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It’s a Dilemma we all Face
Ron Caliburn wrote:Hard to tell friend from foe when the foe is a shape shifting monster and the friend looks like a monster.
Sounds like the Nightmare is getting to you, Ron. It’s wearing you down pretty thoroughly; that much is plain to see. Might I make a few suggestions? You are so used to hunting the monster, not having the monster hunt you. It may become a game of fox and hound. And if that is the case, do not be the hound. You are tired and unfit to pursue this enemy. It might be time for evasion. Note, I did not say run; evade. This thing is obviously stronger and faster than you, so the only other alternative is to outwit it. But in your case, that might not be such a good idea; a fatigued mind is liable to make mistakes. Perhaps a shift and dodge tactic must be adopted.
As much as I hate to say it, this may get to a point where you cannot trust anybody, because as a shapeshifter will become anybody, and outsmarting it will be even harder if you haven’t had any sleep. So: do not trust anybody. It may sound harsh, but it may keep you alive. I would not come to your aid; you would shoot me anyway, so that is taken care of. But do not trust anyone else that offers their aid. Nor go to the aid of anyone that asks you for help. If people truly need help, others from Lazlo can pick up the slack. Isolation may grant you your life, or it may kill you. But such is the way of life, isn’t it? But that would be my suggestion.
My final suggestion is a little more mundane: seek medical help. Tell a doctor you cannot sleep, you have terrible dreams that will not allow it. Medication may put you completely out, but it may also give you the chance for some much needed rest.
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If I start to medicate . . . well I already know what happens when I start to depend on a chemical.
I just need to find a way to focus and sort out the fact and the fantasy. Once I know what's real and what's not, I can ignore the unreality and change the reality.
I'll beat this thing.
Though it is definitely best if y'all make sure I know you're real before you cross my path the next little while. It doesn't seem to touch what's here, so PM me in detail about where and when I will see you and how to recognize you.
I just need to find a way to focus and sort out the fact and the fantasy. Once I know what's real and what's not, I can ignore the unreality and change the reality.
I'll beat this thing.
Though it is definitely best if y'all make sure I know you're real before you cross my path the next little while. It doesn't seem to touch what's here, so PM me in detail about where and when I will see you and how to recognize you.
Ron, you do need help. This thing has you worn to the bone. It wants to see you crack before you die. I worried that this thing won't be the one to kill you though. Maybe laying low ain't such a bad idea.
This thing can't be as tough as it makes itself out to be. All that we need t do is lure it out into the open, and attck it in such a way that it just up and leave. Some way to rip it of its power....a way to....I have an idead that may help but it depends on how far you are willin' to go stop this thing, PM me with a responese, read to the first line of Gabby's b-day card and Ill know its you.
Stick in there Ron, we're wit' ya'.
This thing can't be as tough as it makes itself out to be. All that we need t do is lure it out into the open, and attck it in such a way that it just up and leave. Some way to rip it of its power....a way to....I have an idead that may help but it depends on how far you are willin' to go stop this thing, PM me with a responese, read to the first line of Gabby's b-day card and Ill know its you.
Stick in there Ron, we're wit' ya'.
"Too serve and protect", somethin' bout that gets a lil' blurred when dealin' with the supernatural.
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Lay low, great idea. So if I don't go to sleep it can't find me. I like it.
Now how the heck do we pull that off?
Yeah, we can't.
I need to strike back at this thing when it comes after me. I need to chase it back to where it lives. I need to destroy it.
But how? It's just a figment of my little sister's imagination, isn't it?
A figment of the mind. A fragment of a dream. Deadliest thing I've never seen.
Now how the heck do we pull that off?
Yeah, we can't.
I need to strike back at this thing when it comes after me. I need to chase it back to where it lives. I need to destroy it.
But how? It's just a figment of my little sister's imagination, isn't it?
A figment of the mind. A fragment of a dream. Deadliest thing I've never seen.
