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To Writers and Artists,

We are accepting works (poetry, short stories, and artwork, including photography) to launch our inaugural issue of our magazine, The Fine Line. The deadline for submissions is March 31, 2010.

For guidelines on how to submit please visit our website: http://thefineline00.wordpress.com/


Looking forward to reading your work,
Co-Editors of The Fine Line

anat_astarte

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First dream took place in London not far from my current house. Remember only part of it…

Night. Black wizard (or smth) stands in a front garden. Thousands of people around him, praying and honoring him. All of them tries to touch him. And with every touch his power is rising. His servant stands behind him. He is a young blind boy. So, as the wizards power grows, he becomes evil and abuses everyone. He doesn’t allow people to touch him anymore. He cuts off the part of body with which people try to touch him. So all I can see is mostly hands falling on the ground. People starts to loose respect for him and leaves. His servant leaves too. With the following dialogue:
Servant: - I have enough. You not gonna abuse me anymore. I’m leaving.
(It’s night time and wizard with his servant stands at such distance from each other that it’s only a rose bush between them. It’s barely possible to see anything.)
Servant: - You see this rose bush. All you can see is beautiful roses and perfect shape of their thorns. They are so beautiful that you can’t resist not touching them. Go on, touch this young green thorn.
Wizard: - Ouch! It hurt me!
Servant: - That’s how it is. The young thorn is still green and weak. But beautiful. And as it grows it gets stronger. And it starts to hurt. You what is good about this?
Wizard: - What?
Servant: - Thorn was still young, and now you broke it. So it will never hurt anyone again.

I could see a broken thorn. And it’s were I wake up. It’s one of a rare dreams who make sense even when already waked. :)

But there was next one. Which seems to be much more important!

Everything took place in my home country. I was chatting with a friend not far from the shop as I heard strange noise.
- Sounds like and alien ship landing – I said.
And in a minute, quite scary ship landed in a near car park. All pink with a silver legs, shape reminded of a spider. The door opened wide and a small casino was visible inside. Old lady was standing on the entrance. I don’t know why but I called her grandma. I simply ran into ship shouting: “First contact! It’s first contact!.. I knew! I knew!”. Woman on the entrance greeted me in russian. But I almost forgot russian language so I asked if we could speak in english.
- Any language in the world – she said in Lithuanian now.
I was so excited and shocked and kept asking if she really can speak any language. She confirmed that she can. But I never heard her saying anything in other languages except russian, english and lithuanian.
As soon as I stepped in, the door closed and casino disappeared. Old woman with a grey hair now had black hair and looked at least ten years younger. Ship inside, looked like a jail. Grey metallic walls with a heavy doors. Small window in each door. Still not realizing what happened I was running around the place all happy and excited. And I kept sharing my ideas of how we could improve everything in the ship with that woman. Because I’m interested in interior design in my life on earth. I was shown my room, which looked like one in those really really cheap hotels. And then I started to think that something is wrong. In every room there were people. Teenagers mostly in they 16–25… I could feel the remaining of they energies, and just knew that they are different. Newborns. But they looked pale. Just sitting in their cells like dead. Once a few days we were given some sort of high tec. glasses which allowed us to see what our families on earth are doing. And I saw my dad looking through window in our house in London. He was sad, almost crying. I could hear his mind. He was repeating something like: “Where are you…”… That’s about me of course. But instead of looking at my dad and starting to regret myself I started to look around the house. And I saw a few bugs (I mean those spying things). I concentrated and contacted my dad telepathically, saying him that I am ok, that house is wired and he needs to destroy all bugs in a house. I told him exact place in a house were to put a piece of paper and a pen. Because when he will destroy those spying things I wont be able to talk to him mentally. But if I knew exact place of things I could use my mind power and write something on the paper. I saw him unplugging all those bugs and destroying everything. When connection was lost me, being somewhere in cosmos, with the help of mind took that pen, and wrote down that I was abducted by a FAKE alien ship. I told him to contact families of other victims and destroy all spying things in their houses. Because children needs to regain trust in them selves in order to escape.
Being in that ship I realized that this ship is a trickster. Created by government, because they want us out of here. By saying US I mean newborns, new agers, ufo believers and different people in general. So they created kinda flying jail and planning to pick us all into it. I was working on a plan how to escape from there but then I wake up. Just at the moment when 11.10 was changing into 11.11

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Sorry for mistakes. My english isn’t that great to describe something in great detail. But I hope that the main idea is understandable. I felt strong urge to share it with you all.

