Maredrauga Glimpses

[Whisper]

A scream rang out in the night, that drew Allen to it as if it were a siren's song. On some level he knew what to expect, but it never occured to him why. All he knew was that someone needed help; someone needed him.

Allen's hand clenched around the two by four. He was filled with anticipation and adrenline, as he moved out from the alley-way that he called home. Allen hadn't felt like this in years, not since his last tour in Afghanastan. When he rounded the corner, the mugger was already within range, and fueled by instinct and destiny, he swung...

"Thank you." The words were the sweetest sound in the night air, filled with gratitude over stopping the mugger and returning the purse. Allen felt fullfilled, felt needed.

Allen never noticed how the world around him was a bit fuzzy and grainey. It did not occur to him how he knew what was happening or why he had a weapon already in hand. He was so wrapped up in the feeling, he never noticed the slight skips in all that had happened...

Allen slept comfortably in the alley, with a smile upon his face and a stranger's fingertip pressed to his temple...

  Forging the Dream

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-09-05 23:29:22		Maredrauga rolls 7 to Forging the Dream (10 Again)		4, 2, 9, 2, 1, 6, 3		1 success

[Whisper]

It had caught his eye almost immediately, though there was nothing special about it. A red ribbon, lost or discarded, that had been carried up against a chain link fence by a gentile breeze. Maredrauga knelt down next to the stranded strand of satin, picking it up and studying it.


"Something lost, something found..." He said softly as he carefully placed the ribbon into his pocket. With a task in hand, he cut his stroll short and headed to a place of privacy.


The Darkling did his best to sleep through the days, which left his nights for work and play. For nights, he held the ribbon softly between his fingers as he crafted a image perfect for the satin red ribbon. The dream held everything that was soft and comforting about the touch of satin upon the skin. He felt no need to craft vivid images, instead relying upon the soft caress of touch and the feeling of calm and comfort it brought.


With nearly a week-worth of nights spent upon the task, he felt the craft was where it needed to be. It had taken five nights get the dream to the shape that he wanted it to be, but he felt a certain comfort in the finished result, a potent healing dream.

  Dreamweaving=15sux/5days

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-09-24 17:00:40		Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		8, 7, 2, 3, 8, 9, 10, 4, 5, 10, 2		5 successes
2014-09-24 17:00:20		Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		1, 1, 3, 3, 4, 9, 7, 6, 6		1 success
2014-09-24 17:00:01		Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		9, 9, 6, 9, 1, 8, 3, 1, 1		4 successes
2014-09-24 16:59:44		Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		2, 9, 6, 2, 10, 6, 8, 7, 3, 10, 6		4 successes
2014-09-24 16:59:24		Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		10, 4, 4, 7, 6, 7, 5, 3, 6, 2		1 success

[Whisper]

Maredrauga felt reluctance about doing it with something that had the tendency to change hands so much. Yet there was no malice to what he was doing, if it had been to craft a nightmare, he would have found something exchanged less. With the Fair around the corner, and nothing but the clothes on his back, he had to make due with what he could find.

The penny was old and faded, carrying a green verdigris to it from when pennies were still made from copper. Some objects were easy to build upon, yet Maredrauga wasn't sure what direction to go with the simple penny. He had spent more than a few nights thinking about it until one night it came to him in a unassuming way. His stomach grumbled, yet he knew he did not have a dollar in his pocket. Certain things in life were easy to take for granted, but without a dime in your pocket, everything was sacred.

It was simple enough, a dream with the certainty of being able to manage without worrying about the costs. It shifted through the hierarchy of needs; food, clothing, and shelter. Starting with a fulfilling meal, to shifting all of the sudden to a shopping mall, and ending up with a relaxing bed at a hotel. Each and every time, a simple penny sufficed for payment. There was nothing strange about the payment, either...it was as if everything cost the penny that was always in your pocket.

It had taken him a while to craft, but he finished the details out over almost a week.

  Dreamweaving=12sux/6 Nights

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-09-30 22:56:05		Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		7, 4, 3, 9, 3, 7, 8, 10, 4, 2		3 successes
2014-09-30 22:55:43		Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		1, 2, 4, 4, 7, 5, 5, 8, 3		1 success
2014-09-30 22:55:17		Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		5, 3, 6, 2, 8, 4, 8, 5, 5		2 successes
2014-09-30 22:54:50		Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		3, 3, 8, 5, 3, 10, 4, 4, 4, 7		2 successes
2014-09-30 22:54:30		Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		9, 2, 5, 3, 5, 1, 9, 1, 4		2 successes
2014-09-30 22:54:11		Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		8, 6, 6, 1, 3, 2, 9, 2, 1		2 successes

[Whisper]

The last of the three objects Maredrauga intended to bring to the Fallen Fair was just as unassuming as the other two. It was a simple pamphlet for a spa, that was handed to him as he walked down the streets one night. At first, Maredrauga was just going to ball it up and toss it into the closest trash can, but curiosity took its hold.

The cover was simple enough, a woman with her eyes closed and a smile on her face with hands pressed to her back. It was that image that drew the idea out and the material within helped fuel his imagination for what a trip to a spa should be. There was a fundamental problem, though...he had never been to a spa, which caused a kink in his creativity.

