The dream starts with what I think is myself, but not.
I am not a proper form. I have no body. I am just a consciousness circling what
looks to be crater filled with smoldering debris, like I'm looking for
something. It is dark and there are only stars in the sky. On the ground, a
tiny speck of ash shuffles along the ground, slowly at first and lonely. But as
it picks up speed, more specks gather and before I know it, there is a
large area of swirling ash.
As the ash swirls I can see a dark orange glow as the ash heats rapidly. Through the swirling mist, I see the hot ash begin to solidify and a form is emerging from the heat. Like an apparition I swoop in and occupy the cavity within the humanoid mass. I can feel everything, including the pain. Then it doesn't hurt anymore and my objective is clear. I walk with purpose, but without coordination or balance like I'm learning to walk, I learn fast. I emerge from the crater and with the sun rising behind me; I stand tall on the crest to survey the area around me. Below me, there is water and in the distance small islands sit static in the water. Without warning, my body threw itself into the salty, shallow reef. Without the constraint of gravity, my new body is faced with another challenge. But like walking, I learn fast.
I can feel my body reshaping itself, as if I was evolving almost instantly. My arms are longer and my feet are larger with translucent webbing between each finger and toe. Where my chest was, now rest six uniform rows of luminous gills. Like the hot ash my body was initially created from, my body is a black. So black that shadows are lost and the only distinguishing features are the burning orange of my eyes gills and mouth. I am drawn towards the islands. My body takes its original form again as I come up to the beach. From the beach, the island looks to be uninhabited. The island is no more then one hundred square meters, with a few measly half dead trees in a tight clump near the center. I begin to trudge through the sand on my way to the center. But the sand shifting beneath me interrupts my first step. All the sand on the beach is shifting. It’s gathering towards the center and heaping up in a shape that is similar to an octopus, except much larger.
Once the basic shape is clear. The outer layers of sand begin to harden and the form is definite. The hardened, super dense sand closely resembles a segmented armor of glass, with the grainy sand still flowing within it. The segments allow the kraken like creature to preform articulated movements as a normal octopus does. My body, anticipating an attack, prepares by concentrating energy into my right hand and manifesting a sword of heat and carbon. My charcoal flesh is hardening like the Kraken’s, leaving gaps between each carbon segment so as to allow articulated movement. I stand for a moment and collect myself, and then I attack. I am approaching the beast at great velocity and moments before my molten sword collides with it. I wake up, half way through a battle cry punching my bed, inches from my girlfriend who at this point is screaming for different reasons.
As the ash swirls I can see a dark orange glow as the ash heats rapidly. Through the swirling mist, I see the hot ash begin to solidify and a form is emerging from the heat. Like an apparition I swoop in and occupy the cavity within the humanoid mass. I can feel everything, including the pain. Then it doesn't hurt anymore and my objective is clear. I walk with purpose, but without coordination or balance like I'm learning to walk, I learn fast. I emerge from the crater and with the sun rising behind me; I stand tall on the crest to survey the area around me. Below me, there is water and in the distance small islands sit static in the water. Without warning, my body threw itself into the salty, shallow reef. Without the constraint of gravity, my new body is faced with another challenge. But like walking, I learn fast.
I can feel my body reshaping itself, as if I was evolving almost instantly. My arms are longer and my feet are larger with translucent webbing between each finger and toe. Where my chest was, now rest six uniform rows of luminous gills. Like the hot ash my body was initially created from, my body is a black. So black that shadows are lost and the only distinguishing features are the burning orange of my eyes gills and mouth. I am drawn towards the islands. My body takes its original form again as I come up to the beach. From the beach, the island looks to be uninhabited. The island is no more then one hundred square meters, with a few measly half dead trees in a tight clump near the center. I begin to trudge through the sand on my way to the center. But the sand shifting beneath me interrupts my first step. All the sand on the beach is shifting. It’s gathering towards the center and heaping up in a shape that is similar to an octopus, except much larger.
Once the basic shape is clear. The outer layers of sand begin to harden and the form is definite. The hardened, super dense sand closely resembles a segmented armor of glass, with the grainy sand still flowing within it. The segments allow the kraken like creature to preform articulated movements as a normal octopus does. My body, anticipating an attack, prepares by concentrating energy into my right hand and manifesting a sword of heat and carbon. My charcoal flesh is hardening like the Kraken’s, leaving gaps between each carbon segment so as to allow articulated movement. I stand for a moment and collect myself, and then I attack. I am approaching the beast at great velocity and moments before my molten sword collides with it. I wake up, half way through a battle cry punching my bed, inches from my girlfriend who at this point is screaming for different reasons.
The end
