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I had a vivid dream...
10 years ago
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One of those dreams that won't let you go even when you're awake. The kind that makes you feel sad and confused all day afterwards. And you know how dreams are weird, so I'm just gonna try to write it down as unaltered as I am able to, before it's gone.
So it turns out I'm some sort of a mad scientist and I get hold of some genuine dragon DNA and I know from the start that this is something great, so I set to work and make a dragon - no details on how exactly I did it, because I guess it's not important.
Before she wakes up for the first time, I watched her sleep and I'm not exaggerating when I say I felt that she was the most divinely beautiful creature I ever saw. Black like midnight, slender and elegant like a cheetah. Yet you probabldy already know how these things tend to turn out: She opens her magnificent emerald green eyes, freaks out on the spot and makes a run for it. And only then it dawns on me that I may have made a terrible mistake.
I set out and search for her, eventually finding her in the midst of causing a ruckus at some high-class social event and I know that she's only confused and lonely and afraid and cold and hungry. And I just wanted to help her, but I knew that you can't force this kind of trust. I felt so bad about this. Not because I set a dragon loose upon the world or because I couldn't control it, but simply because I felt so very sorry for her.
Whenever things in my dreams get out of hand, I usually automatically switch into "lucid dream" mode where I can alter things, and I probably could have altered her, too, into something more "approachable" but I chose not to - it felt dishonest. This was all my fault and there was no pretending to get away from it.
I was getting closer to waking up then, but I tried to get back, just so I could get some closure - but there is never any closure in a dream. All I achieved is that it all got blurry and muddied up in some other nonsense that's probably not important. I remember talking an upcoming job through with Steve Buscemi - you know, the pretty one from Fargo - and every so often looking over my shoulder, thinking "Where is she?" But she was gone now - and all I was left with was the overwhelming stink of failure and disappointment. Again.
I have no idea what this is supposed to tell me. I... feel weird now. Excuse me.
So it turns out I'm some sort of a mad scientist and I get hold of some genuine dragon DNA and I know from the start that this is something great, so I set to work and make a dragon - no details on how exactly I did it, because I guess it's not important.
Before she wakes up for the first time, I watched her sleep and I'm not exaggerating when I say I felt that she was the most divinely beautiful creature I ever saw. Black like midnight, slender and elegant like a cheetah. Yet you probabldy already know how these things tend to turn out: She opens her magnificent emerald green eyes, freaks out on the spot and makes a run for it. And only then it dawns on me that I may have made a terrible mistake.
I set out and search for her, eventually finding her in the midst of causing a ruckus at some high-class social event and I know that she's only confused and lonely and afraid and cold and hungry. And I just wanted to help her, but I knew that you can't force this kind of trust. I felt so bad about this. Not because I set a dragon loose upon the world or because I couldn't control it, but simply because I felt so very sorry for her.
Whenever things in my dreams get out of hand, I usually automatically switch into "lucid dream" mode where I can alter things, and I probably could have altered her, too, into something more "approachable" but I chose not to - it felt dishonest. This was all my fault and there was no pretending to get away from it.
I was getting closer to waking up then, but I tried to get back, just so I could get some closure - but there is never any closure in a dream. All I achieved is that it all got blurry and muddied up in some other nonsense that's probably not important. I remember talking an upcoming job through with Steve Buscemi - you know, the pretty one from Fargo - and every so often looking over my shoulder, thinking "Where is she?" But she was gone now - and all I was left with was the overwhelming stink of failure and disappointment. Again.
I have no idea what this is supposed to tell me. I... feel weird now. Excuse me.