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Only because it plays mind-games.
Seriously, it's unable to do anything BUT distract and play with one's head. That's it. It can't even force anyone to do anything more than fall asleep.
Nightmares and sleep, that's it. All it can do. It's NOT a threat, except in how we react to it's illusions.
But Ron, I'm going to try somthing new... I'll try to install some wards around your house. And no, I'm not going to show up physicaly. Preferably, they'll either keep it away from you, but if it's willing to dare risk sticking around while I'm setting them up, it'll trap it where you are. And as long as you're awake, it HAS to be somewhere near you to mess with you.
So I can grab it there and then.
Seriously, it's unable to do anything BUT distract and play with one's head. That's it. It can't even force anyone to do anything more than fall asleep.
Nightmares and sleep, that's it. All it can do. It's NOT a threat, except in how we react to it's illusions.
But Ron, I'm going to try somthing new... I'll try to install some wards around your house. And no, I'm not going to show up physicaly. Preferably, they'll either keep it away from you, but if it's willing to dare risk sticking around while I'm setting them up, it'll trap it where you are. And as long as you're awake, it HAS to be somewhere near you to mess with you.
So I can grab it there and then.
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Sarcasm?
Ron Caliburn wrote:Lay low, great idea. So if I don't go to sleep it can't find me. I like it.
Now how the heck do we pull that off?
Yeah, we can't.
I need to strike back at this thing when it comes after me. I need to chase it back to where it lives. I need to destroy it.
But how? It's just a figment of my little sister's imagination, isn't it?
A figment of the mind. A fragment of a dream. Deadliest thing I've never seen.
Sarcasm aside, you might have touched a vein, Ron. If Rhonda created it, can she destroy it?
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Guess what time it is.......
Rons falling asleep.
Oh look at him, nodding out.....ever so softly.
Hello Ronnie, its me. Don't be afraid. It's me little bobby from down the street. Can you play catch with me? It's okay. Really I'm okay. The last time we played catch, you threw the ball out in the road. You didn't mean to Ronnie, I know. I'm okay now. The truck hit me, but I'm okay. Ronnie can't we play catch? Pleasse Ronnie
CANT WE PLAY CATCH!!!!!!!!!RONNNIE HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAA
Rons falling asleep.
Oh look at him, nodding out.....ever so softly.
Hello Ronnie, its me. Don't be afraid. It's me little bobby from down the street. Can you play catch with me? It's okay. Really I'm okay. The last time we played catch, you threw the ball out in the road. You didn't mean to Ronnie, I know. I'm okay now. The truck hit me, but I'm okay. Ronnie can't we play catch? Pleasse Ronnie
CANT WE PLAY CATCH!!!!!!!!!RONNNIE HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAA
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Nain Rouge...
Rit Hloe Zuru.
If you bring harm on my friend, this spell shall go off. I have made offer for you to come after me in his stead. This curse may not kill you, but I know for certain that no matter what you are, it won't be comfortable.
If you are as powerful as you say you are, you need not attack a weakened person. Come after me, instead.
Rit Hloe Zuru.
If you bring harm on my friend, this spell shall go off. I have made offer for you to come after me in his stead. This curse may not kill you, but I know for certain that no matter what you are, it won't be comfortable.
If you are as powerful as you say you are, you need not attack a weakened person. Come after me, instead.
I am not A bitch...I am THE bitch. And to you, I'm MS Bitch.
Ron...
By the time you read this, you should have already felt the effects. My runes said you were in trouble, but still alive.
I sent a couple of spells your way, one to shield your soul, and one to boost your energy levels. For tonight, at least, you should be able to defend yourself in your dreams.
It's rather draining, so I can't do it every night...but I will do it when I can spare the energy.
Just wanted you to know why you suddenly felt invigorated when things might've been looking bleak...or, if you were awake by that point, why you might've suddenly felt rested when you were zonked a minute ago.
