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Violence, Insomnia, Anguish…

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Some of my fans know about my dreamings with regard to how weird they can be… Well, with the last week… they have gotten more erratic with all increasing violence. My readers no doubt know of the Stone Maiden as she seems to be a champion and defender of me. However, another maiden has appeared… She’s a bold crusader type… in a gown made of shifting waters with a crusader’s helm covering her face. For the past few days… This beautiful, yet violent Water Maiden has wanted to duel me personally. She’s even gone as far as dual wielding blades to fight off the Stone Maiden and force her out of a fight just to square off with me one-on-one.

The scary part is that the Water Maiden is no slouch and she doesn’t hold back. Her choice sword is a claymore made of ice, but she is rediculously strong as she wields it with one hand… Her speed is amazing and frightening at the same stride. The past few nights… she’s impaled me and I end up awaking to almost like a suffocation or coughing up some blood.

I don’t know what this is a sign of… but I don’t like waking up just to cough up blood or feeling like I was drowning in my own blood. I almost fear sleeping now and for once… I actually want my insomnia.

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[Dreams] – “The Hero has fallen in battle! To Arms!!!”

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Some of you all are well acquainted that I have rather vividly dream and have a skill set that is rather unique and odd. Most of you may have heard about my musings over a particular Stone Maiden that has been appearing before me in my dreams. For those who do not know… She started appearing before me back in 2003. This was after a wacky bout of romance went awfully wrong in my life and I assume her appearance was a sign that she wanted to help me find solace in myself. Her later appearances would be linked more when my romantic life was troubled and her only approach has been to console me with a warm embrace. These “tender” moments would be ones where I would be physically battered from broken bones and bound to a wheel chair for the most part. Her face has been veiled for the most part… until last month. The stone mask had the portion of the lips shatter off. Keep in mind, her face had been veiled since 2003… something huge is afoot.

I have told some of my friends about the more recent dreams with the Stone Maiden lately in hopes of someone trying to help me psycho-analyze the various parts of my dream. But the only issue now is that it’s gotten rather intense and the difficulty curve has gotten up. I have been “dueling” her lately, but last night, she remixed things up.

She wielded my strongest sword, the Death Blade, but wanted to challenge me to use my weakest sword… The Sacred Edge. The Death Blade is a rather destructive sword, but it is not unholy by any means. The sword is styled like a Chinese dao (broadsword), can launch waves of gravity to cut or crush targets, and weighs down the target each time it bites flesh. The Sacred Edge is rather “new” to me, so I have not discovered all of its abilities… All I know is that it has it has various holy inscriptions on the facings of the blade, it’s uniquely shaped, I can turn it into a force of light and direct it like a projectile.

The duel between the both of us was a pure duel, no special abilities at all. It was a fight of flesh and metal. The duel was intense… I was always shadow stepping at speeds of an estimated 80 miles per hour and the Stone Maiden, I want to say was moving even faster than I was. Each time our swords clashed, there was a violent shower of sparks. The visual sight of the battle was one that a spectator would just see 2 blurs moving at blistering speeds and violent clashing of metal. The battle raged for almost 8 hours… At this point, my strength began to fade… The Maiden caught me off guard and decisively struck me with the Death Blade. My speed would begin to fall as my body was being weighed down in a penalty. She would see my weakness and decisively land the crushing blows to effectively seal the fate of the duel. Her intensity was relentless, but she was caught off guard when I made a final charging stab at her. I would miss due to my hindered speed, but she would slice me right on my left cheek and slam the back of the Death Blade on my back of my head.

She had assumed I had the strength to get up, but she noticed I wasn’t even conscious… She began to be frantically concerned. The beach we were at was overcast, but the tide was getting high… I saw her carry me to a safe cove, embracing me. She tried everything to make me come to… but all I felt was like I had gone comatose. I want to say I lost complete consciousness and/or life within my dreams.

If anyone has insight on my dreams, feel free to drop a comment. I could use any perspectives you may have on my visions… Let’s hope I don’t get more of a beating when I hit the hay tonight.

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The Sleeping Goddess Muses…

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“What will become of us when the Goddess awakens? Will humanity cease to exist?”

It’s been a line of “poetry” that has ceaselessly bothered me most of this week. I can’t remember the rest of the poetry, but it just has me thinking about the “frail” existence of humanity. Face it, humans have done some pretty poor things to the planet and now all the sudden we are singing high praises  saying “The planet is important!” It almost somewhat after-the-fact of decades worth of going “Global warming, hogwash!” to now singing a tune of “We’ve gone green! How about you?” Then you have to reflect on disasters like blight, famine, pestilence, and even weather related disasters… Gaia, the earth mother, must be pissed as hell at us. As humans, we can be rather destructive to our planet. Some would even speculate that we are destructive by nature. All we can do is wait until December 21, 2012 and see what happens when the Goddess awakens.

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“He’s Breathing and We Have a Pulse!”

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Well, the last few days have been rather odd and erratic. Most of you all who have been concerned have stopped by to read and then throw me a message, phone call, text message just to make sure I was far from suicidal. I appreciated that and it makes me glad to have friends like you all. I know that in my subconscious dreams, it’s been a rather odd time.

I have been in a hospital bed for the past 3 days in my dream world, hooked up to IV’s of TPN’s, pain drug drips, and other things to try to sustain my ethereal existence. I had the best “bedside” being that it was just my hospital bed on the shore of the beach. The Stone Maiden that I have dreamed about in the past 5 years was there… Holding two swords that I typically wield in the dream world: The Death Blade and Sacred Edge. There were also 3 other swords-wielding warriors with the Stone Maiden watching my vitals on the hospital equipment as well as monitoring my IV pumps. I was comatose and just laying in silence as the waves crashed gently on the shore. It wouldn’t be until last night that I would finally come to. The Stone Maiden held me close as if she had feared possibly losing me. The other warriors smiled that I was finally able to look up and smile at the beach.

For once, it was nice not to be locked into a mission where I need to slay 500 mutated animals that have been injected with demonic essences and set loose in a city. The healing is mainly what was really symbolic in the dream… The matter that I could finally break out of my coma, breath on my own, and kick my pulse back in rhythm is definitely important.

I think with the healing in reality and my subconscious has done one thing… kicked me back to my smiling, optimistic, and courageous self. I have spent 3 years kicking myself and downing myself, it’s time to say “I am a great guy!” and embrace it!