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| =Liz' Notes= | | =Liz' Notes= |
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− | ==Morning Confusion==
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− | //My Documents/Notes/10-10-2007.txt (translated from German)<br>
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− | My, I did write a lot last night. Probably the reason why I couldn't get out of bed this morning, too. Oh well, at least I mentioned most of the things that happened, even tired as I was, instead of rambling on about easter bunny conspiracies. Spun sugar bunnies, never again! They are sooo tasty, but then after you've eaten lots and lots of them, they finally reveal their insidious nature. Breaking out from the stomach and running around in your head, giggling and giggling ...
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− | Uh right, dreams. I had the weirdest dream dream tonight. Maybe that's to be expected after yesterday, but it's still the first time I spent the night talking to myself. Not to mention that this other myself was kind of ... scary? Not vampire scary, no, thank god not. More like 'she's strange and kind of an asshole, but I don't really want to tell her since she might just flip out and use those swords on me'. On second thought, maybe a vampire me wouldn't have been so bad. At least it would obviously have been a not-me. Not me, a not-me? One of those. But since it was a dream and I couldn't get away because of the walls, we talked. About all kinds of things, really. University, family, music, men, parkour - obviously, though I think she didn't quite get it. She had some strange ideas about being a superhero, too. I mean, sure, you're special and all, you have greater responsibilities and aren't bound by arbitrary laws, but you are still human! The way she talked about 'normals', that really creeped me out.
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− | At some point during that discussion we must have entered a training montage or something since the next thing I remember is doing backflips to get away from her fucking swords while she lectured me about 'purity of form', 'chi flows', 'essence of fire' and similar stuff. I'm not one to pass up an opportunity to learn something, but who ever heard of learning something in a dream? Besides crazy people who hear god talking to them, I mean ... uh, maybe not the best example, since apparently some of my new friends <i>did</i> get a message from god and have the superpowers to show for it. Also it kinda worked, at least in the dream. Be that as it may, after some close shaves I managed to give her a good punch to the solar plexus and put her on her ass. Of course that didn't help much, since apparently that was the cue for everyone else to show up, from the giant dragon with a red star for an eye over various vampires, dark jedi and Nazgul to that screaming aztec king of the damned. Oh man, Sigmund Freud would have a field day with this stuff.
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− | So, here I am sitting in my hotel room waiting for the stupid phone to finally connect to someone at Lufthansa Services so that I can cancel my flight. I already talked to mum and dad, told them that I would be staying a bit longer, something about a possible job. A white lie, if there ever was one. I can't tell them, what's really going on, after all - not that I am so sure myself. Last night out in the desert it all made sense, gods and demons and monsters and heroes destined to fight them. But now ...
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− | I look at myself in the mirror. I'm still me, Elizabeth Albrechts. Traceuse, author, student. Still the same person I was last year. But that empty circle of shimmering gold on my forehead is also there, undeniably.
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− | I may not understand its meaning now, but one day I will.
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| ==An Evening of Revelations== | | ==An Evening of Revelations== |