righteousness about me and my companions which probably meant we at least believed ourselves to be fighting on the side of virtue. We had sort of a base or operations room where we were doing all of our planning; nothing high tech, but an important gathering place nonetheless. The battle was not going well though, and we were forced to abandon that room to the enemy.
Everyone left except for me; I don't know why I stayed. Perhaps for reconnaissance or something similar, but I was still there when our enemy arrived. They seemed not to notice me at first and took the room for their own new center of command. Several of them also had large, angelic wings. The winged ones seemed to be higher-ranking. When they finally did notice my presence they seemed uneasy, but they did nothing to harm me.
In the middle of the room there was a slightly raised section of floor, perhaps six feet square and about a foot off the ground. Everyone stuck to the edges of the room for the most part but there was one who sat on the edge of this platform. He was one of the winged ones, a gray-furred wolf. He seemed to be one of the most important people in the room, if not their leader. It was because of him that I was not harmed. He wanted to speak with me.
I went and sat beside him without any real words having been spoken yet. It was somehow clear that I was to do so. He looked troubled, and lost in his thoughts. When he did speak, I can not recall exactly what he said, but he chose his words carefully. He asked me a general question, almost philosophical, which didn't really give anything about his real problem away. I answered as best I could with what I knew, but it came out cold and scientific. It became clear that it was the wrong thing to say, once he explained more.
He told me that he had fallen in love with a horse, a feral stallion. Somehow this was giving him a great moral dilemma that affected his ability to lead. He was questioning whether they were right to be fighting us because of what had happened to him. He went on explaining his love and as he did so I could see him clearly with the equine he spoke of; a beautiful, pure-white breed. He told me that when they mated his cock had grown to match the size of the stallion's; which seemed like something amazing and wonderous alltogether. I could see all of these things, as he spoke of them...
THE END
This was beautiful to me in it's own way, but also perplexing. It leaves so much unanswered. I wish that more had happened before I woke up. I can't know what happened to this war, what the horse-lover decided to do. I don't even really understand very well why he was having so much trouble coping with the idea of his love. Perhaps love was not something particularly valued by his side? It may be that he found more in common with me and my brethren. It would explain why he wasn't sure he wanted the war to go on. It's odd that I can't clearly remember any of the spoken words of our conversation and yet retain such strong ideas about what it was about. I know of what we spoke and what it FELT like but that's all. Odd.
