A magnificent day for Adventure: Day 223~
So, turns out Sif fought the biggest meanie again... Twice in a row. Probably what made my dreams so weird... Having all the chaos, in dream form.
See, I dreamt of me... I dreamt of when it all began. I remember chasing butterflies, and looking at trees with wide eyes, amazed by how huge they were. I would be overflowing with joy, just to curl up in a nice bit of shade...
I dreamt of Maxwell. We played games, we explored where no person had dared go before... We took turns resting, so we would both remain safe. He would fight off zombies, I would scare of Jigglehs with my ferocious nose-twitchin. It was good... It was simple.
I dreamt of mah Pengy... Always so nervous. Always shy. He had grown in up in that cold place, always running away from something.... Until he met us. And he was safe... He was happy, even if he didn't show it. And, for a moment... He wanted more than just a safe hole to hide in each night. He wanted those fun times to continue.
I dreamt... I dreamt of that night in the snow, paws bleeding, coat torn. The ice cracked in a large hole, Maxwell's screams echoing off the walls... I relived every little detail, but clearer than when I first saw them. And... I saw them fight. I saw... The fight end.
I dreamt of Maxwell again. Still quiet... Still nice. But lonelier now... We knew the safety we had wasn't permanent. We just hoped it would be... I had been forever changed, then. No more butterfly chasing... No more pure white fur. No more marveling at trees, because I had seen things more beautiful... And I had seen things I had tried to forget.
I dreamt of Sif. She never really spoke much, huh? So different back then... She would laugh more, help Maxwell out. She would be braver, and more meek after a defeat. Now she just fights... As if she knows nothing else. But she did, once... She knew the joys of finding new places. The excitement of fighting a new enemy for the first time... She lost that. Too much fighting... Too few places.
I dreamt... Of the Hot Place. I... I saw reality bend. I saw Maxwell crying where nobody could see him... Convincing himself that next time Sif would win. That the battle needed to be fought. Those nightmares... Everyone shared them. Everyone lived them. And... Everyone accepted them. Except me.
I dremt of me again... My eyes never truly looking at anything. I had seen most of it before... Too much of it even. Nothing excited me anymore... I... I just wanted things to be peaceful. I missed when a Jiggleh was scary... I missed that feeling of relief, when we could just lay down and sleep.
And I dreamt of Home-Tree. No more invasions... No more big nasties. It was quiet... Serene. There were still people... But they looked nothing like the ones I know. Home-Tree itself had changed a little... But it was still the same Tree.
... Then I woke up. People jumped, I had been asleep for so long, they thought I wasn't waking up again. Everything was... Clearer. I knew that the next time I fall asleep, I wouldn't be getting up any time soon... So I got up. And I looked around.
Sif had upgraded her Armour again, in my absence... The Tree-Dwellers argued about changing the statue. They decided not too... Too late now. Sif Also made a Hammaxe as well... Looked cool.
Then, she had gone out to start the fights over again. Dunno why I didn't dream of the other places again... The fights were almost exactly like last time. Sif has gotten pretty good, after all.
She is coming back from the last Pillar now... This will be interesting, now that I am awake.