![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Dream: The Fall of Atlantis
Nov. 30th, 2019 12:14 pm20191130
Dream Journal
It looked like a seaQuest dream starting out. A group of new sailors, pulled from Naval Academy, assigned to an experimental submersible. They'd chosen smaller sailors, on the whole. The main character, a female named Jordan, was given charge of engineering. As they swarmed around, getting ready to put to sea, she found herself the tallest person in engineering -something she was used to. Everyone else was shorter, squatter, and somehow ... more dense. Mixed crew, male and female, but it wasn't easy to tell the difference in engineering.
Then her second in command arrived, snapped a sharp salute as she declared, "Skylar reporting for duty, SIR!" Skylar was definitely female, with sharp, foxy features and a high pony-tail in a bright gold stream coming out the back of her cover. About Jordan's height or maybe a little shorter, lithe and lean; not overly endowed but not androgynous either. Jordan returned the salute and sent her off to familiarize herself with their domain. Jordan turned back to the maintenance work she was engaged in.
A little while later, Skylar returned, popped of a salute, not quite as sharp, and snapped, "Skylar reporting for duty, ma'am!"
Jordan turned slowly. It looked like Skylar; about the right height - or maybe a little taller? Lithe and lean with foxy features. Hair hidden under the cover. It looked like Skylar but it wasn't. This new Skylar was male and ... probably not Navy. Jordan called security on him. Skylar scolded him for being an idiot because "there's all this iron down here. What where you thinking?"
After the trials, when they went back to course-work, Jordan began to dream. A sea-faring nation, wearing chitons and tunics and metal breast-plates with leather flap kilts - stuff you'd see on old statues in museums from Greece or Rome or Egypt, even. Tall buildings of white stone, fantastically decorated with squids and mermaids, centaurs and minotaurs and others monsters. A city under seige. Filled with soldiers, grim, determined.
The fighting broke through into the streets, fire and death and destruction. And defeat. Jordan as Queen standing on the highest parapet, her daughter, the crown princess Elisadge, beside her; the enemy pressing near, forced to jump to their deaths. A voice from somewhere advised them that they could make the open water and escape if they "didn't jack-ass kick the jump". Falling.
Before she jumped in the dream, Jordan got a good look at the enemy. She recognized the Skylar twins, looking somewhat aghast and embarassed, and some of the engineering sailors from the trials in the forefront of the mass. And there was the feeling that it was one of the Skylars who had spoken the words of advice.
Skylar-he managed to evade punishment for his trespass on the submersible. He showed up regularly, in the Naval classes, in the hallways, during free time, and he did his best to romance Jordan. Skylar-she and Jordan became fairly good friends, but the dreaming put a strain on it. The day after the final dream of the fall of Atlantis, Skylar-she asked if Jordan and Elisadge has survived. She sounded ashamed. Jordan shrugged.
"The Queen obviously did, since I'm here. I don't know about the daughter." Because at that point, it all made sense. She'd been true dreaming ... as a descendent of the last queen of Atlantis.
One of the classes I recall from the dream involved a discussion of the worth of swords - a comparison of several specific swords with descriptions of their age and composition and use. Some said that the most valued sword would be the one with the best steel and sharpest edge. Others were drawn to the inlays of precious metals and jewels. I chose the smallest, crudest, oldest bronze sword because the description said that it could cut spells. The teacher said I was right. Skylar-he sat beside nearby in this class, trying to distract me from the lesson.
When the class ended, I took a look at my notes and found that they were composed entirely of sketches. Then I walked over and looked at Skylar-he's notes and the notes of the other guys at his table. They were also entirely sketches - not a word of written language in any of them.
Dream Journal
It looked like a seaQuest dream starting out. A group of new sailors, pulled from Naval Academy, assigned to an experimental submersible. They'd chosen smaller sailors, on the whole. The main character, a female named Jordan, was given charge of engineering. As they swarmed around, getting ready to put to sea, she found herself the tallest person in engineering -something she was used to. Everyone else was shorter, squatter, and somehow ... more dense. Mixed crew, male and female, but it wasn't easy to tell the difference in engineering.
Then her second in command arrived, snapped a sharp salute as she declared, "Skylar reporting for duty, SIR!" Skylar was definitely female, with sharp, foxy features and a high pony-tail in a bright gold stream coming out the back of her cover. About Jordan's height or maybe a little shorter, lithe and lean; not overly endowed but not androgynous either. Jordan returned the salute and sent her off to familiarize herself with their domain. Jordan turned back to the maintenance work she was engaged in.
A little while later, Skylar returned, popped of a salute, not quite as sharp, and snapped, "Skylar reporting for duty, ma'am!"
Jordan turned slowly. It looked like Skylar; about the right height - or maybe a little taller? Lithe and lean with foxy features. Hair hidden under the cover. It looked like Skylar but it wasn't. This new Skylar was male and ... probably not Navy. Jordan called security on him. Skylar scolded him for being an idiot because "there's all this iron down here. What where you thinking?"
After the trials, when they went back to course-work, Jordan began to dream. A sea-faring nation, wearing chitons and tunics and metal breast-plates with leather flap kilts - stuff you'd see on old statues in museums from Greece or Rome or Egypt, even. Tall buildings of white stone, fantastically decorated with squids and mermaids, centaurs and minotaurs and others monsters. A city under seige. Filled with soldiers, grim, determined.
The fighting broke through into the streets, fire and death and destruction. And defeat. Jordan as Queen standing on the highest parapet, her daughter, the crown princess Elisadge, beside her; the enemy pressing near, forced to jump to their deaths. A voice from somewhere advised them that they could make the open water and escape if they "didn't jack-ass kick the jump". Falling.
Before she jumped in the dream, Jordan got a good look at the enemy. She recognized the Skylar twins, looking somewhat aghast and embarassed, and some of the engineering sailors from the trials in the forefront of the mass. And there was the feeling that it was one of the Skylars who had spoken the words of advice.
Skylar-he managed to evade punishment for his trespass on the submersible. He showed up regularly, in the Naval classes, in the hallways, during free time, and he did his best to romance Jordan. Skylar-she and Jordan became fairly good friends, but the dreaming put a strain on it. The day after the final dream of the fall of Atlantis, Skylar-she asked if Jordan and Elisadge has survived. She sounded ashamed. Jordan shrugged.
"The Queen obviously did, since I'm here. I don't know about the daughter." Because at that point, it all made sense. She'd been true dreaming ... as a descendent of the last queen of Atlantis.
One of the classes I recall from the dream involved a discussion of the worth of swords - a comparison of several specific swords with descriptions of their age and composition and use. Some said that the most valued sword would be the one with the best steel and sharpest edge. Others were drawn to the inlays of precious metals and jewels. I chose the smallest, crudest, oldest bronze sword because the description said that it could cut spells. The teacher said I was right. Skylar-he sat beside nearby in this class, trying to distract me from the lesson.
When the class ended, I took a look at my notes and found that they were composed entirely of sketches. Then I walked over and looked at Skylar-he's notes and the notes of the other guys at his table. They were also entirely sketches - not a word of written language in any of them.
