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Artists get ideas for characters in many different ways. This character was inspired from a weird dream I had. here it goes...
I'm in a Library people all around reading and all, and I see this girl sitting there reading.. she looks very bashfull but is not afraid when I try to talk to her about what she is reading (for some reason I can't read anything in dreams) but what I do read is how happy that someone is talking to her, and I can't get over bright smile that is as big as her glasses. As she is talking to me, suddenly the doors to the front of the library open and there is a tornado outside sucking everything into it, us included, Just as she is starting to get caught in it I am able to grab her hand and grab hold of something to prevent us from going in also, But as I hold on the bar that I am holding on to starts to break and we both go towards the door....then I woke up...
weird huh?
I wonder what it ment...?
I donno...It might just mean that I shouldn't eat pizza before I go to sleep...lol
But this is my tribute to a weird dream...maybe It is based on a person that I will meet in the future.
WADAYATHINK?
I'm in a Library people all around reading and all, and I see this girl sitting there reading.. she looks very bashfull but is not afraid when I try to talk to her about what she is reading (for some reason I can't read anything in dreams) but what I do read is how happy that someone is talking to her, and I can't get over bright smile that is as big as her glasses. As she is talking to me, suddenly the doors to the front of the library open and there is a tornado outside sucking everything into it, us included, Just as she is starting to get caught in it I am able to grab her hand and grab hold of something to prevent us from going in also, But as I hold on the bar that I am holding on to starts to break and we both go towards the door....then I woke up...
weird huh?
I wonder what it ment...?
I donno...It might just mean that I shouldn't eat pizza before I go to sleep...lol
But this is my tribute to a weird dream...maybe It is based on a person that I will meet in the future.
WADAYATHINK?
Category All / Human
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wow, this is sorta like a dream I had (strange girl included, though she was a bit odder than your gal)
It starts out in my uncle's living room. My sister, mother, and father are sitting and chatting rather non-chalantly (wierd since my dad and mom are at odds, but I'm not bring that drama to FA) and I'm standing there kinda 'wtf'ing cause I KNOW its off that this is happening. Suddenly I hear a roar and spin around to look out the window that makes up most of the opposite... THeres nothign but inky blackness.
I turn around to try and confer with my family about this but before I can get a word out, my dad asks whats wrong with my teeth and reaches up and starts grabbing my canines. I yank back as I hear another roar I turn to see that the windows been blown OUTWARD. I turn back to my family a second time and everything gets... dull. Dull and I seem to leave a phatom me in my place, that and everything stops. Everything except my cat, who lets out a meow and goes into the kitchen.
Now I was SLIGHTLY lucid at this point, and made to follow my kitty further down the rabbit hole.
There was a flash of white and I was standing in a pure white building on the ground floor of what could easily be a modern art museum. In front and behind me where many floors (all with balconies and pitch black doors perfectly spaced along the far walls. To my far left is a huge window wall beyond which is a limitless blue sky and perfect white clouds (not a hint of grey) Between me and the window wall is a spiral staircase (all white) winding up with small bridges leading to the levels where the doors are.
That's when I see her, short wild rose red hair, and a flowing emerald dress like something outta Cinderella.
I call out to her but my voice is nonexistant, so I take off at a run toward the staircase (which I find is smooth like a handcap accesible ramp) By the time I get there she's already made a single circuit. When I catch sight of her again I can't see her face because her hair is in the way, its much longer and her outfit's a bit more nautical (pirate blouse with a leather jacket) So I'm running trying to catch up to her, and a few times I almost get into her field of veiw.
I notice she's stopping at every level and gazing intently as if looking beyond the doors on each side. On the fifth floor (I distinctly remember it was the fifth) She runs down the bridge and straight into the first door she can.
I book it and by this time I'm a little angry that I've lost my voice. I enter the door and suddenly I'm in a small apartment prolly one bedroom, a living room/kitchen, and a tiny bathroom with a shower. Theres a faded leather couch that I swear is the same from a local coffee shop (the thing swallows you when you sit in it), and I can see a basic one counter kitchen set up (oven/dishwasher/sink) on the left.
