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Try Anyways


Thank you Shellie Summers for the artwork!


September 21

In this first dream; People lived under a dome for a long time that covered their whole town (Outside was snow). The first part of this dream had a very beautiful stop motion animation look that was absolutely gorgeous. The dome over the town was clear, anyone on the outside could see everything happening on the inside. Somehow, zombies got inside the dome and began destroying our sanctuary. A father and son managed to escape the dome, traveling towards a new city. On the journey they met a police officer who joined their crew, followed by another person later on. With each person, there was an introduction slide card. I struggled to read them. The dream was no longer a stop-motion situation. On the way to the sanctuary, zombies began to appear, running like animals on all fours to keep up with us and the police escort that was suddenly following us.

A fight broke out between us and them, it did not go well. Just outside the city gates, almost everyone but the main kid was massacred. One of the cops was drunk or something, he was confused and shooting at everyone of us with a shotgun. He even shot my jaw off with his shotgun. I somehow managed to scale the iron gates to the city. He followed me, injured but fine, and no longer crazy.

As I entered the city, I saw a young lady watching me, she was coming to greet us.


A female voice excitedly told us about a lady who had the power to erase your memories. The lady I did not see felt like someone familiar to this character, but she wiped her memory often. She seemed very old and would wipe it to forget whenever she returned. She lived so many lifetimes, and forgot all of them on each entrance to the city. I had a choice, remember everything and even the cop who killed my family by mistake, or remember none of it and escape the burden of forgiving him by losing all of my bad memories along with the good.


In the second dream; I was fighting a giant that was trying to kill me. The giant served a witch who was traveling around and building relationships with other monsters for some unknown reason. Me and my friends were using magic to fight back against the giant.


Magic in the dream was based on a color system of some sort. Magic had colors depending on how you were using it but not what you were doing. For example; The colors yellow and blue could both produce lightning because lightning of those colors exists in our world. Under that same logic, red would allow one to manipulate blood, lava, or fire. My magic was black, that is why I had the ability to create things. Things cast shadows, so I would suppose that all things that do such a thing could be replicated using this "Black" magic. Not sure what color flying would be, something I could also do so as to fight the giant more dynamically.


I mostly used this power to form weapons with which I attacked the giant. I began my assault with a blade I formed of pure darkness, forming a shadow between my hands and then slowly moving them apart. Things got crazy from here as I wielded 14 levitating blades, I later manifested spears, guns, and explosive artillery. It was an awesome battle.


I invaded its body and saw that its legs were made of wood, the lady controlling was too lazy to finish making them biological. A weakness, so I began wrecking everything I could to cripple the titan's leg.

A friend of mine from the waking world "Travis" asked me a question; he said, "Why are you fighting that thing, that's not like you at all". I said, "Fighting is easier than trying to convince this guy not to kill me". My friend gave me that look, a look I know too well. "Try anyways" that look said.


So I did. Lowering my hands and dismissing my magic weapons, I stood defenselessly. "Hey, can we talk?" The fist of the giant stopped only a few inches from my face. "You have two options, just two. I can form a nuke right now and evaporate your flesh if I wanted to. However, if you stop trying to kill me, I will fix your legs". Travis chimed in and said, "And you can join us". The giant thought for a moment and said, "Sure, but I want blood and bones too. If it doesn't work, we fight."

"Agreed."


Both dreams present hard situations that demand even harder responses.

  1. Choose to remember the bad, so I never have to forget the good.

  2. "Try anyways", when no one appears to be listening, talk anyways.

Here are a few other dreams circulated around the topic of race.
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