[Dream]Knowledge is power[Open]

by **Clyde Sullins** on June 24th, 2011, 12:19 am

12 Winter 507

Quietly Clyde sat in a chair, reading a book. Going through it, he seemed to be looking for something. "Not it.... still not it...." It seemed he was trying to find something, however this was not it. Tossing the book over his shoulder, he grabbed the next one. Oddly however the book never hit the ground, or made any sound.

On his side, a book was nudging his shoulder. "read me, read me, im what your looking for!"

Looking over, he let out a sigh, and tossing the book he was currently holding over his shoulder, he grabbed the one that had been nudging him.

The place he was in was odd, everything else was out of focus, the floor and everything could not be seen. Only the chair he was sitting in was clear, and the books as they floated out of the nothing to nudge and try to be read next.

by **Reok** on July 7th, 2011, 11:00 pm

The faint figure of a man appears in the horizon of the area. As he gets closer, it is apparent he is wearing a hooded cloak. He walks over to one of the books and picks it up and begins to read it. He seems to ignore everything else other than that book.

by **Marrow Moontide** on July 19th, 2011, 10:57 pm

Marrow wasn't sure what she was nor where she was. There was a strange world around her, and she was swimming through it as something both shark and dolphin. There was someone reading books nearby, and for a strange reason it seemed perfectly logical that she would be swimming the floor his chair was on, going in circles repeatedly no matter how hard she wanted to investigate him.

For some reason the water was growing think, pushing her out of the ground and into swimming through the air now. At least she had more space now!!! But as she was giving a good flick of her warped tail, she was suddenly a naked human that dropped to the ground to be miraculously clothed.

Marrow was beginning to get panicked. She was a Healer with no experience in dealing with these vivid dreams.

What was this?

One of those books noted her and came flapping at her, pages flying wild as it flew at her to become an odd looking horned bird with the markings of Rashel.

She could have screamed if she controlled her body, but for some unnerving reason she could control her form as much as she could control her dream.