Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Dream: Nymph Maze of Death

Dream: Nymph Maze of Death


I was exploring around the huge old mansion. I had wandered away from the main part of the party. Just looking all of the interesting rooms and artwork. Down the hallway in front of me their suddenly appeared a beautiful young woman in skimpy garb. She had long blond hair and very light skin. She saw me, gave a little laugh and a come hither look and dashed into a door next to her.
Naturally, I followed.
Immediately inside the door was a strange gray-blue featureless corridor that ran left for about 30 feet and then jogged right. The girl was not in sight but I could hear her laugh and the echo of her naked feet on the stone floor. I ran down the corridor, it jogged a very hard right, turning and running right back the way it had come. Once again a featureless blue-gray corridor. Straight smooth walls. And at the far end. A blouse. OK, now we are talking.
I ran to the end and turned left, and there was another corridor, this one going the same direction as the first. Strange. A bra at the other end. Not too strange. I run down this one. But it turns Left. Now wait a minute, in order for it to turn left it has to be leading me back into the hallway I just left. And it doesn't. I see more corridor stretching on.
Ah.
Now I get it.
I faerie Nymph.
An impossible Maze.
Right

“Is that it?” I yell. “A measly shirt and a bra and for that you expect me to spend my day lost in a stupid maze? You have GOT to be kidding”.

I turn to retrace my steps back to the doorway. But when I get to the corner where the shirt had lain, all sexy and crumpled, I find a strange and morphed cavern. The walls are still the same blue-grey color, but they are now rumpled and stone like, and the way I think I should turn is blocked. Well, this is no good. And I am just not in the mood.
I raise my hands and activate my repeller field. The walls of the cavern shake and moan and then they all just flip right up. They are 8x4 foot panels of a thin flexible material. Attached to the ceiling like so many giant vertical blinds. They were evidently held together and molded into stone like appearance by cleverly activated electro-magnets. But now they were just so many shingles blowing in the wind of my repeller field. I looked around and I through the flapping panels I could see the full depth of the would be maze. It went another 50 feet back into the building, into darkness.
Suddenly there was a scream, and my faerie nymph and another dark haired girl come running out of the darkness, through the flapping panels, heading to the exit. Terror is in their features and their flight.
And behind them, the darkness pursues.
I stumble to a run and make it out of the panels just behind the girls and just ahead of the thing chasing us. I trip and fall and the thing is on me. It is a giant grey blob of goo, with no real features but the large toothless mouth in the center of its huge worm shaped body. It expands this unholy orifice toward me. And I shoot it with my repeller field. Both hands extended and hands wide, I shoot my field down it's throat. It stops. It is pushed back slightly. It screams and comes at me again. This isn't working, I lower one hand and activate the flame function. Lightening and flame shoots out of my left hand down the mouth of the monster. It glows down its entire length and explodes.

I shudder and look around.

Now where did those girls get to?


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    1. Well, we would have to ask my subconcious that, these are dreams, after all. But are you queueing on the neat high tech gadgets that orbit my world or the sort of side story of highschool fantasy?

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    2. Oh, and thanks for reading and Commenting !!

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  2. "I looked around and I through the flapping panels I could see the full depth of the would be maze." --> I looked around and through the flapping panels I could see the full depth of the would-be maze.
    Otherwise good grammar... Weird story

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  3. Thanks for reading and commenting, Harry. I try to write these things down the same day as the dream. And i don't go back and read them very well. I guess I should. Maybe in a couple of years.

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