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Dream Log 0 ~ April 27, 2012 Nap Dream
...be warned, I'll be posting these dream logs habitually from now on, but the warning is because they are WEIRD as hell. Viewer discretion is advised upon mentionable offence.
Story©AzureParagon 2012
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Current Mood: Awake and stunned.
Song Listening to: "Kiseki no Umi" (Piano Version)
What I'm up to: Writing about this dream I had...
Well, to start off right away, I slept abruptly from 7 pm to near mid-night on April 27, 2012 EST (Eastern/GMT-5 w/DST=OFF). All I gotta say is: While it lasted long than I would have needed it to be, the dream behind it was fascinating yet so surreal, I could perhaps make a poetry out of it.
Let's cut to the chase: The sleep persists of dragon friends hanging out, and when the street night of the road hills hangout was over, I decided to see for myself of what a golden signal of a friend's premonition might be. Someone was looking for me, and I needed to find them instead, so as my dragon self, I carefully flew into the other side of the city world, carefully not letting myself get caught from the shadow "security" guard creatures, let alone the siren signal indicating a failure. Fortunately, that never happened. As I finally came over to the mansion of the Zeox (you know who you are people!) ministry, I was careful as I needed my card, which I did. Entrance was a success, and by the time I was about to enter into a fancy room, someone I found familiar who is supposed to me my God father in the furry world and his best mate, a Zeoxis Dragon, advised me not to go there unless I have proper permission with "valueable" to bring, which is sheer, flawless respect. When I was permitted into the room, I was aware from their advices that it was a highly massive creature in the bedroom that was....obese. Either way, I needed a bit of help of who was calling me, and it was an anthropomorphic red-orange dragon with yellow underbelly at the age of late 20s equivalent. Apparently, someone bad was on the prawl, and Azure (I) was told that the anthro dragon is trying to save a city from further crime. Then when I said a sentence of humor, I was glared from offensive reaction, and then got kicked way out of the door with a silly scream, kicked outward like a spring that crashes out of the house's wall, and then I fly high into the night sky below the moon above the city that seemed to look like it was a morning day display from the inside of the mansion.
I went to my tree-friendly old house to see how my pets are doing under the strange full-lit moonlight. I leaped and jump-flied up unto the air high above the house in a grassy attic of what appeared to have a night sky above as is. As it goes to find in the flat pine needle stack all over, my dogs are fine. I had some enjoyable moments of looking out to the other side where the city and streets are from its exotic view on top of my house, and then I leaped and levitated back down to where the ground is.
After much help (and going to the nightly arcades near a school campus of the streets to play "Radiant Silvergun" and a golden SEGA Saturn copy of it), I finally stumbled across the rumoured dragon guy who was mistaken to be mixed with a criminal that is known to be a mischievous alien that can camouflauge with his Imperial Admiral armor (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, YOU SANGHEILI-FACED CLAN-DICTATING TROLL!!). A matter of seconds after his friends and even some of my other fur/scale-creature friends walked out of the candy store arcade hangout, it was only me and the dragon guy, us in our typical public jeans and shirts attires. It turned out to be the rumoured person standing in front of me known as Dracon, the one I was hoping to hang out with, unexpectedly came here along my dreamy reality. During an important and enigmatic conversation about suspicious crimes going on in Cybercircuit city of old dreams with Dracon Mounier, he offered to hang around before any sunlight came along to the dawn.
So we did and of what comes the best part of this dream was the happiness induced to its ideals in my head, asleep: Playing with each other, gaming, dancing along the near-dawn club area, being near a glassed room in a hang-out wood store, and by morning, going to his house (imaginary, not from real life) and on top as we leaped like the light air, checking out some cool materials, and even having a calm talk on the burnt umber bridges near the golden-sparkled water stream not far from his house. After all, it was a nice way to break the serious situation for a bit and then we talked about stuff such as how he likes to dance to a song in DDR (Insertion by Naoki Underground from the sound of it), the exciting conversations and experiences of a nightly hangout we had in the dead of the night's end, and that he loves computers, heh. When the next nightfall came along, I was already in my house asleep for the morning and eternal-looking sunset. I decided to come over to his house, only to know he was missing, and when I came over to the wood shop, it turns out Dracon finished and stopped an unknown crime of a strange yet familiar criminal in the form of a sit-and-talk confrontation. After much witnessing while inside the store as welcomed, the offended alien got up and cloaked himself, walked around the inside of the store to distract Dracon, and kicked him in the shin as a cruel move of a conversation finisher. He was about to slap me, but as the stupid guy was about to do so, I interrupted the effect by slapping back to where it turned out to be an accidental high-five, then I quickly used my leg to kick him in the kneecaps and then he tripped, and got up leaving with anger off to furry-dream God-knows-who in the strange night city. What was the guy up to anyway? A break? Isn't he deadlier than that?
Morning finally arrived again and as I slept, my real self woke up, for I cannot remember any more of what has happened. I will have to illustrate this soon. Beautiful, odd, amazing, creepy, weird, and strangely fun dream. It's not often I'd get something like this based on such anticipation of who could most likely visit me for fun in reality...but I really and actually think I'm in big trouble now that I mentioned it and him.