One more thing. When I woke up, I rushed downstairs from my bedroom to the kitchen. And started to write, because I wanted to remember all details, which would have disappeared from my mind in a day time. And I got kinda big shock when I realized that I was writing on the same table as in my dream. With paper put at the same angle…

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This is one of several stories I have based on my nightmares or the nightmares of family members. Here is one of mine (also includes a small interpretation by me at the end):

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Hey all,

I was on blinklist and saw the following article about dreamsbox.com and sinsbox.com. Since its revelant to this community, I thought I would share it:

"2 documentation projects emerged this month to spearhead a new push in the Web 2.0 era for simplicity. The Dreamsbox (http://www.dreamsbox.com) Project seeks to document the world's dreams, allowing for anonymous posting of dreams along with the creations of free personal dream diaries. The Sinsbox Project (http://www.sinsbox.com) seeks to document sins and secrets, allowing for anonymous confessions and submissions of expressional art. Both projects allow for a unique rating system..."

Both projects are actually pretty addictive and fun. I love the fact that they're simple to use but their design kinda suck and sinsbox.comis a bit too dark and scandalous for me but nonetheless i'm addicted. As it turns out the guy who started the 2 projects went to school with me back in the days! Now I guess he's an internet junkie. haha! Anyways, please spread words about these 2 projects to friends and family if you can through word of mouth or through your own postings. In general, I just think that these two projects are very decent in terms of what they're trying to do. Read the "about" page to learn how cool these people are.

~jen

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I was at a festival with a setup similar to the Renaissance Faire setup, as a much younger girl. There were lots of stages set up everywhere and many colors filled both the natural and manmade settings.

As I walked around I met a stranger who handed me a bunch of colorful strings. He was dressed for the Faire, and I assumed he was part of the staff. He told me to wear them, and hand them out to people who I thought were worthy of them. I thought it was a fun idea, so I went around and asked if people wanted to wear the string. I made up this story that these strings were very important and they gave you special powers. Little did I know that I was sort of right.

Later on in the day, I felt an urge to go to this specific bush next to one of the bigger stages, I don't know why, but when I got there, I saw that there were other people with strings on their wrists. Some were people I had given the strings to, and some I had not seen before. I felt confused and they all looked as confused as I felt. The stranger who gave the string to me came out of the bushes with a burst of fog and a big smile on his face. He said that he was a vampire and we were all now in his gang. We became a little paranoid, but he assured us that he would not hurt us, nor were we vampires ourselves, but we were now considered part of his family. We had to look out for each other, but more importantly we had to support him and look out for him.

We agreed to watch him throughout the rest of the day, and when night time came, there was a huge fireworks display with acrobats and animals. Then the vampire guy was flying around, and he landed next to me. He told me that the whole thing with the strings and the gang was all part of the Faire, and it wasn't real. So I took a breath of relief, thinking that he wasn't really a vampire. But he read my mind and said, "But I'm really a vampire." Then he winked and flew away into the night.

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Yet another strange dream. I should have written about it when I first got up, but I didn't, so now some of it has faded.
Pretty
much it's just me running from strange things again. I'm going
somewhere with some people..wait..we were in Heidi's van. And there
were all these police cars and an ambulance, and we thought we were
gonna get pulled over, but the flashing lights went some other way. And
everyone in the car and all the other cars on the road just somehow
knew and decided they had to pull over or get off the road and get the
hell out of there. Apparently something bad had happened and we had to
leave. NOW. So I grabbed the important stuff out of Heidi's van and off
we went. Somewhere. Other people there too. I don't remember what
happened after that. I don't know why we didn't just drive somewhere
else, but..whatever.
Later on, don't know if it was the same dream
or a different one or if they were connected or what..I was in this
warehouse-turned-apartment-type building, hiding from this..thing. It
was looking, it knew I was there, but it didn;t find me. It was kind of
like the bad guy from Fern Gully. Sludgy and dark cloud of smoke kinda
thing. It hitched a ride on some truck or something and went away to
spread it's evilness somewhere..else..i guess. Very strange.

