Dreams

Okay, so I had a strange dream the other night and it hads been bugging the shit out of me. I'm not sure about it, but I did look up some of the key elements in a dream dictionary. So far, ti's leading me nowhere. I'll describe what I can remember... Here goes:

I don't know where I was, but there was grass and trees. It was an open place, tall trees and other fauna were everywhere.. I was handed a note by someone. I don't remember what it said, but I remember that there was one word I couldn't get out of my head. "Killer". That was stuck somewhere in my subconcious. I heard someone say "You've got to check this out", and so I started to leave. A building was somewhere off in the trees, almost hidden away.

When I entered, I rounded a corner, seeing an office of sorts with a closed door. Knocking, I entered, finally speaking. It wasn't my coice that I heard, though. I can't pinpoint whose it was, male or female. "You wanted to see me?" I don't know why those words came out of my mouth, but I was facing a woman. Her back was to me, and from what I could tell, she wore a maroon cotton shirt and had very curly, shoulder-length ginger-brown hair. When she turned and responded, I felt like I knew her, but I couldn't make out her face. It was like I wasn't meant to see it. Her voice was familiar too, but I couldn't make out why it sounded familiar. I couldn't tell whose it was. All she said was "Yes", but something told me that something was wrong. It must have been her tone.

The next thing I know, I'm asking "What happened?" like I should already know the anser. I don't, and it's angering me. I feel my temperature rise in that strange anger as she tries to blow it off, like it isn't a big deal. I know it is. Reaching down, I take one of her hands, mine are larger, almost masculine, and I fall to my knees to be level with her while she is in an office chair. Her skin is almost unbelieveably hot as it comes in contact with my hand. I want to let go, but I can't. I feel like she'll slip away if I do, like she'll just disappear or wilt away if I do. Desperation takes hold in my tone as I ask again, "What happened?" an I hear my voice cracking with emotion, still not knowing what I am feeling or why. She finally looks me in the eye, and all I see are her eyes almost electric blue in color, boring into mine, and they hold defiance, but it is being unddermined and betrayed by the fever. I see weakness where I haven't seen it before. Her hand starts to tremble while it is encased within mine, and I hold on tighter, knowing that my first fear was confirmed. Something was ver wrong. The words almost go right past me as I am drowning in thought.

"I can't go on... I'm living a life I should never have had." It is a statement that I want to refuse to hear, but there it is, right in the air between us, air that has become strangely thick with heat and fear. I feel her body crash against mine, shaking, almost convulsing. I am speechless, and all I can do is release her hands, wrapping my arms around her thin and feverish frame. The fear that I was consumed with earlier has become a reality. She's dying and there is nothing I can do. I am powerless, and I see a clock in the corner, while randomly looking up. The face is cracked, the numbers all blurred together, and there are no hands. It is as if time doesn't exist in here, but outside, outside this shelter, it is real. If I leave, she'll die, but if I stay here, she will suffer eternally. What choice do I have? I lift her from the chair, rising from my position on the flor, and as I stand by the door, preparing to break the barrier between the two worlds, I press my lips to hers, feeling whatever demon that has invaded and stolen her life, as it crosses the threshold intomy body. I feel te heat and the pain as it swallows everything burning everything in its path. Stepping out of the building I re-enter the cold and green world outside the building. I hear her take a few shuddering breaths, Ihear her last, and I whisper an apology, only to be silenced as my own body collapses, bringing hers with it. Ling on the ground, I feel the last moments as they are pulled from my body, I feel the cold envelope me, vanquishing the feverish illness seconds too late. I hear her say "Let go", and I do.

Okay, so that was it. I don't know much about this sort of thing, but I kow fever is a sign of weakness and that a friend having a fever means that I am either troubled by petty issues or that I hold a secret that I cannot release due to my own stubbornness or beccause I feel that doesn't matter. Help me out here, i'M CONFUSED...

Avatar Fanfics

Oh man... I'm working on about three or four right now, and all of them are about a third of the way done. Losing inspiration here!!!!! LAME! Anyone got any ideas?

Novel!!!

Working on a new novel right now. Will update this post as I get more info together. Here's what I've got so far:

Characters
Plot
Samples of Random Chapters
Experiment Details (Read Plot to understand that one)

I'll post links to the different documents as soon as I get them up.

Here's the Links to the documents

Characters: Character List (Abridged)

Plot: Plot (Abridged)

Experiment Details: Experiment Details (Abridged)

That's all for now. I'll update with sample chapters soon!

UPDATE: Here is a short prologue to the novel. I'm working on expanding it. Here's what I've got so far.

Prologue: Descent into Darkess

UPDATE 2: Here's a possible first chapter. I just got done with it today. Let e know what you all think!

Chapter 1: Illusion In Me

Dryer than the Desert

I've been obsessing over Avatar lately. Saw the movie, ad now I can't get my head off the fanfic ideas. I've had too many for this particular subject, ad I cn't even get any other fanfics done... It's frustrating as hell.

My Silent Hill fanfics are waiting, and I can't get them done because of this Avatar thing. Even the Alien movies aren't a welcome distraction. It's getting frustrating by the day. :(