frankmask

Taylor flipped his sword into the air and caught it by the blade. He parried a high blow with the hilt, thrust the pommel at his foe, then hooked the guys knee with the guard. The guy stumbbled and Taylor gave him a hard punch in the temple before he could regain himself. Taylor stepped over his prone form and ran down the corridor.

I'm starting to remember more of my dreams from last night. they were epic in scale, and had a fairly good plot. I remember at some point pleading for a life and trying to explain that my sword was blunted because I didn't wish to kill anyone. I remember a younger kid pointing out that I was carrying a gun.

I remember driving through somewhere that was no anchorage with a good friend of mine.

I remember someone who I called Flux, but had no real resemblance to Flux Suicide and as far as I could tell was a representational amalgam of other people.

I remember fighting something bad so the ghosts of four little girls could be at peace. In fact most of the early part of the dream revolved around finding out why the little girls were not at peace, and fixing it. It wasn't their fault, they really were very sweet kids.

And the Cat ghosts were just awesome. I believe they were guarding the littel girls, and while I can't recall specifics I seem to remember that I would not be at all disappointed if they were to exist outside of dreamland. They were really cool guys, very dedicated to what they were doing.

I remember a highway, I'm not sure why. I remember very clearly the physical sensation of driving with on hand on the wheel that was higher than my head, and commenting on how this looked odd but felt very comfortable.

I like my dreams. I just wish I could remember more about them.