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Alright first here's a bit of background for some context. My dreams would probably be considered nightmares by most people. They generally involve some manner of violence or at least the threat of violence and there are usually some sort of fantastical elements involved as dreams are wont to do. Rarely are they purely mundane, and this is why I've come to appreciate and enjoy my dreams despite the very real terror I encounter within them. Here's the last dream I remember:
>I'm on a beach bordering a very dense, lush, and ancient forest.
The trees are incredibly tall yet fairly slender for their height, appearing suddenly and profoundly in stark contrast to the beach as if the land was formed from mosaic of environments. It's twilight, and the soft orange and purple light makes my surroundings feel even more otherworldly, but beautiful all the same.
The tide is low and I'm a ways from the water, slowly sifting my toes through the loose sand as I walk and admire the atmosphere. The cool sea breeze and sand, the eerie light from the fading sun, I'm just taking it all in. There are others on the beach. Children playing in the shallows, parents watching over them, others enjoying a drink or a view of their scantily clad friends and partners. I feel like I know these people but can't seem to recognize any faces.
The soft hum of play and conversation tapers to silence, even the waves are quieter. I snap out of my relaxing fugue state at the sudden change in tone. The tide is now a quarter mile out and quickly retreating. Curious children playfully chase it but everybody else knows better. Their parents call them back but the kids are now in the still retreating water. Almost in unison, the rest of us chase the tide to reach the children. It's a little over a mile out now. We see the wave.
Everybody who has reached the water appears to be caught in a rip current. Despite their efforts to reach land they are dragged further out with the tide. I start to panic and vainly try to escape the approaching tsunami, but the sand beneath my feet is pulled out from under me. The sand pulls the rest of us into the water and we struggle to stay afloat as we watch our approaching doom.
The juggernaut wave must be at least a hundred feet tall. A monolithic wall of water to match wall of wood and leaf beyond the beach. We begin tumbling up the wave as it approaches the forest. Many have already drowned but most are still struggling find air as we reach the crest. I hear a crash and boom akin to thunder as the elements collide. Trees are rushing by below me. I have no idea how fast we're going. The wave finally begins to descent into the forest, somehow faster than I am falling. I briefly consider whether to reach for a branch or accept my fate but before I can decide I breach the canopy, see a large rush up towards me, and all fades to black.
I come to cradled between two interlocking branches from separate trees, about forty feet off the ground. Somehow I am alive and unharmed. It is now midday, incredibly humid, but still comfortably cool. The ground below me in soaked are marsh-like with pockets of dry hills and rocky outcrops, littered with debris but no bodies.
I feel a drip on the back of my neck and wipe it. Blood? It isn't mine. Craning my neck and straining against the glare of the sun, I see a silhouette. I change my angle a bit to block out the sun to see a woman impaled on a broken branch, right below her ribs and out of the back of her neck.
I look around and see a few other bodies in the canopy, presumably dead, as none of them are moving. I decide to look for survivors, if there are any, on the ground. There is no way down in the immediate area without risking a lethal fall. Moving horizontally through the interlocking branches looking for a way down, I hear a commotion.
Below me are two roughly humanoid beings, knights by the look of it. They appear to have a chitinous carapace, no unlike that of an insect, and segmented limbs. Their forms beyond that are hard to make out though, because they are clad in white I assume is metal plate. They have matching armour except for the helms, a well polished silver blue over their bone white exoskeletons. Their faces are shrouded in great helms, one with "horns" like that of a moth and the other with a sharp bird-like frill and roughly beak shaped at the front.
The Moth Knight leans against a tree trunk on one of the few dry patches of land, clutching it's side, with a purple fluid running through it's armored fingers and staining the earth. The Hawk Knight is alternating frantically digging through a rucksack and ritualistically sprinkling flower petals and dust over his comrade.
Two other beings emerge from a denser part of the forest, on mounted on an armoured horse, the other leading it's reigns. They are also clad in plate, with what appears to be an exoskeleton on their unprotected parts. Their carapace is a dark red, almost black, covered in a dull, dark gold plate. Their armour is hardly identical and their size differs substantially.
The foot knight is short, maybe five feet, but heavy set. His plate likely matches his disposition: thick, heavy, and rounded. His greathelm has a single curved, forked horn like that of a rhino beetle. Over his shoulder rests a war hammer, black with golden inlays and glyphs.
The mounted knight has sharper features and more complex segmented armour for greater range of motion. His lobstered gauntlets sport blades on each finger segment, his shoulder plate is littered with short spikes, and his forearms each have a blade built into the armour, starting just below the wrist and ending with a wicked outward curve beyond the elbow. His helm supports two great horns like a stag beetles pincers. His left arm carries metal round shield with a small concave section on each side, one for sword thrusts and the other presumably for his arm blade. A bastard sword with a cruel looking pommel rests in it's scabbard on his hip. |
