for those who dont know, BD is the nicname of the guy i like.
this particular event brought the elegants from subconscious to physical
elegants are those like vampires and werewolves. they exist in real life, i believe, but on a subconscious level, meaning its all in the head. i know a few people i refer to as elegants. anyways, here it is.
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had a very strange dream. we were at marching band, and we were in uniform. we were performing when and event happened. most everybody was dazed, i dont exactly remember what happened, but i do remember bright lights, BD standing near me, and pain.
before i knew it, i was in the hospital, BD at my side, his mom waddling in in a panic. they had done a bunch of tests on BD. they knew about elegants at this hospital... anyways, they said hes either gonna be blind or hes an elegant. hes got perfect vision, despite his entire family having glasses (this is entirely true, too)
so hes an elegant. not a common elegant tho... im not quite sure what he was, but im thinking along the lines of half-elegant, demon or warlock (half witch half demon)
i dont know, but i know he was powerful, and he nearly died during the event.
most of the band was in the waiting room. they were being talked to. i learned then and there of about 15-20 other elegants.
then god came. or, you know, an angelic ghost that knew everything. we were trying to sort elegants out from the crowd. i, having a gift, was the one in charge of it all. i seemed to know alot on the subconsious level... i had a very distinct gift and they had no clue what was wrong with me. but i could tell who was elegant and who wasnt. then the ghost showed up. think of a really bright, colorful, rainbow light, moving like liquid in a floating blob that had a voice. i think this one was male, im not sure. but it came and was all like "you are elegant, you must do this and this" to the elegants, and politely excusing the others.
anyways, i offered to grab blood bags from the hospital for a couple vampires, and i promised to help a couple wolves... i learned alot about people, but i allready knew all this stuff from other dreams. the ghost turned to me after it excused the last person to go sit or stand at the edge of the room, and it talked to me. it told me that i am gifted, that i have to do something... that i am one of them. i asked if i was a shapeshifter. it told me no, child, you are not. then it dissapeared. so im like "am i a witch?" to nobody in particular. i knew it was still there. it came back and said i am not.
i felt like it had a question for me, like subconsiously i understood. it asked me what i wanted to be and anything else... i said i wanted to be a shapeshifter, with choice of my shape, and have 2 wishes. it never returned.
anyways, BD was cursed, and he was finally talking to me cause i knew about elegants. everybody was talking to me. BD was also slightly... hurt, like, sick, from the event. he had been coughing and such. i comforted him, but had to help the vampires who were having a little trouble understanding. they were all refusing blood...
so the band recovered that afternoon, and we were in a parade block. martha, the band director, actually said "any last minute blood, drink it now!" and she had to note that no pictures or videos be taken of the band. its a band secret.
worst part? i got passed a carton of blood too and i drank it, and it tasted good. i think i found out who i am or partially am.
later, we got put back in the hospital for monitoring as exercise after an event sometimes brings out more elegants. i was going over to vanessa, the flute instructor, who had called me, when i came across BD. he was coughing a bit. and then he began gagging. and then a worm (no, not the little kind of worm. like, a WORM worm. not an earth worm, just worm. biggest one ive ever seen in this case, few feet long, a couple inches thick...) showed its ugly face. he coughed up the mamoth worm. at this point, i was like "holy s**t. thats one big worm." but seeing as he was my friend, i had to help him. the worm kinda wrapped around his arms and possesed him. he looked straight ahead, unable to talk, while the worm told him what to do without talking. he began to speedwalk down a hall. i followed, asking the worm if it could talk. it croaked "no". there goes that. but, it understands english. that means its been around a while. i ask it what its been doing to BD and such, and eventually take a swing at it with.... an umbrella that appeared in my hand... apparently i was given an umbrella for the sun...
and then my mom decided to call me.
but that would explain alot, if BD was an elegant.
elegants tend to fall for elegants easier... auto attraction.
elegants also help, protect, and are friendlier to eachother.
it would make sense... but as of yet, i have come across no evidence that elegants can physically be elegants.
in todays time its all subconscious. i keep having dreams about elegants...
for instance, i used to call them "differents" cause i refered to the people that felt really weird to be around. like, you feel like you gotta watch your back around them, etc.