Suddenly out from the right (the bedroom) the girl appears and starts pulling up the cushions, her search frantic. I step forward spin her around and (finally) shout
"What are you looking for!?"
she opens her mouth but no words come out, but I know what she's mouthing My name I can see her face and its well...indiscriblable. Imagine the face that reflect everything good in a person's heart and that was her face. Her eyes shone with tears, then she dissolved into rose petals in my hands, which where scared like they'd held thorns.
I hear my cat again and spin to see her standing in front of a steep staircase, an old wooden one, its steps so smooth that you'd trip if you ran on them with socks. There were the hidden staircase from my old house, where I'd broken my foot on my first day of first grade (and I was the first McDonough in my generation to break my bones)
At the top was nothing but the inky black like from when I gazed through the broken window. I take a step onto the stairs, feet bare but steady.
Then I wake up.
After two days of not dreaming I figured out the girl's name.
"Barahime" roughly in japanese it means "Rose Princess"
I know exaclty what your feeling Shonuff...it's crazy!
It starts out in my uncle's living room. My sister, mother, and father are sitting and chatting rather non-chalantly (wierd since my dad and mom are at odds, but I'm not bring that drama to FA) and I'm standing there kinda 'wtf'ing cause I KNOW its off that this is happening. Suddenly I hear a roar and spin around to look out the window that makes up most of the opposite... THeres nothign but inky blackness.
I turn around to try and confer with my family about this but before I can get a word out, my dad asks whats wrong with my teeth and reaches up and starts grabbing my canines. I yank back as I hear another roar I turn to see that the windows been blown OUTWARD. I turn back to my family a second time and everything gets... dull. Dull and I seem to leave a phatom me in my place, that and everything stops. Everything except my cat, who lets out a meow and goes into the kitchen.
Now I was SLIGHTLY lucid at this point, and made to follow my kitty further down the rabbit hole.
There was a flash of white and I was standing in a pure white building on the ground floor of what could easily be a modern art museum. In front and behind me where many floors (all with balconies and pitch black doors perfectly spaced along the far walls. To my far left is a huge window wall beyond which is a limitless blue sky and perfect white clouds (not a hint of grey) Between me and the window wall is a spiral staircase (all white) winding up with small bridges leading to the levels where the doors are.
That's when I see her, short wild rose red hair, and a flowing emerald dress like something outta Cinderella.
I call out to her but my voice is nonexistant, so I take off at a run toward the staircase (which I find is smooth like a handcap accesible ramp) By the time I get there she's already made a single circuit. When I catch sight of her again I can't see her face because her hair is in the way, its much longer and her outfit's a bit more nautical (pirate blouse with a leather jacket) So I'm running trying to catch up to her, and a few times I almost get into her field of veiw.
I notice she's stopping at every level and gazing intently as if looking beyond the doors on each side. On the fifth floor (I distinctly remember it was the fifth) She runs down the bridge and straight into the first door she can.
I book it and by this time I'm a little angry that I've lost my voice. I enter the door and suddenly I'm in a small apartment prolly one bedroom, a living room/kitchen, and a tiny bathroom with a shower. Theres a faded leather couch that I swear is the same from a local coffee shop (the thing swallows you when you sit in it), and I can see a basic one counter kitchen set up (oven/dishwasher/sink) on the left.
Suddenly out from the right (the bedroom) the girl appears and starts pulling up the cushions, her search frantic. I step forward spin her around and (finally) shout
"What are you looking for!?"
she opens her mouth but no words come out, but I know what she's mouthing My name I can see her face and its well...indiscriblable. Imagine the face that reflect everything good in a person's heart and that was her face. Her eyes shone with tears, then she dissolved into rose petals in my hands, which where scared like they'd held thorns.
I hear my cat again and spin to see her standing in front of a steep staircase, an old wooden one, its steps so smooth that you'd trip if you ran on them with socks. There were the hidden staircase from my old house, where I'd broken my foot on my first day of first grade (and I was the first McDonough in my generation to break my bones)
At the top was nothing but the inky black like from when I gazed through the broken window. I take a step onto the stairs, feet bare but steady.
Then I wake up.
After two days of not dreaming I figured out the girl's name.
