quinta-feira, 8 de março de 2012

Another World

          Oh god, this dream. I remember I was at a mall. This mall had a "secret" room. And this room was special. We could cross dimensions through it. In the dream, I used to go there to read some books. It looked like a old train room, and it had places to about six people. But then, something funny happened.
          One day, when I entered the room, there was a girl there. I was surprised, she literally appeared from thin air. We talked a bit and she asked if I wanted to see something cool. She then opened the entrance door. Instead of finding the rest of the mall, I found myself leaving a house through its back entrance, next to a pier. She guided me, and we found a road and some buildings. Then, a city. The year was 2014 (both irl and in the other dimension), and I saw many buildings and places analogues to those from Fortaleza, but they were very different. I actually found an old friend in that dimension and asked about that strange world. In short: Michael Jackson was alive, the WTC Twin Towers were standing, there was only one Korea and so on.
          I spent many days visiting this strange dimension with the girl. One day, there was a festival happening there. She told me about it before hand, so we attended it dressed like Vishnu and Lakshmi. It was so much fun. I also remember going to UECE and see how different that world's UECE was from mine. There, I found a old friend. However, he was not the same person, he was from that world, not from mine. We talked a bit and I got to know a few things. Even though he was from another universe, he seemed to know about the other dimensions, just like that girl. Amongst other facts about that world, I remember these: Michael Jackson and Winehouse were alive, many events like WW2 and 9/11 never happened, there was only one Korea and so on.
          At certain point, strange things started to happen. The girl stopped showing up, and the other world became dark and melancholic. I started to lose "connection" from that world, and while venturing it I would suddenly come back to my own world. Yeah...

quinta-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2012

Longing

It's been months, right? Well, Rairen is the one who writes shit here. He still dreams. But now, he is dreaming of a dream that is about... Apes. Yes, apes. Okay, let's rephrase that.

          I am Ana, creator of everything here. Rairen is someone from the "real world" that dreams of AnonMera. He barely ever visits the overworld though. He likes the Inner Earth best.
          He still dreams of AnonMera. But now he lives it. So Minefis is now the one who writes about AnonMera the most. After all, Rairen has become part of AnonMera itself. And Minefis writes about things that happens to AnonMera.
          Get it?

sábado, 5 de novembro de 2011

Santa Maria, Quinto de Novembro


Well, it was 8 pm when I fell asleep (accidentally) and now it's 4 am so I guess I have slep enough.
Anyway...


I was at Uruburetama, a place I love to visit and where I used to go on vacations. There was this guy there... He told me story, of three boys. The middle boy said to the the little boy "How you are small." and then fell pushed him to the cliff. The bigger boy said the same thing to the middle one, but accidentally tripped and fell with the other boy. Uh.


Then I remember we were joking about holy water at my old home. The next scene, I was alone in the stairway... Then I started praying Ave Maria (Hail Mary). After a few times praying, I started to feel something illuminating around me and I had a vision of sorts. Mary was showing me miracles that she claimed to have done. There was this one in particular: A girl was helping her mother in a greenhouse. Her friend came over and I'm not sure what happened before... but she then put her hand in her pocket, and there was the dead bird of her friend, that was now alive.


Mary then instructed me to pray ten more Ave Marias. That was when I realized I was dreaming in my dream. When I looked in front me, my first character I have ever created was looking at me. An anthro bunny, with his glowing blue eyes eating me alive. The I woke up, for real this time. I fell asleep again, but this bunny, Coelho, scratched my foot to keep me up. I think he wants me to write this.


And here I am, deadly confused. I don't want to go sleep again.
I'm afraid...

sexta-feira, 21 de outubro de 2011

Alvorada Vingésima de Outubro

Eu estava reformando minha casa com Remilia. De repente amanhecera, e havia alguém do lado de fora que queria me matar. Eu peguei um balão e voei até uma casa da vizinhança. Lá, uma mulher de cabelos cacheados me ofereceu abrigo. Estávamos falando em inglês, por alguma razão.

terça-feira, 11 de outubro de 2011

Alvora do Onzécimo de Outubro

So, I had this dream last night. I was talking with Death about mortality and the transient nature of humans. Then I asked what if humans discovered a away to become immortal. Death became upset and said that even if this happens, my own body will not survive till then. I replied "Not like I wanted to be immortal anyway, and I think it would mean eternal suffering". Death smiled and walked away, holding my hand. Then I woke up :p

sexta-feira, 30 de setembro de 2011

A Fábrica de Meu Ser

Hoje, eu abri uma porta...
Eu encontrei uma instalação de tamanhos imensuráveis. Eu estava a andar por sobre uma plataforma que conectava a dita porta ao outro lado do abismo.

...

À direita, havia um caminho que dava acesso a uma pequena subida escadarada, que acabava em uma descida râmpica abrupta, onde a área de acesso acabava. Em minha frente, num lugar aparentemente inalcançável, estava Sayaka, tocando seu tema brúxico em um piano.

Logo após, prossegui ao caminho da esquerda. No final dele, estava uma porta, que conectava uma pequena sala. Nesta sala, Kyosuke estava frustadamente tocando seu violino.


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Nota: Alvorada 28 (29?) de Setembro, uma torre gigantesca, Priston Tale related.

segunda-feira, 5 de setembro de 2011

15 de Agosto



Merda de blog dando erro, postando aqui

Agostino 12 Mike aparecer medieval típico dormir sesta.

Agostino 15
Após realizar típicas atividades Minecraftianas em minha antiga casa, dirijo-me a New York junto a O.A.. Lá, sentamos num banco perto do Marco Zero, enquanto observamos uma mulher apontando para o mapa dos EUA, cantando alegremente. Ao apontar para um Estado, pergunta se alguém é ou já viveu por lá. O.A. se levanta e fala sobre isto. Ao retornar, ele cochicha perguntando se alfam aina yunna kon kera. Unsedj betsi, dizendo que quando am estiver ready, diria a ele. Voltamos para uma espécie de apartamento, onde eu estava escolhendo o que vestir. Quando O.A. aparece todo agasalhado e diz para eu fazer os mesmo. Inicialmente hesito, mas depois percebo-me da situação levemente nevada. Vamos para fora caminhar zeu yamna hands djoligetsi.

quarta-feira, 20 de julho de 2011

Na transição de sexta 15 para sábado 16, Julho, 2011

Eu vi um homem de vestimentas vermelho escuras, seguindo alguém por uma passagem secreta nas profundezas de uma caverna. Assim que ele obteve acesso, começou a sabotar o lugar...