Oh, btw, that picture is divine:3 Did you make that yourself?
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Heh-heh.
First of all, what does said act of indecency have to do with Jelly's sexuality? Who said consent even came into this?
This is purely psychological rape on my part.
Secondly, the Jellyfish is a female, ya know, because they have more openings.
Anyway, this conversation has taken a weird turn, lets talk about something else>>
Heh-heh.
Well just to spite you, I'm going to inject you into one of my dreams and force some rough sex onto you.
Thus disproving your point, embarassing you greatly, and having a good time.
Woot!
Course, I'll have to imagine you as a jellyfish.
o.o
Hope you don't sting.
Yes...it's irritating when the dream fights back, rather like guarded areas of your subconscious becoming aware that you're doing something wrong, and thus creating these disruptive entities to stop it.
Simply put, being paranoid about things in fact increases the likelihood that they'll happen in the dream world.
Infuriating!
Yeah thats right.
*pets*
Now shhh and drink your milk.
Ugh, it's horrible.
Or when you're trying to subtle persuade someone in a dream to have steath sex with you, something ALWAYS gets in the way!
Heh-heh, tough acts are always cute. Though it wasn't a very scary dream, as the slaughtering wasn't very intense, I was just filled with a sense of urgency.
Do you ever lose your breath and move ridiculously slowly in a dream? Especially when the incident requires you to be speedy and well reactive?
Okay, uhm...
One: The headless horseman breaks into your school hall and begins murdering pupils and teachers. You manage to subdue him by stealing one of his weapons and negotiating with him for it's safe return.
(Seriously, actually happened.:X)
Two: I was chasing a white cat through a massive garden covered with debris and fallen trees. I had to catch said cat in order to cure it for some reason, and the longer I took to catch it, the more it decayed.>>
Well there's more to it. For example, I seem to know that I'm the only one able to survive long enough to witness this. No-one else is aware of it. As if I'm not really part of that reality, rather like those stories where one travels in the future invisibly, unable to change anything.
I haven't dreamt the dream in a few years.
Though sometimes when I'm warm and hallucinating, I hear the sound.
I want a copy of your pretty dreams. Two please.
You're obviously a wanderer.
You've lost yourself willingly.
Oh? That sounds beautiful. Pity you can't share dreams.
You're lucky, I've been having this identical, recurring dream from a young age in which I'm torn from one dream and flung through the universe (space) and bombarded with images and words, as it ends violently.
A
ll my clothes get torn off with the force of the wind and my body though intact seems lighter.
The noise still terrifies me. This repetitive, whispered, rushing, like an ocean made of human voices raised in hushed screams.
I wonder...
Voidjelly.
Thats a rather soothingly artistic visualisation. -
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