By the time you read this, you should have already felt the effects. My runes said you were in trouble, but still alive.
I sent a couple of spells your way, one to shield your soul, and one to boost your energy levels. For tonight, at least, you should be able to defend yourself in your dreams.
It's rather draining, so I can't do it every night...but I will do it when I can spare the energy.
Just wanted you to know why you suddenly felt invigorated when things might've been looking bleak...or, if you were awake by that point, why you might've suddenly felt rested when you were zonked a minute ago.
I am not A bitch...I am THE bitch. And to you, I'm MS Bitch.
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Mr Caliburn. It was brought to my attention thaat you may be in need. Okkikan is a loyal and true friend. He will stand by your side till this is done. (at the very least he can identify your impostor and or this new bokokoru that wishes an end to his time)
Understanding, is not a thing that comes swiftly, but rather in stages, a journey that once begun, must be seen to it's end.
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Oh by the way I went and checked on Rhonda, apperantly she has learned to project into the Dream Stream. She was trying to get in touch with Ron but Mr.Asshat was there at the same time and looking to cause trouble. Rhonda was shook up by the situation but is a little better now, I am now helping Rhonda deal with the issue that sent her lookiing for Ron. I'll give more details later.
To find the darkness you have walk in the shadows.
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Shadow helped me figure this out. Any of you that see me should keep it in mind.
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Sorry for my extended psuedo-absence... that big ice storm that just hit, oh, the entire continental US, pretty well shut down the entire city of Springfield, MO, with the partial exception of my place of employment, so my internet time has been next to nill...
Most everything's up and running now though, and I believe I owe you guys a bit of a tale, as giving me the mother of all headaches was apparently not the extent of Mr. Asshole's plans for me.
It started that night, after the ambush, when I thought I was safe at home... before long I was having all the usual nightmares: Stinky getting his claws on everyone I know; back in the shed with the Tentacle Beast with no sign of Ron; my father, telling me how worthless I am as he sent me to the Home; hell, there was even a disturbingly vivid scene of my childhood fear of being eaten by Gyaos, oddly enough one of the few dreams I've ever been able to clearly remember, memorexed from when I first had it a couple years ago...
and then I'm in my room, in my dad's basement, on New Year's Eve a few years back. It's one of those amazingly rare and special times when Father seems to actually like me, and has pulled me out of the Home for a week, even giving me a brand new laptop out of nowhere. A laptop I had immediately put to what I considered good use, heading to all my usual online hangouts and finally, after almost a week of waiting, running into her: my best girl, the one I've been talking with now for a good eight years--which outlasts every other non-blood relationship I've had by a good half a decade--the girl whose name and state of residence I will never mention on this website for fear of bringing bad juju down on her head from any unseemly lurkers. She played coy, pretending she'd finally gone and gotten herself a local boyfriend... but somewhere between saying she'd leave her webcam on and let me watch her sleep and mentioning that she was alone in the house and that meant she would be sleeping naked, I saw through her little ploy. Needless to say, she gave me quite a show, a cherished memory that I now count as one of the high points of my pathetic existence...
It was around the time she slipped her bra out from under her shirt and told me she was alone in the house that Mr. Asshole decided to ruin everything. Out of nowhere, he pops up behind her, a bowie knife in his hand, and starts... well... gutting isn't really the right word... the guts are lower down. Filleted might a bit better description... or open heart surgery without a license. And then Ron's voice, all around me. "Stay out of it, godless coward, or I will find your little whore." He makes a Pez dispenser out of her neck for emphasis...
And I wake up screaming, somehow managing to break half the lightbulbs in the house in my terror and rage.
A day later I'm talking with her online and find out she's perfectly fine: she swears I showed up at her place and told her to keep one of her swords handy and make sure she always shares her bed with one of her many cats... and then I just disappeared while her back was turned, before she could arrange a more proper welcome.