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This one was..Saturday? No, Friday night. I still remember it cause I thought about it a lot after I woke up so I would remember. . .and then I forgot to write about it yesterday, so..Yea.
A lot of it's faded, but I remember the important parts.
There are a bunch of people at someone's house..Im not even going to go into the description of where it is and what the surroundings look like.Anyway. Lots of poeple. But not really a "party" its more like a crazy jeff's house party. Somehow a small group of us gets..what, contaminated? Yea. something like that. Infected..something. But it was this blue stuff. So we're really change inside, biologically, and we turn bluish colors. I had blue hair, i couldnt see it, but i *knew* it was blue. and one girl had blue-tinged skin. stuff like that. So we hid from everyone else, I think. And there were people trying to find us, get us, get rid of us. It was..really strange. And I wish I remembered more, but..at least I have something.

canohye

1. Clothes

A carnival was taking place in a country where people go to seek their fortune. I was wandering through a bazaar, a labyrinth of stalls and shops displaying wares of every conceivable variety and provenance. I was fascinated by the profusion of clothes, costumes, jewellery and adornments that lined every inch of the merchants' premises. I had with me a companion, a dirty, bearded old man, a kind of vagrant aesthete who despite his insalubrious appearance displayed a fine sensitivity and a taste sympathetic to mine. As I strolled past the stalls, various items caught my eye: I handled them, showed them to my companion, and tried them on. The old man would occasionally take a garment from me and turn it upside down or inside out to demonstrate its intricate and ingenious construction, explaining the skilful technique used to create each particular effect. I was grateful to him for sharing his knowledge with me, and genuinely interested to learn, but I could not help wondering who he really was: perhaps this avatar was merely a disguise, perhaps he embodied a lesson to me. His love of beautiful clothing was as genuine as mine, his knowledge of the subject was encyclopaedic (I knew nothing of dressmaking); yet he was content to savour his beloved art as a connoisseur, and here I was (I looked in a mirror and frowned), dressed up like a Degas danseuse in white silk and lace, black velvet choker and diamonds - and with a four-day growth of stubble on my face. It is my nature, I thought.

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Ok. As usual, I can't remember the beginning or how things get the way they are in the dream.
So I'm sitting in my living room with some people, ic ant rememberw ho they are, but in the dream i know them. most of them. i think. and i look out the window and there are fucking tornadoes outside in the feild across from my house. there are a couple really really small ones closer by, and some insane teenage boy goes outside to..play. or something. anyway, the bigger tornado comes closer and he get ssucked up by the air and he disappears. we never see him again, he probably dies. i dont remember what happens after that. something does, people move, leave, go somewhere.
then im at..my grandma's? something like my grandma's house, but its not really. anyway. my cousin and aunt are there. the tornado problem is sort of gone but everyone is worried about it or..something. i dont know this part is blurry. so we...i dont know. end up at my cousins house. or marie's paren'ts house. something. and its halloween. dont know why, but it is. and the house is all dark and i think we went there to escape the tornadoes cause her place is on the other side of the state. so. i get to see davie cause he's there. and my other cousins are there too. strangely. and..yea. its really weird. i dont know what happens in the end. we're all stuck in the house waiting for the weather to calm down..or something. hm.
i skipped a lot of the middle of the dream cause it faded and i cant remember what happened cause it was crazy and made no sense at all.

salmander

http://ufodreams.blogspot.com/

My interest in dreams is scientific.  I think some of the dreams are OBEs in disguise and sometimes breaktroughs in the barrier of physical reality.... What do you think? I have read a lot and keep searching.

I would also like to contribute this piece I found:

http://Salmander.dreamjournal.net/

My dreams are many and consistent through the years. I enjoy reading other people's dreams and that is why I am here.I think it is a good idea to write a story based on one of my dreams... Never thought about it, but I will try it. My interest is knowing whether there is a link to OBEs, alien abductions and maybe passing the barrier of our reality to other realities we know little of. There is so much we don't know about the world we live in; needlesss to say, we know little of ourselves.

Also, I would like to contribute this:
Interesting proposition

I recently found this on a journal here.I will try to go back to the URL which is: http://www.livejournal.com/community/abysmal_souls/

I find appropriate to the state of being I am going though now:

Philosophical revolution!

