tell me about your strangest or weird dreams/days.
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Once, there was a grey city. The buildings were grey, and even the people were grey, going about their grey lives exactly as ordered by the Grey Lady. In the city lived a man with no name; but in his head, he called himself Vitrio.
Vitrio spent his days growing gradually more and more dissatisfied, certain that something was missing. One day, he heard wild music, calling to him from across the walls of the grey city. Ignoring his allotted task, he followed the music, escaping the Grey Soldiers and coming that way upon a forest.
The forest fascinated him, with its new colours and scents, and the random way the trees grew. He did not stop to ponder, though; instead he hurried on after the music, and soon he found a clearing. In the clearing was a girl child, and her aspect was the very epitome of chaos and change, and she called his secret name.
Vitrio asked her what how she knew it, and what he might call her. She replied only thus: ‘It is given to me to know the names written in the hearts of others. Only two names may I not speak: my own, and that of my sister’. She asked Vitrio to play with her; when he replied that he didn’t know what play was, she taught him of such wondrous exotic things as imagination, and joy and laughter.
When they were tired, she told him a story. Once, she said, the gods walked the world. They sprang as pairs, each equal yet opposites. Then the god of death and destruction took it upon himself to imprison his brother, and so all life and growth began to wither. Thus started the great war of the Gods. A weapon was forged, the Godslayer. The goddess of such things as chaos and imagination and magic took it up, to impart some of her essence to its making, and slew the death god. Unable to exist without his brother, the god of Life also perished, sending both forces back into the hands of nature and men. As for the goddess who wielded the sword, she was so wearied by its use, she fell into a deep and abiding sleep. Until she awoke, to find her domain all but gone, and her sister ascendant.
The Goddess – for it was she – then took Vitrio by the hand, and together they entered the Grey City, for to put colour back in the hearts of humankind. There they found many followers, people awakened to the possibilities offered by this new aspect of life. But the Grey Lady resisted their advance, and poured sleepy greyness still harder into her people. The revolution was forced to camp, hidden, on the never-noticed upper reaches of the buildings. There, they plotted their war.
As time went on, the Revolution became grimmer and more battle weary. They stopped paying attention to their Goddess, dismissing her as flighty and useless to their cause. Vitrio only noticed her progression from lithe girl to petulant adolescent and then passionate youth, and wondered at the change in her. She would say only that he was changing, and she also.
There came a day when she came to him, saying that they had to stop this now before they lost all. Vitrio, who had just come from a very satisfactory war council, laughed at her and refused to listen, trying instead to soothe her fears. It was a little later, trying to remember when they had last played, that he saw the grey in the faces of the people around him, written deep. He knew then where she had gone.
Vitrio ran to the fortress of the Grey Lady, and found there his Lady, holding a sword to the neck of her sister. If one could ignore the granite staticness of the Grey Lady’s face, it was identical to hers.
Surprising them, Vitrio took the sword from her. She begged him to do it; but he shook his head. ‘I remember’, said he, ‘that her death would also be yours’.
‘Then let it be so’, said she. ‘Let us both return to whence we came, so that people may make their own choices and find their own balance. For I am greatly changed, and I wish it done.’ Then Vitrio did bow his head, and in one mighty stroke, removed the head of the Grey Lady.
His Lady fell, and he caught her in his arms. And she was no more a child, nor indeed a youth; this was an adult who lay cradled in his arms. Vitrio spoke a single word: her name. It was after all written in the very heart of him, next to his own.
In his arms, the quicksilver being made her final transformation. The godhood flew out of her and back into the hearts of the people to whom it belonged, leaving behind it a living, breathing, mortal human being.
And so they lived.
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there are many strange experience of dream happen with me
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yesterday I am taking sleep nap in afternoon suddenly when I am sleeping I realise that I am sleeping and dreaming then my dream breaks but I am still sleeping consciously It is hard to tell in words what happen after it try it tonight stay conscious while sleeping