On my sojourn through the wondrous Kveldmaul, the marshy depths and swamps of Ferendar, I came upon a strange sensation. As if all gravity had become stronger and forced me to a deeper area than that is which I treaded. I had fallen into a hole that was not a hole to begin with, but a mossy patch of soft earth as so covered all the solid ground of the marshes.
As I fell into this seemingly slimy tunnel, I knew now what had happened. I had set foot upon a Ventrall, a mysterious and sinister plant, as sinister as any other creature that dwells in Kveldmaul. This plant, like all others here, lives off the flesh of the living and the dead. It hides itself as if it were the solid ground, but devour anything that is poor enough to step upon its deceptive leaves.
What was the fate of those who fall for its charade? I was sure to find out, and it would be the last secret I would uncover before my demise. I was both curious and terrified to reach my journey’s end. What would it turn out to be? Would this tube end in teeth? Would it just keep going unto the edge of the world? Would it shrink to nothing and crush my body?
All of these questions and more raced through my mind as I raced to the end. And at last, it happened, but not at all what I expected. The tunnel stopped at an opening, forcing my to fly out of the tube and fall upon the soft soil of a massive chamber.
I stood with awe, not believing this end. Many were the rumors of this dark realm. Of cannibalistic creatures who were once known to be men. Of monsterous serpents that could hide in shadows. Even some of multi-headed deities of black magic. But what I saw in front of me was vastly unheard of.
Before my eyes there sat a great biomass. A god of vegetation with claws of thorns, vine-like arms, no visible eyes, and teeth like that of an insect, devouring plat. It swayed its body slowly from side to side as if entranced by some sort of magic.
As I watched this wondrous beast dance in its pit, I noticed that the walls of the chamber were made of different holes from other Ventralls. Could this be not some random creature, but the Ventrall itself? As I thought these ideas, my mind was interrupted by a heavy-toned voice.
“I have had Kvelhavin and Drahkkin, but not one like you. Be you an outsider, morsel” It said. I realized, with dropped jaw, that it was the monster speaking to me! My voice must have stayed outside, for I could not find it in this underground room. All I could manage was a nod.
“Well then, you see before you the ruler of the subterranean world. I am Diagra! Lord of the rot, of the bile, of the root and the twig and the branch. And I am now lord of you. You shall feed my ever present hunger.” With no more words to say, it pulled me towards it with vines that grew out of the moist earth.
As this Diagra drew me to him, the soft soil became covered in bones and scraps of cloth the closer it pulled me to it. This was my end, I fed the god of the vine. As hundreds before me have done.
I fell through levels of darkening ground
Terrified, not knowing where I was bound.
After hours of smashing and crashing through earth
I entered a chasm which was intended my berth.
With surprise in my eye I halted my descent
Just above the solid sediment.
My feet rested gently upon the sea of sand
Allowing my body to slowly stand.
A monolith in the dessert stood I
Staring ahead at what I wished to deny.
A massive complex stood vast and white
A cathedral it seemed, heavy with might.
But to my dismay, not a pleasing mirage.
Above the doors, bore it a grim visage.
An ugly face, cleaved of muscle and sinew
With steeples like hair above it grew.
A face of bone, but not one of home
This bore malice, and evil all its own.
Its jaws hung open, down to the ground
From this large and black maw, came an unforgettable sound.
Knew then I did where I now dwell.
This world I inhabited was the world of Hell.
A shiver came over me, freezing me in place
Had I fallen so far, unseen by grace?
Why was I brought here, it must have been a mistake
I committed no crimes, no grievous errs did I make.
Yet here I was, hopefully not to stay.
And further observing I witnessed to my dismay
Tendrils like fishing poles did then slither
From the roof of the church and out thither.
Dangling from them were bodies strung
Swaying slowly like spiders they hung.
Their lifeless faces stared at the ground
Where on earth their sins abound.
Removed of flesh they were, in agonizing torment.
To be displayed thereafter, a gruesome augment.
Out from the halls of endless screams
Came a creature born of the darkest dreams.
A woman clad in black garments
Hellish designs and grim ornaments.
Her dress was black, made of hooks and wires
An acheronian design, filled with dark desires.
To match this awful and gruesome gown
Atop her head rested a grim crown.
This dark helmet she did wear
Was branched with antlers, here and there.
It plated over her eyes, molten to her skin
Perhaps of bone from her victims of sin.
With an outstretched arm, she beckoned me forward.
No words were spoken, no sentences muttered.
