Time for another blogfest, and for those that like them, there is going to be a second on the following day. Today is dream sequence blogfest and tomorrow is beach scene. Both fun topics, though I'd have to say dreams are my favorite even though I don't write many of them. I think it has to do with the fact that I get story and character ideas from my dreams. Most the main and some secondary mutant characters came from dreams, their abilities. So, I am excited to be taking part in a dream blogfest.
Dream Sequence Blogfest by Amalia T.
Check out the blog for the other people and their totally awesome dream posts. http://hellia.blogspot.com/2010/04/dream-sequence-blogfest-in-honor-of-100.html
Yeah, I'm too lazy to fix the link so it has a cute name instead of just the whole thing. But that's okay.
My dream sequence entry is another one from my mutant novel. This is one I alluded to in a different blogfest entry where there was a sense of urgency. I promised I'd eventually post the dream that Noah had and so here it is. Post with a Promise I kind of think it'd be cool to see Dominic's dreams, since his dreams are prophetic but coded in symbols but I haven't written anything from his point of view. It is rather long but I want the whole dream. *It's a first draft (no edits), this is your warning* lol
The Novel: Standing Ground
Noah is a mutant, as I said before. His power involves the control of energy. At this point in the novel some of the mutants from a group his family is involved in are missing but he hasn't decided if his father and brother are among them or just taking a long time on a hiking trip. His boyfriend just returned from fighting in a war, and things are a little awkward though that probably isn't needed at this point. Anways. That's all you need to know really. Enjoy the dream.
Noah let his head rest upon the large cotton ball feeling pillow, enjoying as his head sunk into the soft material. He didn't often remember dreams, even on the nights his rest felt disturbed by some unknown entity. The few times he remembered, they meant nothing, at least not in the way Dominic's dreams did. Flickers from the day and things he'd seen would pass through his mind but nothing of use. But not this time. The dream he found himself in was different.
It seemed to start the moment his consciousness had drifted away. He went from lying on his bed with his boyfriend to standing in an empty space that looked almost like a field but one he didn't recognize. There were many grassy areas in the city anymore and even the empty space near SS didn't resemble this place.
He spent a few minutes looking around for any sign of life or hints of the possible location but didn't see any at first.
A jumpy woman in all red appeared, as if out of no where, and surrounded him as she moved. She ran in circles, her feet barely visible with the speed of her motions. Yet the rest of her body was visible as if she was barely moving. A weird combination of super fast and slow caused him much concern. There was no space to run away and with her speed, he wouldn't have gotten very far anyways, so he had no choice but to try and listen to the words she said at a speed similar to her motions.
"Are you ready? You better be ready." She beg to jump up and down while moving around him, causing a feeling of dizziness to occur.
"For what?" Noah's speech felt painfully slow in comparison. He had not idea what was going on.
She kept in motion around him, her eyes wide with excitement. "The race, silly, the race. You must run in the race and win. It's soon. Be ready soon because it's gonna start and you can't be caught not running."
He felt trepidation as he asked the next question. "And what if I don't race?"
"You lose." She gave the answer in a dead tone instead of the jumpy happy voice that she's been using before. "You lose everything." That said she disappeared again.
Pictures flashed before his eyes, taking the space of the unknown location in the following moments. He saw his family, everyone he knew from SS, strangers, Dominic and at the end he saw Bastian. As quick as the images started, they stopped but the memory of them lingered in the back of his mind as he prepared himself to race. He was confused but it was obvious exactly what he was about to lose. No matter his lack of understanding when it came to the race aspect, he knew he had to run. Instinctive, he stretched his legs while continuing to look around, hoping to see some signs to help him out or at least let him know when it would start.
The sound of a gun shot echoed within the air surrounding him. Before he could take a step forward he saw a red flash run dash past him and he could only assume it had been the red-dressed woman from before. Taking off, he started to run and managed to pick up speed, keeping her in his sight but never catching up. It amazed him he couldn't even run at that speed but he didn't have the time to think about anything but moving his feet and breathing. It's all he could manage.
Scenery moved by in a blur as his feet pounded upon the uneven ground. They started to ache but he kept going even though he had no idea where the finish line existed, if it did at all. There was no signs of a set course and he was clueless what direction he was facing, let alone where he was running towards. Soon his legs burned with the painful sensation similar to that of fire within the tight muscles. He'd never pushed himself to such physical strain before and couldn't maintain the motions for long. His speed started to wane as he fought for each breath that reached to his lungs. Energy shot out of his body at an alarming rate, making him feel weak and empty. The world started to spin as he began to fall.
In the distance, he heard a muffled voice saying his name.
A hard mass crashed into his body, jolting Noah awake. He almost jumped out of bed, sitting up before he was able to get control of his body. He stared around, startled by the sudden change in scenery, but eventually things came into focus. He was back in his bedroom but on the floor. The pillow was down with him but none of the blankets had moved off the bed. Dominic stood a foot away from him, closer to the door, and was clutching his right arm to his body with a pained look on his face.
"Ouch." Dominic said. "You were shooting off energy in your sleep." He rubbed his arm and winced.