Do you contemplate the fact that you will die one day?
Do you realize that you are a living being who is conscious in the world?
Do you acknowledge that this all had to come to be before it was?
Do you realize that we went from living in caves to building cities and technology?
Do you ever wonder where all of this came from?
Do you ever think of yourself as a unique entity?
Do you ever think that your body is made of matter, and that matter cannot be owned?
Do you realize that, outside your sphere, there’s a whole universe?
Do you ever wonder what created God?
Do you ever wonder what all this means, and what is really going on here?
Do you question the religion or science you believe in?
Do you realize that this world is just one huge question?
Do you ever try to find answers to it?

If you answer no to any of these, time to start thinking. If you answer yes to any of these, or if this compelled you in any way, follow these instructions:

If found online:
Post it in your online journal, on your website, or on boards. E-mail it to anyone you think would benefit from it. Print it out and mail it to friends, pass it out like a flyer, leave it on peoples cars, or hang it up where it will be seen. Do whatever you see fit, just make sure that it gets out there.

If found in paper form:
Photocopy it and follow the above instructions for passing it.

However you pass this on, make sure that you leave the instructions intact so that others can do so as well. Let’s get the world on it’s feet and using it’s mind!
 

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Hi. My name is Misty. I'm new here. I just had just really creepy dream lastnight. Here it goes.

My family and I went up in the hills to go camping. When we got to the spot, there were what looked like abandoned camp trailers. Looked as if someone had raided them too. There was belongings all over outside the camp trailers. We all had a weird feeling. But for some reason, we decided to camp there anyways. We all went swimming in the lake near by. Everything seemed fine. Nothing weird happened. It got late and started to get dark. My sister had to use the rest room so she look off to find a spot. She came back wearing this green gown. We all asked were it came from. She said she found these hidden stairs. She went through the door and rumeged through some things and found the gown and put it on. The weird thing is, the gown was the same one I was wearing but mine was pink. I don't know how she found that in the dark. She dragged me along to show them to me. Wow, there was a set of stairs. At the end of the stairs was a door. We got half was down and I got scared and could go any further. I had a feeling that there were dead bodies in there that haven't been discovered yet and I didn't want to be the one to find them. So we went back to camp. The next morning it was weird. We woke up and were sleeping on those floaty bed things in the lake. After that, we got ready to go. Then police showed up. I guess they got a call about some murders up there. We all freaked out. The police of course questioned all of us but let us go.

That was the weirdest dream I have had in a long time.

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I had a creepy dream a while ago. It came out as a really wierd story.



I went upstairs to go to bed as usual. I was in my old house. My sister was there, but that didn't scare me or make me angry. I lay in my bed and stared at the white swirl on my bedroom ceiling. Then I heard a beautiful voice start singing a quiet, slow song. It was coming from my parents' room, so I got up and peered round my bedroom door. Their door was open, and there was a dim light on. I went in, and there was a pale man with dark eyes and hair lying on my parents' bed. He didn't notice me. He was just staring at the ceiling, like I had been, singing to himself. He had such a delicate voice. I felt like I could stay there forever.


Unfortunately, I couldn't. The builders outside my bedroom window made sure of that. But when I woke up, I wrote it all down. If I can expand it, that'd make an awesome short suspense story.

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( Alchemy of the Divine - pt 1Collapse )

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Hiya.  Well, I was scrolling through communities, looking for one to join, and I have to say that I laughed out loud when I found out what this was about.  Not in a bad way, of course, too many of my stories have been influenced by my dreams, it just seemed too perfect and ironic, so I had to laugh. 

The biggest, best, story that I have ever worked on, called "The Dark" was inspired by a dream.  I started that... well, this coming September will be its six year anniversary.  I'm fifteen years old, by the way.  Unfortunately, I treasure that story too much for it to be posted on here.  However, seeing as I've lately been writing down or creating stories out of most of my dreams, I have much to share. 

I often find a lot of meaning in my dreams and do my best to help people with their own meanings.  However I can't usually do this over the internet since I don't know any of you personally.  It's much easier to guess the meaning of a dream when you know someone's background, if you know what I mean. 

But, anyway, here's a short story of mine inspired by a dream (keep in mind that I'm a writer more than anything, so even though this was inspired by a dream, it doesn't exactly resemble one)...

