Damnit.... i'm disappointed in this thread. Thought it was going to be about crazy weird dreams that people had dreamt.
I forgot to mention one dream I had, where people could make their own threads on the GWJ forums... ;)
And lo... it was! My dream (one of them!) from March 2007:
Two people from a fantasy world: one a sorcerer and the other a different type of magician. They have gone on a quest to find and recover something that will save their empire, however it is a fragile alliance as neither one likes the other and each has his own hidden agenda.
Two men find themselves within a cave system searching for some long lost power. They find a chamber and discover that the cave system once had a guardian formed of pure magical energy. They can hear and feel “things” in the darkness further into the caves that make them uneasy and so decide to re-ignite this defensive entity. But to make it so that they are not attacked they form it of their own magical energy (as there is no other source), a jaw bone they find lying in the chamber – like a dog’s – and some moss etc. The being comes alive and is capable of thought. It has the jawbone as it’s mouth and moss for hair, but the rest is filled by a greenish energy from the magic.
One of the men is the head/or high up in the empire’s espionage society (the magician) and so carries around with him a diary type of thing that, in quiet times, he opens up and scribbles or reads from. He guards the information kept therein like it was worth more than anything else and despite repeated attempts to read the book by the other man, he still continues to read when the other is about.
After several days of trying to find the ancient power it becomes apparent that the defensive entity is slowly degrading. The magician has become like the father to the entity, answering it’s questions and befriending it more than the sorcerer who is aloof much of the time. While they haven’t encountered any hostile creatures in the caves it appears that they have sensed them. At this point the two men are thinking about leaving because their search has been fruitless and they would be better serving their empire by being somewhere else. On the last night they plan to be in the caves, the entity talks about wanting to leave the caves, imagining the “great outside” with a longing in its voice. The magician can see that its energy is fading significantly and that the magic holding it together isn’t strong enough, but he is preoccupied with his book, turning pages, scribbling and reading and says that they will have time to see the outside tomorrow.
It is at this point that the entity looks at the sorcerer and says, “You can see it. Can’t you?” The magician looks startled and closes the book, annoyed that his guard had been lowered enough for the other to glance into his book. The sorcerer walks back to where he will be sleeping for the night.
The next morning the magician awakes to find himself alone. The sorcerer is gone and so is the entity. Then he realises that the jawbone is on the floor with the moss and that the entity is no long with them. Immediately he is filled with grief, knowing that had he paid more attention then the entity could have seen the outside once in its short life.
I woke slowly but filled with grief myself and after a while my thoughts turned to my own mortality.