I'm posting this both on my real life blog and the forum boards because I was just so enamoured by this one.
It took place in a HUGE hall, almost arena sized and church like. It was full of the most beautiful wood trim of a glossy dark Oak color, but not as dark as mahogony. Everywhere you looked, even in the balcony there was wood pillars and very pew like, with red velvet cushions. Almost 15 stories of balcony levels. The walls were wooden with red velvet trim. The main area had two entrance ways, yet to the right, when looking down, was seemingly the main entrance.
Processions of people would walk in like clans or factions. Each person was in some sort of outlandish beautiful garb, almost like futuristic uniforms, or variations on current uniforms. The uniforms all had a gothic or dark creative flair. The women were in the most beautiful of gowns similar to the types Naboo Queens like Amadala wore in the Star Wars Episodes I and II. Very flowing with high collars and in different colors of blues, deep reds ,blacks and whites. The women wore the most pale and prestine make-up. Seemingly the idea was to wear some sort of uniform or formal dress quite against the norm. There was drinking at bars along the sides of the levels that were connected through long elaborate wooden stairways. Every inch of this place was covered in a deep pile dark red carpet. In this dream it was my first time there. Somehow I was told to wear something somewhat uniformish I think. I can barely remember what I was wearing. I ran into some old friends who reminded me of an old group I was a member of (and at one time the leader) called the Karizan Empire, and suggested that maybe the next time we come, we whould show up in full dress uniform... I sort of shot that idea down. I've moved on from that. The D'Sari is all that'son my mind now.
Each new group that entered had a sound system or maybe an orchestra playing an orchestral theme song of each specific clan. I swear I heard Darth Vaders theme for one clan. Very odd. Such pomp and circumstance, I shall probably never understand. Maybe it's a future D'Sarian rally, who the hell knows. Dreams are odd that way?
Have YOU had any odd dreams recently? At least I didn't tell you about the alien dreams I have (No...no anal probes). There's usually alot of death and destruction in those and they creep me out. Running from the giant androids annoys me too. I think I need help. Or maybe i should just produce sci-fi movies. Imagine what my music videos will look like?
And the Lore-tellers wrote of the one they called "The Prophet." Of how in a time when the world cried out with all its desperation and the call was heard by the one with the answers.
And the Lore-tellers wrote of his ascension from commoner, weighted down by the binds of the past and a fear of the future, confined by societal rules and broken promises from empty deities.
And the Lore-tellers wrote of a Covenant signed in a time no longer; a pact made between a Father and a Son that the time would come when the Son would be called upon to deliver unto the Father the many who are lost, the many seeking reason to be and answers to why.
And the Lore-tellers wrote of the Son and his struggle to accept all he was and what he was meant to become. Bogged down with the luxuries of the material world, the Son lost track of the Covenant as the world become more desperate, more angry, more lost.
And the Lore-tellers wrote of his Crisis of faith, his self-doubt and self-loathing, his wavering beliefs and arrogant ways, his moving further and further away from the Covenant and what was meant to be.
And the Lore-tellers wrote of the night the Son woke up. The night that for reasons only he can know, all that was wrong and all that was meant to be came creashing into his mind, penetrating deep and awakening the phoenix.
And the Lore-tellers wrote of a burning anger that erupted from the core of the Son, shattering all boundaries. An anger at himself for wasting precious time, an anger at the world for becoming what it had, an anger at the deities he felt betrayed and disappointed him, an anger that he waited so long, an anger that the Covenant was allowed to slip from his grasp, an anger at the tests he was given that he failed, an anger so sharp and so powerful it changed him forever.
And the Lore-tellers wrote of the change in the Son; the evolution from commoner to Prophet. The steps he took, the struggles he undertook, the utter and complete dedication of his life to the Covenant, to his destiny, to the answer so many needed so badly. It didn't happen overnight but once the change began it was lasting and complete.
And the Lore-tellers wrote of his music. His music that opened the gates to the answers, his music that seemed to solve the problems and offer the answers and transcend the limits of mere music.
And the Lore-tellers wrote of how the people began to respond. What at first seemed a cult following slowly became a way of life as those who were lacking and seeking and searching and hurting were shown that their pain and despair was unnecessary and bliss could indeed be theirs.
And the Lore-tellers wrote of the Son as the Covenant began to be fulfilled. Rewards were granted him, material and spiritual, and as what was became what is the Son finally came to accept his role. He was the Prophet, his tenets were explained in song and accepted in soul. Lives were changed, answers were given and the Covenant honoured.
And the Lore-tellers wrote of a new era for mankind.
Supplicated by: Unemployed Muse at November 29, 2003 06:14 PM