((this is a long dream filled with much detail. I liked it and thought it would make a good story. Now I am writing one, hybriding the dream with my current imagination. The one you are reading now is just the dream.))
I am in a great city that lives under ground. It is the world of the half-faeries. There are few pure humans. They live outside. There are no pure faeries. They are dead.
Colored lights hit the ceiling of the cavern. I am surrounded by a dense crowd. Their cloths are different than that of the world I am used to. But, nothing is strange to me. I have lived here a my long life.
Loud music consumes the atmosphere. On a stage, impossibly perfect girls dance and sing in skin tight outfits. My pocket buzzes, so i answer my cell phone. As I talk on the phone, I fly up and out of the crowd to escape the noise. This makes a few heads turn, for very few people have enough of the right faerie genes to fly. On the phone, I learn that some key piece of machinery had blown, and I needed to get a replacement. Since it has been a while, I don't remember what it was called. Your probably wondering what this machinery thing is all about. Well, in my dream, I am the co-owner of a small power plant that runs on faerie magick.
The dream performs a time skip. I am in front of my house, which is attached to the right side of the power plant. I open the door and am greeted by a twelve year old, blond haired boy. I have his name and the names of other characters in my dream written down somewhere. I believe his name started with an 'M'. Anyway, I asked the boy if he knew where Ayta was. Ayta was my childhood friend and business partner, and we held a secret. Ayta, the boy, and I were the last pure blood faeries alive, at least to their knowledge. The boy told me that she was in the shower. I then asked him to open the loading bay doors. I met with Ayta and Okay, now that that is over. I wheeled the replacement part (It was quite large) around the back and up a ramp, into the power plant. There i met a muscular grease monkey, whose name i don't remember either. I think it started with an 'R'. I also met an old lady who was sweeping. Her name started with a 'K'. I remember her as being the nanny who raised Ayta and me after our parents had died.
A bell rings as a lady walks into the lobby of the plant. I walk to the front and help the lady transfer her power from my grid to the competing one. The competing company, though brief in my dream, I think will be more prominent in the plot of the story. i do remember this detail from the dream. That is the fact that the competing company draws their power, not directly from faeries (or high-purity half-faeries), but from the bones of dead faeries. While I am managing the store, a flash fills my vision. I am now three inches tall and have wings. A sorry calls from the machine room. After a few days, I turn back to normal.
Here is a large gap in my memory of the dream where much happened. I'll just consider it another time skip.
For some reason unremembered, a large angry mob of humans from the outside, were attacking the city. I needed to defend this rare artifact city of half-faeries, so I pull out my handgun. I stealthily fly high above the attacker's heads and help the city's small military, by picking them off with my pistol. The rest of the dream is lost from my memory.
I am in a great city that lives under ground. It is the world of the half-faeries. There are few pure humans. They live outside. There are no pure faeries. They are dead.
Colored lights hit the ceiling of the cavern. I am surrounded by a dense crowd. Their cloths are different than that of the world I am used to. But, nothing is strange to me. I have lived here a my long life.
Loud music consumes the atmosphere. On a stage, impossibly perfect girls dance and sing in skin tight outfits. My pocket buzzes, so i answer my cell phone. As I talk on the phone, I fly up and out of the crowd to escape the noise. This makes a few heads turn, for very few people have enough of the right faerie genes to fly. On the phone, I learn that some key piece of machinery had blown, and I needed to get a replacement. Since it has been a while, I don't remember what it was called. Your probably wondering what this machinery thing is all about. Well, in my dream, I am the co-owner of a small power plant that runs on faerie magick.
The dream performs a time skip. I am in front of my house, which is attached to the right side of the power plant. I open the door and am greeted by a twelve year old, blond haired boy. I have his name and the names of other characters in my dream written down somewhere. I believe his name started with an 'M'. Anyway, I asked the boy if he knew where Ayta was. Ayta was my childhood friend and business partner, and we held a secret. Ayta, the boy, and I were the last pure blood faeries alive, at least to their knowledge. The boy told me that she was in the shower. I then asked him to open the loading bay doors. I met with Ayta and Okay, now that that is over. I wheeled the replacement part (It was quite large) around the back and up a ramp, into the power plant. There i met a muscular grease monkey, whose name i don't remember either. I think it started with an 'R'. I also met an old lady who was sweeping. Her name started with a 'K'. I remember her as being the nanny who raised Ayta and me after our parents had died.
A bell rings as a lady walks into the lobby of the plant. I walk to the front and help the lady transfer her power from my grid to the competing one. The competing company, though brief in my dream, I think will be more prominent in the plot of the story. i do remember this detail from the dream. That is the fact that the competing company draws their power, not directly from faeries (or high-purity half-faeries), but from the bones of dead faeries. While I am managing the store, a flash fills my vision. I am now three inches tall and have wings. A sorry calls from the machine room. After a few days, I turn back to normal.
Here is a large gap in my memory of the dream where much happened. I'll just consider it another time skip.
For some reason unremembered, a large angry mob of humans from the outside, were attacking the city. I needed to defend this rare artifact city of half-faeries, so I pull out my handgun. I stealthily fly high above the attacker's heads and help the city's small military, by picking them off with my pistol. The rest of the dream is lost from my memory.
