Swords

Date: 1/13/2020

This dream went by pretty quick but long story short I was an adventurer trying to find a lost city and save the world. Only it was far in the future instead of in the past. In this dream I looked straight out of something like Zelda. My general appearance was the same, except... not. Like my face was the same pale shape, same big blue eyes and long lashes, but I had smears of dirt on one cheek and scrapes on my jaw. Except my usually pale skin had tanned just the tiniest bit and I had a bunch of freckles from being in the sun. My lip was a bit busted and my eyebrows were darker, my skin a little burnt on my cheeks in a way that made me look cuter if anything. I had a fierce, battle-worn look, which suits my natural scowl and general resting bitch face; my eyebrows pulled down to turn any stare into a piercing glare, my sharp cheekbones seemed angled by the dirt and blood, and I would’ve fit in to any battlefield or adventure movie just fine. As for the rest of me, it was the most changed of all. I wore my superlong-blonde hair back in a braid, and I hadn’t cut it at all since the war, so even in the french braid it went down to my hips. The braid was falling out a little, a little messy with strands coming down by my face but otherwise not too bad. Also, my hair was blonder from all my time outside in the sun. My clothes and the rest of my body were the biggest difference. I have abs in real life, just the tiniest, barely noticeable ones, but in the dream they were defined like. Wow. And although my arms were still skinny in the dream, they were very muscled. Like rope. My legs were the same. For clothes I had a pair of semi-loose khakis tucked into military-style heavy-duty black laced boots, and I wore a white tank top and an army-green jacket as a top. I had a belt around my waist and a large messenger bag slung around my shoulder, and a a holt at my waist which carried a pistol. Over my back I also had a sheathed sword. Except it wasn’t an ordinary sword: it was a futuristic sword. It looked like just a regular handle, missing the blade, until you pressed in the gemstone. The sword would only react to your fingerprint so only the owner could activate the sword. My sword had a ruby-encrusted handle which read my finger only, and which, when activated, had a long but slim high-tech steel end. The steel was so strong yet sharp it was dangerous to have out unless you were fighting. It also self-repaired the blade of the blade ever chipped, keeping it in pristine condition. I loved this sword in my dream. Since everything but my weapons were dirty, I’m assuming there probably wasn’t much clean water after WWIII. The tank top was smeared with some mud and some blood as well, and my forearms were dirty as hell. My fingernails especially were disgusting. Terribly short, with black mud and dirt packed underneath the ends. Overall I looked badass if not slightly exhausted. The dream started with me and some friends wandering through an island filled with gold. Like in Aladdin, you couldn’t touch/steal anything or you’d be executed by sentries on the spot. The world was in chaos after WWIII so we were alone, just kids, not knowing much about history, and the sentries were from the war but were still up and running. All of my friends ended up getting gunned down and killed, and I ended up barely escaping myself after trying to take their bodies- after death on the island they, too, became property of the island. I crossed harsh lands and fought outlaws and eventually made it to the desert, where the secret city was supposed to be located. The people in this city hid at the beginning of the war and as a result, they continued normal (if not a little more secure) life while the rest of the world fell into ruin, meaning they had much more advanced technology, memories of the past, etc. that nobody else had. I wanted to get to this city and ask them to provide the rest of the world with aide; I mean they did have the resources to do it after all. I managed to get to the desert and saw a giant cave opening leading to the city, which was perfectly fit inside of a giant cliffside, and which was almost invisible if you didn’t know where to go. When I got halfway there though, a bunch of warrior looking people came out to meet me. Boys and girls alike marched out wearing official army-like clothing, and these strange thick jackets which I assume are bulletproof. Most also had some sort of headgear. One, a girl about college age with olive skin and medium-length brown hair, called out, “leave now! Trespassers will be killed if they refuse to heed our warning.” I called back, “I’ve travelled here from a long way away, to ask the city for assistance!” There was a short pause and then their commander shouted something. I grabbed my sword just as a dozen gunshots echoed around the vast desert, strangely dull pop!s from everywhere and nowhere. I swished my sword back and forth, quickly slicing every single bullet in half. Partly skill and partly the sword, I’m sure. They yelled something else and before I knew it they were charging me. I tried not to kill them and instead knocked them out using the hilt or sent them flying by hitting the bulletproof vests, but a few I couldn’t stop without actually stabbing. I seemed super skilled with the sword considering I’ve never even seen a sword before irl, but in the dream I was like amazing. Then they started coming at me with their own swords, but still I took on two dozen or more people with strange ease. Finally the girl from earlier calls, “if she wishes to enter the city, let her withstand the final test!” The others murmured in consent and then backed off, forming a large circle around me with four openings in the shape of a cross, where I fell in the middle. Like: OO OO O O X O O OO OO O=them X=me Anyways I tensed up, held my sword ready, and waited. Then I saw something speeding towards me from outside of one of the gaps: a floating sword, massive and pointed straight at me. What ensued reminded me of the Pacifist Undyne fight from UNDERTALE. Or like a level in Beat Saber, a VR game. Swords came at me from all directions and I spun around, slicing each one in half before it impaled me. It slowly got harder and harder until I was lurching in circles, ducking and dodging and swiping my sword faster than it seemed possible. Once it started getting hard and the swords came at me faster, I grabbed a floating sword from the air and used it as a second weapon. With duel-wielded swords I could chop them more easily but it was still hard, and looked sick as fuck. When they finally stopped coming the soldiers nodded at me in silence. I was secretly hoping that the brown-haired girl was impressed because she was my age and also kinda cute. But then I woke up.