"Barahime" roughly in japanese it means "Rose Princess"
I know exaclty what your feeling Shonuff...it's crazy!
http://oblimo.pbwiki.com Jello, Irony, Sex.
NSFW just got a whole lot tastier
NSFW just got a whole lot tastier
It's called dreaming dyslexia, everyone has it and it's even been mentioned in a Batman cartoon...lol
Seriously though, it has to do with the fact that different parts of the brain do different things and, basically, the part that reads isn't working right while you're asleep. I find it infuriating since I've been reading since I was four, so not being able to is weird.
Seriously though, it has to do with the fact that different parts of the brain do different things and, basically, the part that reads isn't working right while you're asleep. I find it infuriating since I've been reading since I was four, so not being able to is weird.
No one can read anything in dreams, except for (perhaps) a few iconic words of text that have embedded themselves in your brain - say, a stop sign, or a billboard you pass everyday on the way to word. Next time you're dreaming, try to look at the lines on your hand (if you can get that much control of your dream). They won't be the normal lines that you're used to seeing - just an incomprehensible swirl of whatnot. The subconcious knows that there are lines there, but it can't replicate them.
Dicourse on dreaming aside... I'm not sure what it means, but you got a smexy new character out of it, so I'm a happy little greaseball!
Dicourse on dreaming aside... I'm not sure what it means, but you got a smexy new character out of it, so I'm a happy little greaseball!
Strange, Ife gotten hold of my dreams befoer and i can read, as well as see the lines on my hand. But then again I dream best when i am "half awake" so i have the sleeping part of my mind that makes the dream, talking to the awake part of my mind tht deals with real life stuff. Its creapy vivid.
Mine are especially vivid as well - I am a lucid dreamer, and quite adept at it - but whenever I see words in a dream that aren't in a sign/label/book/ETC that I'm familiar with, they're in something that looks vaguely like arabic... or japanese, or something. Not typical english script. It might be that I'm delving deeper into the subconcious, my mind resting less on the concious mind then yours does, or it just might be a quirk of my dreams.
Like everything you lay down on paper, this is amazing. I was surprised however when reading your comment on it, and you stated that you can't read anything in your dreams. I have that same problem, and I thought I was the only one. I'm no specialist, but for someone battling psychosis like I am, I take every dream seriously and do research on them. I remember reading somewhere that, like trains and tall buildings, tornadoes can have a sexual meaning. I'm not sure, but I think I read that somewhere. Keep up the good work.
It means by confronting this girl you are facing an aspect of yourself. Her bashful demeanour indicates your uncertainty about doing so. However once you do accept this aspect of your being your entire world will fall apart and hanging onto the bar represents the struggle your will endure. Letting go means leaving the world you know behind and entering a new one. The dream ended because you have no idea what this world will hold for you.
Just kidding. I'm no psychologist.
Slick pic, yo.
Just kidding. I'm no psychologist.
Slick pic, yo.
Interesting dream. I haven't had too many that's worth mentioning, even if I do remember them well.
But your dream is maybe based around someone you knew briefly, or someone that you'll like to know. And the tornado could be that you feel about something you can't control.
But what do I know?
But your dream is maybe based around someone you knew briefly, or someone that you'll like to know. And the tornado could be that you feel about something you can't control.
But what do I know?
judging from the picture, this girl was REALLY happy to talk to you. :P
and actually, not being able to read in dreams is kind of universal, some people think it's due to reading being a left brain activity, where dreaming is mostly right sided.
Anyhoo, cool design, hope you keep her around. ^^
And if you do see this woman in Real Life, take her down to the cellar as quick as possible. =P
and actually, not being able to read in dreams is kind of universal, some people think it's due to reading being a left brain activity, where dreaming is mostly right sided.
Anyhoo, cool design, hope you keep her around. ^^
And if you do see this woman in Real Life, take her down to the cellar as quick as possible. =P
Yeah, as said above, its a situation called "Dream Dyslexia", many (But not all!) people are unable to read in dreams, because the creation of dream images is a left-brain function and interpreting text is a right-brain function. People with low connectivity between their lobes are less likely cannot read in dreams, whereas people with high connectivity are more likely to be able to. Hence, women are more likely to be able to read in dreams than men, since they have naturally higher connectivity.
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