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Hey, I am Danny. I remember when I was little I got so scared. When I was awake I thought I was asleep and I kept trying to wake up. For some reason I thought the world was falling apart in my real life and I kept trying to get back there to put the pieces back together. When I fell asleep I would go through the day to day moments of someone elses life. I had this world I lived in and it was normal and I knew all these people. It was bizarre. Two different lives and I didn't know which one was real. As I got older the other life vanished and I only see it in short glimpses. Like in a dream I will suddenly realize, this house is so fimiliar or I used to live here.

I have bizarre dreams, but I don't sleep often and I am an insomniac right now. I will post more as I start sleeping more.

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Well, I want to know what someone else thinks of this.

I've had reoccuring dreams for the past six years about a tall, thin gorgeous redhead.
I have this dream about him, maybe 3-4 times a week now... It used to be almost every night.
Sometimes I think that the dreams just keep coming because I think about it so much..
But in the dream, i'm much older than I am... I'm married to this man and we have children.
Every dream we do something different.
It's like it's really happening to me but in another demension or something.
Sometimes I can just be sitting somewhere quietly or laying down and I'll just start thinking about him and my mind will just go off into some "mental movie" as I call them about something.
It might be a minute long or maybe a half an hour.
His name is Duncan.
Some people say that maybe he's my perfect man and he doesn't exist in the real world so he exists in my head.
Some people just say I have a wild imagination.
Some people say i'm nuts.
But the feeling of these dreams are incredible...
They seem so real, so alive.
I wake up sometimes and wonder what happened.
I really do have feelings for him but I don't know how to explain how I feel.
I've had the urge to write books about him and I.
About him and the family in my dreams.
I always take place as his wife.
I don't know, I've told a few close friends about it and they all told me different useless things.

What do you think?

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I dreamed I was trying to plan my escape from a prison sort of place. All my friends were there and we were working together. Then we were running and all fighting and protecting eachothers backs. We reached a car and we all climbed in. The car woldn't start but we all focused our energies for a moment and it started. I was wearig a red hood and I became aware of this then. We drove right through a wall and then we were in my house. We got out of the car and we made some kraft dinner and we sat down on a pile of cushions and we ate.

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Good day... I have been hesatent(sp?) to write this... but here goes...

My family, and I have been so incredibly stressed out lately. We are janitors, and we have been trying to keep these people happy with our work, but it seemed noting could ever please them. We tried to hire other people to work along side us and help out (the place we were cleaning was HUGE and took all night), but every single one screwed us over. And then.. last Monday we got to work and we found a note to us on how much we don't clean, how tired they were of us, and on and on, and my mother burst into tears and quit.

Money is going to be really low next month, so while i'm trying to find a job, I wanted to sell my candles...

I call these, "Magick Candles". I make a candle for you specificly on what you need... if you want a happiness candle, I will make it of the color it needs, the scent, and carve ruins in it that signify happiness. Each candle comes with detailed instructions on when your supposed to light it, and how you use it.

I can make you a candle for: Love, Money, self-improvment, Fae (faeries) and Elves, courage, happiness, luck, dreams, emotions, cliarvoyance, communication, teaching, fear, loss, health, honor, friendship, art, self-discipline, protection, freedom, hope, work, healing, strength, Goddess, God, and MANY more.

Each candle is five dollars. I know that seems pricey, but I infuse it with my own energy, and put some expensive scents on them. I put my heart into them, I promise I do! And they are well sized candles, short and fat, basicly. And if you buy more than one, i'll make the shipping free.

So, if anyone want any candles, please email me at: yennoncrow@laundromatic.net tell me what you are in need of, and i'll give you the address to send the money to. If you have any questions at all, please ask.

/Marie

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I had a phenomenal dream last night. Too bad it was murdered.....
It began with narration from the movie Ghosts of Mars or whatever it's called with Ice Cube. I bet next time I watch that movie, it'll seem really lame. Let me explain.... I can't sleep without noise. I need music or a movie in the background. So I put on Ghosts of Mars. I didn't even get 5 minutes in. I fell asleep and the dream was narrated by the movie. I had never seen the movie before. It's fucking awesome. I can hear the dialogue but can't see the picture. Instead my mind conjures up pictures for me and I recreated the movie in my own vision. It happened to me a couple of weeks ago too. Before it was Dazed and Confused, but Yma was watching it and got distracted and rewound it a couple times so I had reoccurring parts of the movie in my dreams. When the same part narrated again in my dream it was in a completely different place and different circumstances. Ugh, I love the dreamscape so much. Heh, a morbid thought..... if being dead is living forever in the dreamscape, I'd rather be dead. My fantasy is reality.
"I want to live forever in a catatonic dreamscape where nothing can hurt me and everything is a premonition of horrible things to come." ---Me, at a more pessimistic and depressing time of my life.
----WIGHT----

