Dream, the third of The Endless, you are in charge
of the Dreaming, all imagination and
creativity, everyone knows your beautiful
realm, but none truly understand it. You are
dark and brooding, creative, and spend a lot of
time by yourself, just thinking. You are almost
as serious as Destiny, but not quite. Everyone
is enchanted by you, but you keep them all at a
distance, even when you shouldn't.
Which Endless are you?
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It's an odd coincidence, because I've been dreaming lately, or at least remembering my dreams. I don't know if it's the meds or just that I've been sleeping better, but it's been noticeable.
I had two vivid dreams last night that I can recall. The first turned into a nightmare. I was on the URI campus, wandering around, and I was getting ready to go somewhere, but I remembered that I had once stashed something away in one of the frat houses, and I needed to get it before it was discovered. I went there, and opened the panel (actually, it was more like a basement window under a step) behind which I'd hidden the stuff. The stash was a hude pile of documents and notebooks, which I started transferring to a handy wheelbarrow until I was interrupted by one of the frat boys, who sicced the housemother on me. While I was explaining myself to her, I noticed an Asian frat boy listening to a small yellow radio through a set of headphones. Somehow I realized that there was a creature inside the radio, and I tried to warn him, but he couldn't hear me. I saw a tendril slip out of the radio into his hand, and then he collapsed dead. As he lay on the floor, his blood began to flow out of his body, began to form more tendrils, and then started towards me, so I ran. There was a woman there, as well, so I grabbed her hand and dragged her along behind me, trying to get away. At that point, I woke up with my heart pounding. (Which given what's been going on with me healthwise, I really didn't need.)
Had a drink of water and went back to sleep. This time I was at a ballpark with Nutty, Betsy, and Jesse. We were right beside the the third base dugout, but instead of stands, we were sitting on a grassy slope behind the fence. (It reminded me of the old picnic area at McCoy Stadium, which was neither grassy nor sloping, but was pretty much in the same location.) Anyway, we're watching the game when a foul ball got hit into the area, and two teenagers started fighting over it. More kids joined in the melee, and our group started to back away, but one of the players jumped over the fence and began to break it up. Eventually he managed to get everyone calmed down... and then my alarm went off.