Kudos, it would seem, are in order... for my doppelganger...
Believe me when I say that's a VERY odd feeling.
Also believe me when I say that I will be all to happy to see this Asshole dead for daring to threaten her.
Most everything's up and running now though, and I believe I owe you guys a bit of a tale, as giving me the mother of all headaches was apparently not the extent of Mr. Asshole's plans for me.
It started that night, after the ambush, when I thought I was safe at home... before long I was having all the usual nightmares: Stinky getting his claws on everyone I know; back in the shed with the Tentacle Beast with no sign of Ron; my father, telling me how worthless I am as he sent me to the Home; hell, there was even a disturbingly vivid scene of my childhood fear of being eaten by Gyaos, oddly enough one of the few dreams I've ever been able to clearly remember, memorexed from when I first had it a couple years ago...
and then I'm in my room, in my dad's basement, on New Year's Eve a few years back. It's one of those amazingly rare and special times when Father seems to actually like me, and has pulled me out of the Home for a week, even giving me a brand new laptop out of nowhere. A laptop I had immediately put to what I considered good use, heading to all my usual online hangouts and finally, after almost a week of waiting, running into her: my best girl, the one I've been talking with now for a good eight years--which outlasts every other non-blood relationship I've had by a good half a decade--the girl whose name and state of residence I will never mention on this website for fear of bringing bad juju down on her head from any unseemly lurkers. She played coy, pretending she'd finally gone and gotten herself a local boyfriend... but somewhere between saying she'd leave her webcam on and let me watch her sleep and mentioning that she was alone in the house and that meant she would be sleeping naked, I saw through her little ploy. Needless to say, she gave me quite a show, a cherished memory that I now count as one of the high points of my pathetic existence...
It was around the time she slipped her bra out from under her shirt and told me she was alone in the house that Mr. Asshole decided to ruin everything. Out of nowhere, he pops up behind her, a bowie knife in his hand, and starts... well... gutting isn't really the right word... the guts are lower down. Filleted might a bit better description... or open heart surgery without a license. And then Ron's voice, all around me. "Stay out of it, godless coward, or I will find your little whore." He makes a Pez dispenser out of her neck for emphasis...
And I wake up screaming, somehow managing to break half the lightbulbs in the house in my terror and rage.
A day later I'm talking with her online and find out she's perfectly fine: she swears I showed up at her place and told her to keep one of her swords handy and make sure she always shares her bed with one of her many cats... and then I just disappeared while her back was turned, before she could arrange a more proper welcome.
Kudos, it would seem, are in order... for my doppelganger...
Believe me when I say that's a VERY odd feeling.
Also believe me when I say that I will be all to happy to see this Asshole dead for daring to threaten her.
I'm not dead yet.
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Well, let's be honest... It's probably going after Ron's friends to get at Ron, because hurting Ron hurts Ron's sister.
So maybe, MAYBE, it would leave us alone if Ron was gone, but more likely it would switch it's target point to Shadow, because Rhonda knows him, and keep torturing the rest of us. And if he didn't go after us, that'd only be because he changed the pointof his focus from people Rhonda knows through Ron, to people Rhonda knows directly... You know, the people she lives with at the compound, who because of their beliefs would be even LESS able to defend themselves or deal with it.
So isntead of fighting people who can strike back, it'd be convincing the people Rhonda lives with to kill eachother around her.
Stick around, Ron.
So maybe, MAYBE, it would leave us alone if Ron was gone, but more likely it would switch it's target point to Shadow, because Rhonda knows him, and keep torturing the rest of us. And if he didn't go after us, that'd only be because he changed the pointof his focus from people Rhonda knows through Ron, to people Rhonda knows directly... You know, the people she lives with at the compound, who because of their beliefs would be even LESS able to defend themselves or deal with it.
So isntead of fighting people who can strike back, it'd be convincing the people Rhonda lives with to kill eachother around her.
Stick around, Ron.