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Scene from a dream I had a few weeks ago.
I was drying out a canopy tent my family had used during a local festival, it always rains during the festival so during the next dry stretch we air it out so it doesn't get moldy. I live under the flightpath for the local airport and as I love airplanes I often look when I hear one coming. I didn't hear this one, I was swatting a stink bug off the tent when a slim silhouette caught my eye. It looked like a flying tube with a series of pods in the center, at this point it was also silent. I watched as it began to descend towards my tent, shortly realizing sub-sonic bullets were tearing through the fabric behind me. I still heard nothing from the aircraft. The strafing aircraft reached the roof of the mobile home just up the hill before the aircraft leveled out and pulled up over the trees west of our property line. I watched it climb, still fascinated by it. Now the aircraft was past me I could hear it, a rhythmic pulsing not unlike a compound steam locomotive. The center of the tube held a clear pod which was partially filled with a blue liquid, some of which seemed to be leaking out near one of the fittings. The liquid would spill into the tube before falling off the aft lip, but it didn't fully fall to earth, it fell about 15 feet taking on a texture like cotton candy as it dropped. A few strands caught on the top of my tattered tent low enough for me to reach which, despite knowing it might kill me, I did. The wispy substance briefly felt like fiberglass before it condensed and congealed, then soaked into my hand. Despite being under the tent and unable to hear the aircraft, I became aware of its relative location, It was lining up for another attack run. I ran south along the side of the house it was blind to, hearing one of moms trees falling on the tent behind me.
Here the dream skipped ahead.
I've been seeing blue wisps everywhere for weeks since my encounter with that strange aircraft, no one else seems to be able to see them and I've stopped asking for fear that they send me to the loony bin. I'd been asked to go out to an old family property in the boonies to investigate the gate lock being broken, there's an old barn and grain silo where my ancestors once raised animals on a good sized plot. It's honestly a shame we haven't done anything with it since. The top of the barn was surrounded by a cloud of the blue wisps with such a density that I had to concentrate to see through it. Inside I found a young woman who had actually been making a home out of the place. I explained that my family had sent me, but I like what she's done with the place and they'll also be happy that someone's putting the place to good use. I keep my tools in the car and we worked on fixing the place up a bit, working and talking till dusk.
We were up in the balcony talking about what to work on tomorrow with mom and dads permission and maybe assistance, when I felt that aircraft again. It crested the mountain behind the barn and swooped past within inches of the sloped roof. More globs of the blue liquid seeped through the holes in the ceiling, these my friend was able to see. Curious if I would gain any more superhuman powers I shoved my left arm into the biggest one, that's when the transformation started... and I heard the voice. The blue liquid, it talks, it's alive... a.... symbiote.
No...
It IS lifeforce. Power generated and... secreted by all living beings.
That aircraft gathers it, concentrates it, and tries to use it in its engines... and it's making another run, this time along the windows.
Now fully changed into a generic lucario form I instruct my friend to hide among the boxes next to her hammock while I hide between the crates and the door. As the concentration of aura within the plane draws closer I begin to connect to it. I can see into the cockpit, the visibility sucks but the instruments can detect the aura concentration that I now am. The pilot hits the switch for the side scanning cameras and I snap back to my own vision.
I need to fight this thing, the aura does not want to be contained, nor to be used in this unnatural way.
This concludes the write-up for this image, there's a bit more to the dream but I want to put that in image form and... haven't yet. oops.
I'll link to the continuation when it's posted.
I was drying out a canopy tent my family had used during a local festival, it always rains during the festival so during the next dry stretch we air it out so it doesn't get moldy. I live under the flightpath for the local airport and as I love airplanes I often look when I hear one coming. I didn't hear this one, I was swatting a stink bug off the tent when a slim silhouette caught my eye. It looked like a flying tube with a series of pods in the center, at this point it was also silent. I watched as it began to descend towards my tent, shortly realizing sub-sonic bullets were tearing through the fabric behind me. I still heard nothing from the aircraft. The strafing aircraft reached the roof of the mobile home just up the hill before the aircraft leveled out and pulled up over the trees west of our property line. I watched it climb, still fascinated by it. Now the aircraft was past me I could hear it, a rhythmic pulsing not unlike a compound steam locomotive. The center of the tube held a clear pod which was partially filled with a blue liquid, some of which seemed to be leaking out near one of the fittings. The liquid would spill into the tube before falling off the aft lip, but it didn't fully fall to earth, it fell about 15 feet taking on a texture like cotton candy as it dropped. A few strands caught on the top of my tattered tent low enough for me to reach which, despite knowing it might kill me, I did. The wispy substance briefly felt like fiberglass before it condensed and congealed, then soaked into my hand. Despite being under the tent and unable to hear the aircraft, I became aware of its relative location, It was lining up for another attack run. I ran south along the side of the house it was blind to, hearing one of moms trees falling on the tent behind me.
Here the dream skipped ahead.
I've been seeing blue wisps everywhere for weeks since my encounter with that strange aircraft, no one else seems to be able to see them and I've stopped asking for fear that they send me to the loony bin. I'd been asked to go out to an old family property in the boonies to investigate the gate lock being broken, there's an old barn and grain silo where my ancestors once raised animals on a good sized plot. It's honestly a shame we haven't done anything with it since. The top of the barn was surrounded by a cloud of the blue wisps with such a density that I had to concentrate to see through it. Inside I found a young woman who had actually been making a home out of the place. I explained that my family had sent me, but I like what she's done with the place and they'll also be happy that someone's putting the place to good use. I keep my tools in the car and we worked on fixing the place up a bit, working and talking till dusk.
We were up in the balcony talking about what to work on tomorrow with mom and dads permission and maybe assistance, when I felt that aircraft again. It crested the mountain behind the barn and swooped past within inches of the sloped roof. More globs of the blue liquid seeped through the holes in the ceiling, these my friend was able to see. Curious if I would gain any more superhuman powers I shoved my left arm into the biggest one, that's when the transformation started... and I heard the voice. The blue liquid, it talks, it's alive... a.... symbiote.
No...
It IS lifeforce. Power generated and... secreted by all living beings.
That aircraft gathers it, concentrates it, and tries to use it in its engines... and it's making another run, this time along the windows.
Now fully changed into a generic lucario form I instruct my friend to hide among the boxes next to her hammock while I hide between the crates and the door. As the concentration of aura within the plane draws closer I begin to connect to it. I can see into the cockpit, the visibility sucks but the instruments can detect the aura concentration that I now am. The pilot hits the switch for the side scanning cameras and I snap back to my own vision.
I need to fight this thing, the aura does not want to be contained, nor to be used in this unnatural way.
This concludes the write-up for this image, there's a bit more to the dream but I want to put that in image form and... haven't yet. oops.
I'll link to the continuation when it's posted.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Pokemon
Size 1920 x 1080px
File Size 358.3 kB
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