Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 8/21/2016
By William
I walked into a store. I'm not sure what kind, maybe a restaurant. For some reason I want to say it was like one of those emo teenage stores that are rebel and angst, y'know with skateboard stuff and tshirts. Only there was no skateboard stuff or anything like that. Just the angst combined with a coffee shop. It was small. I went to a table near the back, which wasn't far. There were two jerkwads who came up to me. I don't remember what they said to me, but they were general dooshes. Eventually they started pushing me around a little. I snapped and hurt one of 'em real bad. I think I broke his arm. Everyone reacted and looked at me. At first I tried to defend myself. What was I supposed to do? Just let them be assholes to me? Let them do whatever they wanted? I had to stand up for myself or they'd walk all over me. That's what those kind of people are like. But the looks on people's faces made the arguments die in my throat. I looked at the lady who worked there and she just shook her head with a disgusted look on her face. I knew I had gone too far. What they were doing didn't justify what I had done to them, no matter that they were punks that probably deserved it. I quickly ran out ashamed. I wanted to go away, far away. So I did. I jumped; REALLY far away. Over a nearby building. I was about to hit the ground when something clicked. This definitely wasn't normal. In the final moments of my desent everything came into sharper focus. All of a sudden I realized I was dreaming. I grabbed the person next to me, shook them and said "I'm dreaming!" All of a sudden everything got fuzzy and the dream started to break, I almost woke up. I might even have opened my eyes, but I quickly tried going back to sleep. To salvage the dream I think I went partway under into a semi-lucid state. In this state I knew I had abilities and could do things. I tried jumping like before but I had so little gravity that I wouldn't fall back down fast enough and the dream would start to break again. So I decided in a not really conscious or logical way that if I was going to be jumping I needed a way to get back to the ground. I extended my hand toward the ground willing myself to go to it. I then rapidly shot towards the ground. That became one of my abilities; sort of like a super dash. (Historically when I'm in a semi-lucid state I have a repitoir of abilities at my disposal.) I think because I went partway under to salvage the dream I surrendered back most of the control to my subconscious or the dream world, whatever you wanna call it. Anyways I immediately set off on a quest: for The Dragon Sword. It was a highly coveted artifact of great power. And the temple it resided in was just within viewing distance. So naturally super jumped all the way to it, and when I could see it beneath me I shot my right hand out toward the ground and I zoomed down to that point. There were guards but I willed myself to be unseen and went inside. I was in an ornate very large hallway with large pillars on either side of me, with red carvings going up the side. I think they might have actually been long serpentine dragons, I'm not sure, it was kinda dark. I was about halfway across when my concentration broke and the few guards patrolling the hallway saw me. I made a run for it and ducked behind one of the far pillars. Quickly and spider-like, I shimmied up the pillar. The guards arrived beneath me and couldn't find me, puzzled. I smiled and chuckled inwardly. As they started to spread out and search for me, I looked around. I could now see the far end of the hallway. It was a large doorway with light spilling out. It opened to a very large room swarming with guards. SWARMING; at least dozens. But there, at the center of the room, was a pedastal. On it, The Dragon Sword. It was beautiful. It had a black leather-bound handle attached to a tapered golden blade that became very large about 3/4th of the way out, the top curving downwards just slightly before curving sharply up into a point. It was impressively curved at the end but almost angular as it left the hilt becoming larger. On it's side I had an inscription I couldn't read. At first I was apprehensive of so many guards, but I knew as long as I reached The Dragon Sword I would be unstoppable. Deciding right then, my right hand shot out and I arrived right next to The Dragon Sword. As people were still reacting to my appearance, it was to late. I reached out and grabbed the handle. Strangely, I un-sheathed it from the pedastal almost as if it were in some forcefield. The master, who had been sitting on a mat on the opposite end of the room rose and walked toward me. He was stoic, noble. He had a hair bun, trimmed mustache and wearing a robe white on the torso and dark on the legs. I raised the sword hilt up bled angled forward, ready to fight, but I didn't strike. He walked up to me and stopped only a handful of paces away.he opened his hands palm facing toward me. "That sword was my masterpiece, what am I to fight with." I considered a moment. I then materialized a sword in his hands. I materialized a blade in his hands, almost without even thinking about it. It had a gorgeous jade blade. Not the bold greeny jade, but the mild, almost milky green jade, subtle. It wasn't flamboyant like The Dragon Sword, it was subdued. But no less impressive. It was also tapered, but not flared. It was thin, agile and swift. It had the beauty and curves of a Chinese Dao, but with almost no flare combined with the nobility of a katana. The top, dull edge had two lines of deep lavender Jade running down it's length until they met at the end. He looked at it and squinted. "A sword like this deserves a name." He was offering no suggestions. I said the first thing that came to mind. "Nixon." My choosing of that word had nothing to do with the president, I just liked the syllables or the way It rolled off the tongue. But I immediately after realized the connection and how foolish it sounded. He reclined his head slightly with an audible "Hah!" As he started to raise the sword in a fighting stance. "I didn't know you were as bad at naming swords as you are at dreaming." I was too busy thinking of a recovery to pick up on that part in the moment. Regardless, I immediately had a response for him. "Heaven's Wind" He lowered the sword slightly and momentarily glanced at it before looking at me again. "Your master never told me you were a poet at heart." The dream got fuzzy and I immediately woke up. I looked at my phone, about 16 minutes after my alarm went off. I didn't remember turning it off...