Coloured Cyber Dystopia

There where 5 people in this dream, each wielding a weapon that manifested from what you might call their aura.

Red, Yellow, Blue, Green & Orange.

A classic sword that changed to become a whip was the gift to red.

Blue was something akin to a giant scythe with yellow sharing many similarities in manifestation with the only difference being smaller and dual wielding.

Green got what can only be described as a space aged hammer the was oddly shaped like a key.

Orange, now she got the strongest of the bunch, one that controlled time, void, space and could be anything the weirder chose, plus it was the original that gave birth to all the others.

Never before have I had such a commanding control over flight in a dream, at least not in this present decade.

It all took place in a modern world of cybernetic dystopia while also having lingering elements of what would be considered medieval traditions and feel from the castles that seemed to littler the technological landscape. A very random place.

One specific part that sticks out was coming across an extra weapon wielder, with with can only be described as a metallic piranha squid hybrid. I didn’t see who this was, yet distinctly remember odd manifestation being absorbed back into ‘the Orange’, yet it was done out of the sight of the rest.

As battles took place and many a victory was claimed secure walls and barriers became created, all with this orange essence fuelling them.

Then from out of nowhere it all started to crumble.

Something snapped, and who was once comrade was not the very real and present threat, yet with withdrawing all the power it came at the cost to the mysterious weapons too. Which it seemed began to grow dull and colourless, then to crumble away.

For some strange reason the chase began, yet it was hopeless, until some small remote of energy was found, reinvigorating some yet to what seemed to be an early incarnation, meaning that somewhere in this dream I’d seen how the weapons evolved.

It was like I’d lived an entire live separate from my own in this dream, with flash backs and memories of something that wasn’t real.

That’s all that managed to linger, yet I do wonder if it will be picked up again or not.

If more comes back I will add it where I can because there is a strong feeling that something was seen clear as day, a message that my mind has deliberately forgotten or blocked because a strangely calm air surrounds me.

What storm is approaching…

Red, Blue & Yellow Toybox

The child of then spoke to the adult of now
“Who’re you?”

“I’m you, just older.”

“Nah, you look too sad to be me.”

Off the child ran, a box filled with toys and endless imagination
Then the realisation slowly dawned
That part of who was is forever gone
Grown up as it were

“You’re right kid, you’re right.”

Say What Now?

Do you want to know something?

It’s been years, over a decade in fact.

That’s how long it’s been, at this point the memory of ever saying it for the first time has become nothing.

Something like this doesn’t go away, those who understand will read this and simply get it, because you recognise those eyes in other people sharing the same life dream.

Chances are you’ve said it too, if so then you know what it means and nothing more needs to be said except…

I’m tired.

Character Select

Want to see the real person before you?

It’s had to know people,
We can pretend to be anyone
Choose a different character each day to play,

Unveil all…

Find something they hold dear and take it away,
Perhaps even destroy it,
The smiles and well wishing words will soon vanish,
Behold their true face,

This is the real person before you, not character they play.