All done.
~Azure
Story©AzureParagon 2012
Instant-readable text here:
Current Mood: Awake and stunned.
Song Listening to: "Kiseki no Umi" (Piano Version)
What I'm up to: Writing about this dream I had...
Well, to start off right away, I slept abruptly from 7 pm to near mid-night on April 27, 2012 EST (Eastern/GMT-5 w/DST=OFF). All I gotta say is: While it lasted long than I would have needed it to be, the dream behind it was fascinating yet so surreal, I could perhaps make a poetry out of it.
Let's cut to the chase: The sleep persists of dragon friends hanging out, and when the street night of the road hills hangout was over, I decided to see for myself of what a golden signal of a friend's premonition might be. Someone was looking for me, and I needed to find them instead, so as my dragon self, I carefully flew into the other side of the city world, carefully not letting myself get caught from the shadow "security" guard creatures, let alone the siren signal indicating a failure. Fortunately, that never happened. As I finally came over to the mansion of the Zeox (you know who you are people!) ministry, I was careful as I needed my card, which I did. Entrance was a success, and by the time I was about to enter into a fancy room, someone I found familiar who is supposed to me my God father in the furry world and his best mate, a Zeoxis Dragon, advised me not to go there unless I have proper permission with "valueable" to bring, which is sheer, flawless respect. When I was permitted into the room, I was aware from their advices that it was a highly massive creature in the bedroom that was....obese. Either way, I needed a bit of help of who was calling me, and it was an anthropomorphic red-orange dragon with yellow underbelly at the age of late 20s equivalent. Apparently, someone bad was on the prawl, and Azure (I) was told that the anthro dragon is trying to save a city from further crime. Then when I said a sentence of humor, I was glared from offensive reaction, and then got kicked way out of the door with a silly scream, kicked outward like a spring that crashes out of the house's wall, and then I fly high into the night sky below the moon above the city that seemed to look like it was a morning day display from the inside of the mansion.
I went to my tree-friendly old house to see how my pets are doing under the strange full-lit moonlight. I leaped and jump-flied up unto the air high above the house in a grassy attic of what appeared to have a night sky above as is. As it goes to find in the flat pine needle stack all over, my dogs are fine. I had some enjoyable moments of looking out to the other side where the city and streets are from its exotic view on top of my house, and then I leaped and levitated back down to where the ground is.
After much help (and going to the nightly arcades near a school campus of the streets to play "Radiant Silvergun" and a golden SEGA Saturn copy of it), I finally stumbled across the rumoured dragon guy who was mistaken to be mixed with a criminal that is known to be a mischievous alien that can camouflauge with his Imperial Admiral armor (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, YOU SANGHEILI-FACED CLAN-DICTATING TROLL!!). A matter of seconds after his friends and even some of my other fur/scale-creature friends walked out of the candy store arcade hangout, it was only me and the dragon guy, us in our typical public jeans and shirts attires. It turned out to be the rumoured person standing in front of me known as Dracon, the one I was hoping to hang out with, unexpectedly came here along my dreamy reality. During an important and enigmatic conversation about suspicious crimes going on in Cybercircuit city of old dreams with Dracon Mounier, he offered to hang around before any sunlight came along to the dawn.
So we did and of what comes the best part of this dream was the happiness induced to its ideals in my head, asleep: Playing with each other, gaming, dancing along the near-dawn club area, being near a glassed room in a hang-out wood store, and by morning, going to his house (imaginary, not from real life) and on top as we leaped like the light air, checking out some cool materials, and even having a calm talk on the burnt umber bridges near the golden-sparkled water stream not far from his house. After all, it was a nice way to break the serious situation for a bit and then we talked about stuff such as how he likes to dance to a song in DDR (Insertion by Naoki Underground from the sound of it), the exciting conversations and experiences of a nightly hangout we had in the dead of the night's end, and that he loves computers, heh. When the next nightfall came along, I was already in my house asleep for the morning and eternal-looking sunset. I decided to come over to his house, only to know he was missing, and when I came over to the wood shop, it turns out Dracon finished and stopped an unknown crime of a strange yet familiar criminal in the form of a sit-and-talk confrontation. After much witnessing while inside the store as welcomed, the offended alien got up and cloaked himself, walked around the inside of the store to distract Dracon, and kicked him in the shin as a cruel move of a conversation finisher. He was about to slap me, but as the stupid guy was about to do so, I interrupted the effect by slapping back to where it turned out to be an accidental high-five, then I quickly used my leg to kick him in the kneecaps and then he tripped, and got up leaving with anger off to furry-dream God-knows-who in the strange night city. What was the guy up to anyway? A break? Isn't he deadlier than that?
Morning finally arrived again and as I slept, my real self woke up, for I cannot remember any more of what has happened. I will have to illustrate this soon. Beautiful, odd, amazing, creepy, weird, and strangely fun dream. It's not often I'd get something like this based on such anticipation of who could most likely visit me for fun in reality...but I really and actually think I'm in big trouble now that I mentioned it and him.
All done.
~Azure
Category Story / Abstract
Species Western Dragon
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 2.56 MB
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