Last
Friday night, after an enjoyable time pounding the horde of creeps into
submission (or was I the one getting pounded?), I went to sleep in Arkenstone.
Through
my mind’s eyes, I saw myself flying across the vastness of the abyss. Unlike
other visions where I have become a chicken, a horse, or a ranger, where I
still exist in the world but interact differently, this time it was different.
I awoke in a world called Landroval, in a time called Weatherstock.
Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Arkenstone anymore. .... We must be over the rainbow!
I
had been summoned by friends I hadn’t seen since a previous age (beginning). Szarmaleth and
Jairandir were there to meet me. We were soon joined by another old friend, Droggyr.
Szar: Are you a good witch or a bad witch?
Dana: I'm not a witch at all. I'm Danania, Supergirl of Lorien, from Arkenstone. I came to see the Weatherstock.
Jaidan: She wears the ruby boots.
Szar: Oh, so she does! Well bust my buttons. Why didn't you say so in the first place. That's a horse of another color, Come on in!
It’s
time to see what drew me across the impassable divide.
In
the Lone lands, as we walked up the path toward Weathertop, the excitement
builds, the bustle and intensity of hundreds rolls like an ocean wave. The
crowd is thicker than I have ever seen. As the information rolls in, I see
nametags on all these strangers… so very many that I “/n” to focus on their
faces.
(side
note from the conscious self… Szar warns me to switch out of Ultra High view to
Medium to reduce lag, but she was the one who designed this system and it has
never been properly put through the paces. It handled the view just fine. J …but if you are ever in a
too-much-information area and unsure of your system, follow her suggestion and
scale back.)
Through
the crowd, I found my friend Goldenstar and gave a /hug and a quick hello, as all
watched the revelry on center stage.
It
looks like I have arrived mid-festival as one band leaves the stage and the
Emcee Harperella announced the next group of performers.
"...This is positively the finest exhibition ever to be shown... well, be that as it may, I your wizard emcee, par adua outer, am about to bring to the stage the next group that will send your mind racing on an unexplainable journey..."
A
group lead by lead singer Ingolemo took the stage.
I
followed along as the captions imprinted on my mind. His words strung together, I read his lips sing a ballad,
called Stridin’ Man.
It
is my dream, and of course, in my dreams, I fantasize that people actually show
up to read my blog. So, naturally, I had the extreme pleasure of meeting a
hobbit named Apis, who recognized me and said she was a fan of the blog! Wow,
what a nice thing to say in a dream!
/bow
to Apis
I
watched a few more bands perform as I could feel my time slipping on reality.
Here
are six more.
Phedelene
of Leaves of Laurelin.
Larkfeather
of Breakfast Club.
Rohaena
of The Songburrow Strollers.
Khalawyn
of RKO.
Arelias
of Mornie Alantie.
Emyli
of Symphonia et Gloria
When I awoke, I was back in my bed in Arkenstone, bewildered, amazed by the amount of planning to pull off such an elaborate dream, and glad it was mine to share.
No, but it wasn't a dream. It was a place. And you - and you - and you - and you were there... But you couldn't have been, could you? Bird, you should have seen it... This was a real, truly live place.
If you have had a similar dream and recognize any of these performers, feel free to let me know who they are so I can include them with the pictures!
Update 07/03/12: followup to Weatherstock at dream-of-ingolemo-weatherstock-forever.
