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Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie
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leading to the {truth} Onyx Oct 12, 2013 2:38:40 GMT -5

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Post by Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie on Oct 12, 2013 2:38:40 GMT -5

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E C H O L A N E

When people say dreams are just dreams. I wonder if they really mean that. I wonder if they know the truth behind them, that they are a truth. They show you some meaning, they show you what your heart truly desires. They show you things you fear but never have the strength to admit. Sometimes in my dreams, I can talk. Though it feels wrong, even though my desire to talk is so strong nothing can keep from making noise i deserve to make.

I wanted so badly to be free in the woods, to be free and not have to hold a burden. I wanted to turn my back on everything even my family and just walk away, because it was a simple as that. Now I'm laying on the cold bunk in the detention center. My family I wonder what they are thinking right now? Are they worried, I haven't had contact with them for a while. Now I sleep on the cold bunk and dream of everything I long to have.

I let myself be taken away to the land of dreams. The world where I truly am free of things. Let's see what fate has in store for me.

OOC: I hope this is okay you said not to long posts so here is a relatively short one. And the lovely graphic is made by Shr!mp.

Last Edit: Oct 13, 2013 8:13:30 GMT -5 by Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie

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leading to the {truth} Onyx Oct 12, 2013 16:03:30 GMT -5

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Post by Onyx on Oct 12, 2013 16:03:30 GMT -5

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I KNOW THAT I must be dreaming from the moment I take me first breath. The air is sweet, rich with the scent of flowers (although I can’t quite place which ones) and thick with some perfume heavier than that. Not even the dressing room behind the Theatre ever smells this sickly. I try to take shallow breaths through my teeth so I don’t cough or wretch, and take a step forwards. Dry, hard earth meets my bare soles, causing me to look down in shock. This whole landscape is dry, cracked earth and red horizons, with absolutely no sign of the source of the floral odour. All there is is emptiness.

And then, suddenly, there’s something more. My dreamscape is morphing into something else, the huge, dark sun setting and revealing a totally different setting. The hard rock is replaced by soft grass, delicate blossoms springing up under my feet. They say that dreams mean something, but this is making no sense to me at all. The scent has dulled a little, and once again I can relax. My shoulders lower, my back straightens casually and I dare to take another step-

I am stopped by the gasp that comes from behind me. I turn around sharply, and am greeted… with myself.

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rory moreno – seventeen – district one

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leading to the {truth} Onyx Oct 13, 2013 8:19:45 GMT -5

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Post by Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie on Oct 13, 2013 8:19:45 GMT -5

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E C H O L A N E

Dreams can lead to interesting things. You can dream of everything. You can dream the truth sometimes as well. I wonder if I could talk, it is my dream, so I should be able to talk. I can open my mouth and I can talk, but as usual It sounds fake. It sound like I'm taking something away from someone, but oh well, I was never a decent person.

In my dream it's relatively pretty. It reminds me of the open forest. the trees and plants make me feel like i'm back in the stupid district 12. I hate it there and yet this picture is comforting, maybe because it reminds me of home. I wonder what is going on their, what are my triplets dreaming about. I want to see them in this dream, but instead I see myself.

My eyes widen and my lower jaw falls into a gasp. I stick out a finger and touch her to see if it isn't a mirror. It isn't. I poke her right in the cheek. She looks alot like me only maybe slightly better. I want to talk to her, since it was a dream I can talk in my dream voice. A dream can't hold me back from being mute "Who Are you?"

OOC:the lovely graphic is made by Shr!mp.

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