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greenstormWe're at a fireworks celebration at a beach or a lake, Kynnin, Mouse, the Juggler and I, and a couple of friends. We're over at one side of the curve of beach, set up to watch in lawn chairs with a cooler. I wandered away to the other side of the beach where there's a house with a porch, and people are watching from there. I chat with some friends there and start back, just as the Juggler's friend Meanie comes up and knows my friends. We say hi, and I start back towards the group.
I get there and Kynnin's sitting and watching, Mouse is off with her friends, and the Juggler's nowhere to be found. I go off after him. The beach is strangely empty at this point with only a couple of groups of people on blankets. The fireworks start as I find the Juggler a little ways off, by the back of the beach, alone-ish.
He greets me, and we're sitting for a little bit, or standing, and talking and watching the fireworks. I see Godric from Sealion War walk by in the crowd, his hair all disarranged, then planes fly over very low and loud. The Juggler and I both say to each other, that isn't very funny, it's scary, like a bombing run, it's not a good part of the fireworks. Then they come back again and they drop big egg-shaped silver cannisters that explode in fifteen or thirty foot radii. They seem to be targetting houses and the trees.
We run back into the trees in spaces between the burnt out patches a little ways, looking for somewhere to hide. I'm a slow climber over things like fences while he just jumps down, but he waits for me when he's over. Funally we climb about twenty feet down some chainlink fence into a parking garage which is full of cars. A level down it's oddly empty of people, until we come across a weathered-wood barricade. Someone's made a bit of a cabin between some of the pillars with cast-off weathered wood, and we go to look inside. Someone covered in wet blue paint comes out with a big razor blade (about a foot by six inches). He's killed the other people who came into his space.
He's going to kill us too, and is sort of approaching menacingly. Chris isn't doing much, and I can't tell what he's thinking, he's just kneelign beside me looking at the painted man. I have a razor in my hands too, you have to be careful to hold it because most of the sides are very sharp. I wait for the blue guy to attack, which he does, and I swing at him right as he approaches before he swings at me, chopping at him. I chopped right through his shoulder into his torso a couple of times, repeating the action in fear, and blood spilled out of him but none of it got on the Juggler or I. There was very little resistance from his flesh to the blade. He looked surprised and fell over, and the Juggler went near to him. He was still alive, and I was worried he'd hurt the Juggler, so I swiped at him again and cut his arm off and again into his torso -- bones were no object.
He was lying there, finally dead, and the Juggler looked at me horrified/questioning. I stepped forward towards the dead man, and I noticed hsi eyes were still aware. I looked at him and I said, "may all the gods bless you in death and in life," andI meant it, then I touched the wet blue paint on him, which I put to my lips to mark them.
Then we turned away and the dream ended.
I get there and Kynnin's sitting and watching, Mouse is off with her friends, and the Juggler's nowhere to be found. I go off after him. The beach is strangely empty at this point with only a couple of groups of people on blankets. The fireworks start as I find the Juggler a little ways off, by the back of the beach, alone-ish.
He greets me, and we're sitting for a little bit, or standing, and talking and watching the fireworks. I see Godric from Sealion War walk by in the crowd, his hair all disarranged, then planes fly over very low and loud. The Juggler and I both say to each other, that isn't very funny, it's scary, like a bombing run, it's not a good part of the fireworks. Then they come back again and they drop big egg-shaped silver cannisters that explode in fifteen or thirty foot radii. They seem to be targetting houses and the trees.
We run back into the trees in spaces between the burnt out patches a little ways, looking for somewhere to hide. I'm a slow climber over things like fences while he just jumps down, but he waits for me when he's over. Funally we climb about twenty feet down some chainlink fence into a parking garage which is full of cars. A level down it's oddly empty of people, until we come across a weathered-wood barricade. Someone's made a bit of a cabin between some of the pillars with cast-off weathered wood, and we go to look inside. Someone covered in wet blue paint comes out with a big razor blade (about a foot by six inches). He's killed the other people who came into his space.
He's going to kill us too, and is sort of approaching menacingly. Chris isn't doing much, and I can't tell what he's thinking, he's just kneelign beside me looking at the painted man. I have a razor in my hands too, you have to be careful to hold it because most of the sides are very sharp. I wait for the blue guy to attack, which he does, and I swing at him right as he approaches before he swings at me, chopping at him. I chopped right through his shoulder into his torso a couple of times, repeating the action in fear, and blood spilled out of him but none of it got on the Juggler or I. There was very little resistance from his flesh to the blade. He looked surprised and fell over, and the Juggler went near to him. He was still alive, and I was worried he'd hurt the Juggler, so I swiped at him again and cut his arm off and again into his torso -- bones were no object.
He was lying there, finally dead, and the Juggler looked at me horrified/questioning. I stepped forward towards the dead man, and I noticed hsi eyes were still aware. I looked at him and I said, "may all the gods bless you in death and in life," andI meant it, then I touched the wet blue paint on him, which I put to my lips to mark them.
Then we turned away and the dream ended.
