Creating a world is not so simple as just making it. Often times, I have to start at the middle and work myself forward from there. The past is often either assumed or ignored outright. There have been times where my indifference of what lies outside of the vision of a world equals the state of nonexistence, which is actually not a state at all, to be clear. Things outside the realm of my mind sometimes do not exist. This was a very real concept in my unfortunate story "Vox Deus." That which was not seen did not exist, at least until I wanted it to. Needless to say I was very focused as I wrote it.
I digress.
I do dream, and I have dreamed, and, some nights ago, I dreamed again. And in this dream, I was someone else. I was a personage less than myself: a creation. I was also female, which is nothing beyond my imagination. My species, although presently a goat, was, in the dream, a rabbit. I feel as if my fur was of a purple hue, but it is hard to say. I never saw myself. It was only a feeling.
I felt emotions that I do not often feel. I was frightened. My life was in danger. I was running away from people trying to either kill me or take me back to some place that I did not want to be. However, what I was running away from was not as fascinating as what I was running towards, and, to explain this, I must point out the environment in which I found myself.
It was a civilized desert. There were a number of buildings here, although some of them were ruined. The environment was very brown, and the wind blew lightly across it. Now, I was running away from civilization and towards what clearly appeared to be nothing at all. In the dream, I saw civilization as a prison and the endless nothing before me as freedom, but it also seemed to be death. I saw no way to live out there, yet I wanted it so dearly.
I felt followed. Those who wanted to bring me back to civilization were on my trail. I looked for a place to hide. Finding a ruined bell tower, I ran into its doorway, and climbed its steps. I thought that I would not be found in its bell chamber, although there was no bell to be found.
I made my way to the top and huddled behind a stone block that separated me from the bell chamber and the open window on the other side. I believe I was crying silently to myself. I was terribly frightened, for I was unsure if I had properly evaded my pursuers.
But all my efforts for for naught. My pursuers revealed themselves at the window across the bell chamber. They knew exactly where I was. Two hyenas with goggles over their eyes and toothy grins on their faces. They were sitting each in a cockpit suspended either by some sort of hovering technology or by two mechanical legs; I was unable to discern this.
"You never really stood a chance," one told me.
"You'll have to come back with us or else you'll die," said the other.
"And you'll die because we'll kill you," said the first.
"And then it will all just start over again," said the second.
"But we're being very nice today," said the first.
"And we'll take you home and spend time with you," said the second.
"Maybe a board game," said the first.
"We'll play it cutthroat, if you prefer," said the second.
"It's time to go," said the first.
"Stand up and let's see you," said the second.
I stood up and revealed myself, but I had felt that I had already been revealed anyways. The words of these hyenas were strangely sincere and comforting. I felt compelled to join them, not because I was hypnotized but because I trusted them with all of my heart. It is only that I explain this to you that you should know it at all, for their words might seem sinister or crazy without context. They meant everything they said, and I knew this as I heard it. For this reason, I surrendered myself to them, although with tears in my eyes. I did not want to go back, but I was happy to be with these two villains who showed me such strange friendliness in such an awful situation.
Past this moment in my dream, I woke up next to Vixxy. I was very calm, and was not startled in the least. I then realized I had experienced something that had really happened within my multiverse. And here I knew that I had a responsibility to pay close attention so that I might better understand the truth of it.
I do apologize for my lack of blogs. I've been very busy with my work. I'll try and keep the communications open. For now, why not consider one of my earlier books. The Lust Bearers series is a fine choice for people of various perversions. Here is some information:
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