I was traveling with a small group of people through an old, dusty, underground tunnel lit with wall torches. I don't remember who everyone was, but one girl had powers and resembled She-ra, while one boy had a sword and resembled Bo.
The sword was magical; so powerful that it cut through the tunnel walls like they were made of butter. Magical projections came from the crevasses left by the sword, transforming into schools of small silvery fish that swam across the stone surface of the tunnel in a 2D world. They passed over our heads along the arch of the ceiling like living artwork as we continued further in the tunnel.
When we entered a large decrepit ballroom, the fish expanded and multiplied, swimming along the walls as more watery creatures exploded from the sword and meandered around the room. The once solemn ruin transformed into an aquarium teeming with flying, magical, luminescent beings.
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Dream Journal
RandomZombie and alien invasions, animals and mermaids, strange and whimsical adventures, and references to pop-culture. Sometimes scary, sometimes enchanting, always intriguing, dive into the fantastical realm that is my dreams!
