Post by Arielle (Ivy Clark) on Mar 11, 2011 18:41:00 GMT -8
Common sense tells us that dreams have no form. They are ephemeral if they exist at all. Science says they are just firings of neurons within the brain at night--perhaps randomly, perhaps processing information gained during the day.
We need dreams, though. Going without sleep can kill a man. Going without dreams can make one go insane. The fae know this, even as society insists on longer hours and less sleep.
As the city of Seattle sleeps every night, many avoid sleep, but many more finally succumb, and dream. Even the fae dream, and they are more sensitive to dreams than others.
We know that dreams have no form, but if they did, they might take the shape of a mist on the wind. We know there is no specific place they come from, but one could imagine a scenario that goes something like this:
Over the past weeks, through the mists and rain that cover the city of Seattle, a certain dream creeps along. It has come down out of the mountains, or from across the sea; dreams are difficult things to pin down. All dreams come to specific people, but this dream is targeting more than one: a select few, chosen by wherever dreams come from for attention.
The dream creeps along like a mist. The first few days it is silvery in the moonlight, but as the month wears on the moon disappears and the mist grows darker. It flows past trees and buildings, through the streets, to the sleeping forms of those chosen few. In each it occurs differently, but in each it has the same purpose. Every night (or almost every night), the dreams come to them again and again.
Dreams come from our own brains, they have no form, and no purpose or meaning beyond what we give them. But if dreams were tangible (and the fae know this is so), then this dream might have a message.
But most likely, the city will sleep on unaware.
We need dreams, though. Going without sleep can kill a man. Going without dreams can make one go insane. The fae know this, even as society insists on longer hours and less sleep.
As the city of Seattle sleeps every night, many avoid sleep, but many more finally succumb, and dream. Even the fae dream, and they are more sensitive to dreams than others.
We know that dreams have no form, but if they did, they might take the shape of a mist on the wind. We know there is no specific place they come from, but one could imagine a scenario that goes something like this:
Over the past weeks, through the mists and rain that cover the city of Seattle, a certain dream creeps along. It has come down out of the mountains, or from across the sea; dreams are difficult things to pin down. All dreams come to specific people, but this dream is targeting more than one: a select few, chosen by wherever dreams come from for attention.
The dream creeps along like a mist. The first few days it is silvery in the moonlight, but as the month wears on the moon disappears and the mist grows darker. It flows past trees and buildings, through the streets, to the sleeping forms of those chosen few. In each it occurs differently, but in each it has the same purpose. Every night (or almost every night), the dreams come to them again and again.
Dreams come from our own brains, they have no form, and no purpose or meaning beyond what we give them. But if dreams were tangible (and the fae know this is so), then this dream might have a message.
But most likely, the city will sleep on unaware.