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Interesting...
Sep. 13th, 2003 09:43 pmI had a dream in a world i've dreamed in before...i always wondered why it happens...and it wasn't the same repetitive thing either...
Basically there's a massive underground government that controls nearly everything, however there's some sort of parasitic organism that infected them all and made them far more malicious and poweful...there's a rebellion that is constantly fighting but for the most part the normal populous has no idea.
Behind a massive metal wall upon a hill lies the central government hq. I never made it past that wall in either of the dreams i've had there.
Officials from the government disguised as rebels or even just normal people are constantly watching and waiting for someone to show themself as a rebel...and i had two conflicts in the entire dream, both in my favor.
I don't think there were cars either...only bicycles. The streets seemed oddly abandoned, like part of the population was wiped out or maybe it was a work day...i'm not sure. There's so many holes in that world i want filled up.
There was a bit of pleasing things in the dream though, which i won't go into ;)
Wow, some inspiration. Check this poem i just wrote out.
Behind the metal wall that lies upon a hill,
Are all the things that could've been,
And all the things that will be done,
A broken world beyond its halls,
A people that have lost it all,
For all the time that has passed,
They saw it scribed upon the wall,
Waiting for a place to rest their shattered souls,
Looking for the answers that existed in the old,
All my life I waited for their awareness to become,
But now they teeter on the edge,
These people so far gone.
I look beyond the metal mayhem,
The painful memory of machine,
To see a people in their prime,
And all that they can possibly be,
Forgotten are the words of old,
Forgotten are the times that told,
Forgotten are the myths of eyes,
Remembered are these new lies,
Machine will break your bone,
Machine will rock this world,
Machine is doom upon your soul,
But the forests still grip unto their pride.
Out inside the woodland groves,
Lay the last defenders of our home,
The great old trees of times that passed,
The ones that gave us space to rest,
Have spoken of the metal mayhem,
That will outlast their final breaths,
And when these trees so old fall,
We will see our lies become,
The truth of metal and machine
Our own ways will be undone.
Basically there's a massive underground government that controls nearly everything, however there's some sort of parasitic organism that infected them all and made them far more malicious and poweful...there's a rebellion that is constantly fighting but for the most part the normal populous has no idea.
Behind a massive metal wall upon a hill lies the central government hq. I never made it past that wall in either of the dreams i've had there.
Officials from the government disguised as rebels or even just normal people are constantly watching and waiting for someone to show themself as a rebel...and i had two conflicts in the entire dream, both in my favor.
I don't think there were cars either...only bicycles. The streets seemed oddly abandoned, like part of the population was wiped out or maybe it was a work day...i'm not sure. There's so many holes in that world i want filled up.
There was a bit of pleasing things in the dream though, which i won't go into ;)
Wow, some inspiration. Check this poem i just wrote out.
Behind the metal wall that lies upon a hill,
Are all the things that could've been,
And all the things that will be done,
A broken world beyond its halls,
A people that have lost it all,
For all the time that has passed,
They saw it scribed upon the wall,
Waiting for a place to rest their shattered souls,
Looking for the answers that existed in the old,
All my life I waited for their awareness to become,
But now they teeter on the edge,
These people so far gone.
I look beyond the metal mayhem,
The painful memory of machine,
To see a people in their prime,
And all that they can possibly be,
Forgotten are the words of old,
Forgotten are the times that told,
Forgotten are the myths of eyes,
Remembered are these new lies,
Machine will break your bone,
Machine will rock this world,
Machine is doom upon your soul,
But the forests still grip unto their pride.
Out inside the woodland groves,
Lay the last defenders of our home,
The great old trees of times that passed,
The ones that gave us space to rest,
Have spoken of the metal mayhem,
That will outlast their final breaths,
And when these trees so old fall,
We will see our lies become,
The truth of metal and machine
Our own ways will be undone.