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I stumbled on this community by searching one of my intersts.... deja vu. strangely, less than a minute later i got a potent case of deja vu.......
so weird. well, i'm new to the community, so hi everyone. i live in vancouver, BC Canada. I love dreams and i'll definetly post here when i have a good one, which is often. Unfortunately, i get dream killers alot, people or other things who jar you out of sleep and don't give you that sweet moment of reflection. I need that moment to remember my dreams, otherwise they die. hence the name dreamkillers. well, i hope to hear of good things and see you all later.

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Hello. I'm surprised that such a community exists, although I am really rather glad. Dreams are rather fickle, delicate things and yet, they are so fascinating to delve into. I'm glad that there are others that share my love for dreams.

My name is Shiva and I'm sixteen years old. I live in Western Canada and it is a pleasure to meet all of you. A lot of my dreams are played out as actual stories and I tend to dream in color. At the moment I am trying to write a story based on one of my reoccuring dreamscapes.

I hope no one stops sharing their dreams with others. If not for dreams, what does a soul really have left to cling to?

Shiva

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i stand before the immense ruins that lay upon the craggy rocks and dirt of the upthrust earth, my legs shaky, and breath coming fast. the cold gray stoned ruins stretch upwards, as if trying to touch the sky and sun with its crumbling towers. empty windows stare down at me as i take one unsteady step forward. 'come inside ...' a siblint voice whispers by my ear. i whirl around but there is nothing there. 'i cannot be seen by your side, love,' says the voice, 'but i am with you. enter and you sahll know me for i am the other half of your soul.' curious of the image of the voice, i move to the immense doors and though they are made of steel and hang lopsided off their hinges, they swing open on my slightest touch with only a whisper. 'the tower welcomes you home, love,' says the voice, 'feel its breath upon your skin, its pulse beneath your fingertips.' i walk slowly down a hall. for a strange reason, everything seems so familiar, yet foreign. down the hall i step until a door of oak bars my way. it too opens with the slightest touch and a staircase lays behind it. 'come, come...' the voice calls from up above. i climb the stairs and feel a rush of wind surging up from behind my, pushing me up the stairs like a hand to my back. 'the tower's hands help you, love, follow them.' i climb what seems to be hundreds of stairs until i reach another door. this time the wind blows it open and i am on a flat roof top. at the edge stands a man in black, with long silky hair the color of the raven upon his shoulder. the door shuts behind me and i walk towards the man.
"you have come at last, my love," says he. he is the voice in my head. and he turns to reveal perfect masculine beauty. "welcome home."

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hey, new to this community. i'm 17 and live in asia. i have many vivid dreams and keep a dream diary. i enjoy writing, so whenever i reach a dead end, i look back at my dreams and choose one to use as the founding blocks of a potential story. so far i'm working on one right now. have a few short ones stored away but this is big!!
the main character is haunted by these strange dreams of ruins somewhere in a jungle, and a figure of a man is always there, calling out her name, telling her that it was soon to be time for her to return to him. then, she gets a proposal from a colleague to go on an expedition to some jungle to investigate some ruins that were revealed when a massive earthquake happened. she agrees and she, and a group of archeologists go to the site. and it just happens to be the ruins that she's seen in her dreams. things begin to come back (images of her past life) and when she and the group investigate the interior of the ruins, she manages to keep them alive through flashbacks.
its a fantasy and i know that it may seem a bit silly, but i like it and thats what kinda matters to me the most so far.

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Hello :) I stumbled across this comunity by accident completly, and was shocked. I didn't think a comunity like this would exist. I am writing a story based on many different dreams i've had, and stringing them together. If you would like to read them, go to my writing journal, user name: luna_tinuviel

later!

/MARiE

"In your dreams
Magical thoughts...
All things are real
Unless you dream they're not."-Lunar Silver Story