It was then I awoke, drenched in sweat.
This was a dream I will not soon forget.
I was in front of a house under construction. I was trapped inside of a box. My ex-girlfriend said she’d free me and take me back on one condition: she got to skin my arms. I mean take off all the skin, leaving muscle and muscle tissue exposed. I agreed, because I loved her. I watched as she carved a box-cutter into my flesh and down my arm. I felt every second of it as she slowly pulled the skin off every finger. when she came back to my shoulders, she made a circular cut around my arms. she peeled the skin away. blood spattered the dirt ground and my arms were in agonizing pain. I curled my fingers and looked at her. I reached out for her, begging her to take me back. But instead she swung her purse at me, hitting my forearms, causing more pain. She leaned in close and said, “silly matt, I’ll never take you back. You’ll only ever be a friend to me.” With that she just left me there in the box.
hey ya, sure thing, you can reblog all my dreams i post if you want, lol, dont worry, they are not copywrited…yet
so we were a marine troop on Pandora
and i was talking to michelle rodriguez
and i kinda have this reoccurring nightmare of my teeth falling out
scares the crap out of me every time, well it happened again
but this time, some new teeth grew in
but not normal teeth
i was a monster
and they hunted me
but then i went into the ocean
and became something like
ill live there forever
so that was my night, how was yours?
this one was short
ok, i was heading to class, which was at my teachers house, which was 3 doors up from my house
and i go in, and all my friends were there and the teacher said “next time, be here on time”
so i look up at the clock, class starts at 11:00, its 11:01
so we all sit down and he hands us cards with names and que’s on them (it was an acting class)
I GET UP AND WALK AWAY
so after a while i realize that i was in class and run back
so i rush in the door
walk in and sit down
all my friends are staring at me
and my teacher just looks so thrilled
so he gets up and says “ok all the adults who didnt come today and matt rice fail the final and the course, everyone else, good job and have a great vacation.”
moral of the story: WHEN YOU ARE HAVING A FINAL, DONT GET UP AND LEAVE!
so that was my night, how was yours?
so it started when i was going to the movie theater
but MUCH bigger and darker
two rows in front of me was a girl whom all i can describe as a brunette with tight(ish) black clothes and was not quite punk but something like it
kinda like this but not really
so there we were, and these guys came by and started harassing her
this displeased me
so apparently they were a “rape party” and started, well, you know
but what they didnt know (and what i didnt know until that moment)
WAS THAT I WAS A WARLOCK!
needless to say
nothing could beat my mystical powers
and i fried them all
so afterwards she and i chilled…
now before you freak out, i want you to know that in my dreams i dont look like me, and this time i looked like freakin sorin markov
oh ya, it was hot!
so after that she and i went on a sexy quest to seal something like a demon in a prison
to do this, we needed the DEMON’S HORN
and the DRAGON’S CLAW
(sense a theme?)
so together we sealed the thing and saved the world
and it was sexy
very very sexy
oh and we had a drag race and i turned into a vampire warlock troll thing
it was epic
she thought i was a god, i couldnt blame her
and then we went on a rampage and killed everything until it was just us
i love my dream women
so that was my night, how was yours?
i just now realized she was a mix between michelle rodriguez and Emmanuelle Vaugier
i was in alaska, 2 years old, watching the dog sleds from the balcony and then looking up into the night sky
so in my life i have had a wide range of wired dreams, and now i shall share them with the world.
cower in fear
ok, so it started out in my college class, which was in my elementary school, and the teacher was my high school math teacher
then there’s this girl that in the class (get used to it, girls in my dreams)
and she was hotter than hot in that sportsy kind of way
so we were sitting at the desk, she reached for something all hot and whatever blah blah blah you get the picture
so after class i went downstairs and outside was a good old friend waiting for me
and another friend came by
until we were a huge group
and, because it was my birthday (why?) we went on a quest
BUT we were followed by i think the lady from the bourne supremacy
and we ran into the sewers/parking garage, then we burst into the “bad” dance
then then when it was over, i was the only person there
BUT THEN (i know, a little repetitive) my friend from japan was there (who i may say i think i love)
(yes that’s her)
so we hugged and…hugged more
so then we went into a bunker type thing to hide from the lady and wait for all of this to blow over
but at the end i remember she was lying in a bed with candles everywhere around her, but strangely her back was like a huge bone casing…for some reason it was really hot.
so after that i woke up. but all today i have been thinking about her
i love you masami
and that was my night. how was yours?