then i had a dream in which i got yelled at by an elegant, and got told that they prefer to be reffered to as elegants. and, that this term refers to all who are elegant physically or only on the subconscious level.
in real life, everybody is on the subconscious level.
before i knew it, i was in the hospital, BD at my side, his mom waddling in in a panic. they had done a bunch of tests on BD. they knew about elegants at this hospital... anyways, they said hes either gonna be blind or hes an elegant. hes got perfect vision, despite his entire family having glasses (this is entirely true, too)
so hes an elegant. not a common elegant tho... im not quite sure what he was, but im thinking along the lines of half-elegant, demon or warlock (half witch half demon)
i dont know, but i know he was powerful, and he nearly died during the event.
most of the band was in the waiting room. they were being talked to. i learned then and there of about 15-20 other elegants.
then god came. or, you know, an angelic ghost that knew everything. we were trying to sort elegants out from the crowd. i, having a gift, was the one in charge of it all. i seemed to know alot on the subconsious level... i had a very distinct gift and they had no clue what was wrong with me. but i could tell who was elegant and who wasnt. then the ghost showed up. think of a really bright, colorful, rainbow light, moving like liquid in a floating blob that had a voice. i think this one was male, im not sure. but it came and was all like "you are elegant, you must do this and this" to the elegants, and politely excusing the others.
anyways, i offered to grab blood bags from the hospital for a couple vampires, and i promised to help a couple wolves... i learned alot about people, but i allready knew all this stuff from other dreams. the ghost turned to me after it excused the last person to go sit or stand at the edge of the room, and it talked to me. it told me that i am gifted, that i have to do something... that i am one of them. i asked if i was a shapeshifter. it told me no, child, you are not. then it dissapeared. so im like "am i a witch?" to nobody in particular. i knew it was still there. it came back and said i am not.
i felt like it had a question for me, like subconsiously i understood. it asked me what i wanted to be and anything else... i said i wanted to be a shapeshifter, with choice of my shape, and have 2 wishes. it never returned.
anyways, BD was cursed, and he was finally talking to me cause i knew about elegants. everybody was talking to me. BD was also slightly... hurt, like, sick, from the event. he had been coughing and such. i comforted him, but had to help the vampires who were having a little trouble understanding. they were all refusing blood...
so the band recovered that afternoon, and we were in a parade block. martha, the band director, actually said "any last minute blood, drink it now!" and she had to note that no pictures or videos be taken of the band. its a band secret.
worst part? i got passed a carton of blood too and i drank it, and it tasted good. i think i found out who i am or partially am.
later, we got put back in the hospital for monitoring as exercise after an event sometimes brings out more elegants. i was going over to vanessa, the flute instructor, who had called me, when i came across BD. he was coughing a bit. and then he began gagging. and then a worm (no, not the little kind of worm. like, a WORM worm. not an earth worm, just worm. biggest one ive ever seen in this case, few feet long, a couple inches thick...) showed its ugly face. he coughed up the mamoth worm. at this point, i was like "holy s**t. thats one big worm." but seeing as he was my friend, i had to help him. the worm kinda wrapped around his arms and possesed him. he looked straight ahead, unable to talk, while the worm told him what to do without talking. he began to speedwalk down a hall. i followed, asking the worm if it could talk. it croaked "no". there goes that. but, it understands english. that means its been around a while. i ask it what its been doing to BD and such, and eventually take a swing at it with.... an umbrella that appeared in my hand... apparently i was given an umbrella for the sun...
and then my mom decided to call me.
but that would explain alot, if BD was an elegant.
elegants tend to fall for elegants easier... auto attraction.
elegants also help, protect, and are friendlier to eachother.
it would make sense... but as of yet, i have come across no evidence that elegants can physically be elegants.
in todays time its all subconscious. i keep having dreams about elegants...
for instance, i used to call them "differents" cause i refered to the people that felt really weird to be around. like, you feel like you gotta watch your back around them, etc.
then i had a dream in which i got yelled at by an elegant, and got told that they prefer to be reffered to as elegants. and, that this term refers to all who are elegant physically or only on the subconscious level.
in real life, everybody is on the subconscious level.
