01-01-2015, 09:52 AM
I had a rather involved dream last night. I was a 30-something Caucasian man in the Indian countryside, presumably many, many years in the past, though it was hard to tell because the people living there were very simple and rural and almost timeless in their existence. I seemed to be some sort of explorer. I was also a talented magician, both in ritual magic and a type of stage magic that involved the use of explosive powders. I quickly became enamored with a beautiful woman from one of the villages.
Soon I learned that some sort of royal army had been going through the country, killing many people and taking the land. These villagers had done nothing but farm their whole lives. They had little concept of warfare and self defense, and it was nothing short of a small genocide. The army was moving toward the village I had settled in, and I decided to use my magic to defend the villagers. The battle was long and taxing, and in the end the army was closing in on the woman and I, who had become separated from the others. I was throwing bombs filled with the explosive powder to keep them away from us but felt that we would soon be overrun.
Suddenly my body dissolved and I found myself in another dimension, facing what I realized was a god. Strangely, he looked more like common depictions of Zeus or Jehovah than any of the Indian gods. He was very angry, and told me that I must immediately stop interfering in the battle. There was a deeper reason behind the slaughter that I wasn't capable of understanding and I was only hurting people with my actions. The people had to die. The woman I loved had to die, and he told me that if I caused any more trouble she would die a slow and horrible death instead of the quick death meant for her.
I can't recall the entirety of the conversation, but with growing dread I realized that there was nothing I could do to save the woman or her village. The god could not be reasoned with, nor could the royal army, and my magic was not strong enough to hold them all at bay. I did not want to see the woman I loved suffer because of my boldness, and with a heavy heart I swore that I would not interfere further. I was then plopped back into my own dimension, far from the battle so I wouldn't have to see its results.
Had the god not pulled me away, I likely would have been killed in the battle regardless. His action seemed more a covert attempt to save me than to quell actions that ultimately would not have succeeded in turning the tide of battle.
The next thing I remember I was myself again, talking with Unbound about an ancient order of assassins, and somehow Napolean Bonaparte was involved. I then woke up.
Soon I learned that some sort of royal army had been going through the country, killing many people and taking the land. These villagers had done nothing but farm their whole lives. They had little concept of warfare and self defense, and it was nothing short of a small genocide. The army was moving toward the village I had settled in, and I decided to use my magic to defend the villagers. The battle was long and taxing, and in the end the army was closing in on the woman and I, who had become separated from the others. I was throwing bombs filled with the explosive powder to keep them away from us but felt that we would soon be overrun.
Suddenly my body dissolved and I found myself in another dimension, facing what I realized was a god. Strangely, he looked more like common depictions of Zeus or Jehovah than any of the Indian gods. He was very angry, and told me that I must immediately stop interfering in the battle. There was a deeper reason behind the slaughter that I wasn't capable of understanding and I was only hurting people with my actions. The people had to die. The woman I loved had to die, and he told me that if I caused any more trouble she would die a slow and horrible death instead of the quick death meant for her.
I can't recall the entirety of the conversation, but with growing dread I realized that there was nothing I could do to save the woman or her village. The god could not be reasoned with, nor could the royal army, and my magic was not strong enough to hold them all at bay. I did not want to see the woman I loved suffer because of my boldness, and with a heavy heart I swore that I would not interfere further. I was then plopped back into my own dimension, far from the battle so I wouldn't have to see its results.
Had the god not pulled me away, I likely would have been killed in the battle regardless. His action seemed more a covert attempt to save me than to quell actions that ultimately would not have succeeded in turning the tide of battle.
The next thing I remember I was myself again, talking with Unbound about an ancient order of assassins, and somehow Napolean Bonaparte was involved. I then woke up.
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