Avatar Of Dreams

There is a place beyond daylight on the edge of a dark sea where dreams rise up into existence. These dreams in themselves are harmless but when incubated in a fertile mind they can become dangerous beyond imagining.

Onieros wandered through the embryotic dreams watching them bubble up from the ether. These dreams destined for humans were the cast offs from the Gods moulding of the universe. For some, the dreams would be a muddled mixture of images that entertained but did no harm. For others, the dreams would be true telling, giving some the ability to see into the future. For a few, the dreams would be dark and harrowing. True or false, the dreams were delivered.

With a languid hand, Oneiros lifted up a bubble with a pearlescent sheen; looking inwards she sought the recipient of this dream. She saw a young woman a perfect incubator for this little gift. Oneiros flung the bubble through the Ivory Gate into the young woman’s mind.

Elena drifted easily into sleep, mind floating near the surface, body relaxing with the occasional twitch of muscles as they let go of the day’s tension. As her sleep deepened, eye movement became rapid as she watched the pictures unfold in her mind.

She floated as she danced in the arms of her love, twirling around the dance floor. A feeling of pure contentment and love infused her heart and soul. They danced and danced, faster and faster until Elena felt dizzy. She begged her love to stop, as she looked up into his face she saw the horns of a demon sprouting from his head, before her eyes as they spun endlessly around the room he changed from the loving man she knew into a dark faced horror. With a cry she jerked away from him as he bent hungrily towards her. She startled awake sobbing.

As she sat in the bed drenched in sweat she told herself the horrible dream was just pre-wedding nerves. True or false?

Onieros wandered further into the dreamscape. Reached down and picked up a slightly misshapen, murky dream. Seeking through her mind she found the anchor for the dream. She flung the dream through Horn Gate into the mind of the careworn mother.

Bea loved sleeping, it was the only time she had to herself. Sleep was the luxury of letting go and entering into her own imaginary world. She loved her dreams full of colour and vibrancy, excitement and daring; things that had no attachment to her humdrum everyday world. In her mind’s eye she watched as colour unfolded in a rainbow of glory, uplifting her spirit.

She wandered through the colourful wildflowers, gathering armloads and twining them into her hair. As she meandered she noticed a darkness arising at the edge of her vision. She turned her back to the darkness; this was her time to enjoy. She plucked a warm peach from the tree and luxuriously bit into the firm fruit, sweet juice ran down her chin. More darkness grew at the edge of her vision, once again she turned away facing into the rainbow of colour. Relishing the sun’s warmth caressing her

Suddenly a scream rang in her mind. She recognised the sound of her youngest t child coming from the darkness. With regret she turned from the warmth, colour and light and quickly made her way towards the darkness. Her child needed her, even in her dream she would never turn away from them. As she reached the darkness she realised it was smoke billowing out, she felt the heat of the flames another child’s scream rang out. She rushed into the burning house to rescue her children, but the flames blocked her at every turn, she threw herself into the flames. Hot fire painfully licked her skin, no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t reach her children.

Gasping Bea wrenched herself from the dream, stumbling from the bed she had to make sure her children were safe. As she reached for the handle she felt heat. This couldn’t be happening. True or false?

Onieros spread the dreams far and wide through the Ivory Gate or through the Horn Gate. She selected the dreams and the dreamers, some dreamed true and some dreamed false but only Onieros and the dreamer knew.

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