The first nights work was to no avail, as he spent most of the nights effort trying to figure out a framework. In the end, he knew it didn't matter whether he had experience or not, as long as he could grasp the relaxation and comfort.

The dream started simply enough, face down upon a table with not a care in the world. It was as if you were already in the midst of a massage with no worries of how your had gotten there. The warmth and pressure of the hands upon the back, kneading out tender muscles felt soothing and relaxing, drawing a person away from all that was around them to the simple sensation.

While at first he wasn't sure of himself in the endeavor, he quickly found a footing crafting another mastery to barter with at the Fallen Fair. It helped remind him that experience paled in comparison to creativity, and that was exactly what the stuff of dreams was made out of.

  Dreamweaving(Healing)=15sux/6nights

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-10-01 18:59:40		[04] Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		7, 6, 4, 10, 9, 8, 3, 5, 3, 4		3 successes
2014-10-01 18:59:40		[03] Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		5, 7, 4, 10, 7, 5, 9, 7, 8, 2		3 successes
2014-10-01 18:59:40		[02] Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		2, 5, 3, 6, 9, 2, 4, 4, 4		1 success
2014-10-01 18:59:40		[01] Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		6, 3, 1, 1, 7, 4, 3, 9, 5		1 success
2014-10-01 18:58:55		Maredrauga rolls 1 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		10, 10, 3		2 successes
2014-10-01 18:49:58		Maredrauga rolls 8 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		8, 8, 8, 9, 2, 10, 4, 1, 1		5 successes
2014-10-01 18:49:33		Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweaving (10 Again)		3, 7, 1, 5, 3, 3, 7, 6, 4		failure

[Whisper]

"Do I know you?" Abigale mind had been elsewhere, in a distant memory. She did not see the young man come in and settle down in a chair by her bed side. Seemingly forgotten, rarely did she have visitors in the Assisted Living Facility.

"It is me grandma. Aiden." Maredrauga said softly, with a even softer touch upon her arm.

"Aiden?" Abigale tried her best to recall, but everything was so disconnected and hazy.

"You need your rest Grandma." Maredrauga patted her arm softly. "I will watch over you and I promise to God that your dreams will be as sweet as real life. That is all I need." A gentile smile traced his lips as she slowly nodded sealing the binding.

Maredrauga rose from his chair, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Sleep well...I will see you soon."

[Whisper]

Maredrauga tapped a finger softly upon the crush-proof pack of Marlboro Reds. Rarely had another stepped into his dreams and inner-workings and with the task laid before him he was going to host an unknown number. He had his trepidations about the task, but part of him held curiosity over the implications of success.

Maredrauga wasn't going to go in half-cocked, though, and decided to build the landscape he was going to invite them into. It was all woven into a half-smoked pack of Reds. This wasn't an endeavor he was going to spend a week on, as a night would suffice, nor was this a task he was going to get creative with...

The world was grey and colorless like being stranded in thick fog with no form or feature visible. Above, only darkness and below, only smoke colored fog clinging to and obscuring the ground. The nothingness was a perfect canvas for an aspiring Oneiromancer to paint with...

  Dreamweave - 3 sux/1 Night

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-10-28 12:53:08		Maredrauga rolls 9 to Dreamweave (10 Again)		7, 7, 8, 4, 1, 2, 5, 9, 10, 5		3 successes

[Whisper]

It was the first, of sorts, for Maredrauga. Never before had he tread the dreams of someone who's mind was slipping from their grasp. He had spent many nights watching as the dreamscape randomly disjoints with no rhyme or reason. A passing moment spent beneath a oak tree of a childhood memory to trying to guess the price of a seadoo in front of a large audience on a television show. There was no solidarity at all...

After some time watching, waiting, and learning...it was time to add a touch of stability to it all...

The day was as hot as she could remember, though beneath the shade of the oak it was bearable. She grabbed the rope as she lifted up her petite weight, sliding into the tire. She inched and scooted until she found comfort and then began to shift her weight. First she leaned back until the tire stalled and then she threw her weight forward. Slowly she built momentum as a smile grew larger on her face.

She never knew he was even there...

[Whisper]

Maredrauga sat in a wooden seat with beige cushions watching some landscape design show on HGTV. Next to him, an elderly woman laid in bed noticed a stranger in her room

“Who are you?” The woman crooned with suspicion

“It’s Aiden, Grandma.” Maredrauga replied, though his eyes never left the television. Still his attention was firmly rooted on the question. Eighth time she has asked… His eyes shifted to the digital clock. In two hours…

It was strange that she hadn’t improved in the least, but what did he really expect? It had been over a month of bringing solidarity to her fractured dreamscape, yet it was still broken and she had no improvement in her mental faculties in her waking moments.

Maredrauga rhythmically tapped his finger upon his knee as he considered his options. Dementia was new terrain, and while he couldn’t stop trying to make improvements, maybe he could let it play out for a bit longer to see if he could learn something. He knew she would fall asleep soon, she normally did around this time…