#dreamsequence

[ottooh]

loml cover rainy day in the car probably sound tracking demand avoidance

[annegart]

We are excited that NEW TEST 123 received HONOURABLE MENTION in the UK! Thank you Realtime International Film Festival (RTF) team for celebrating diversity in film! https://filmfreeway.com/REALTIMEFILMFESTIVAL More about NEW TEST 123: https://www.annegart.com/flammable-formula Support our films: https://www.patreon.com/annegart

[criticfilm]

10 Signature Elements of Ingmar Bergman’s Filmmaking Style!

[polkadotmotmot]

Fritz Bornstück - Little Otis (Dreamsequence III), 2023

[turtlesocksv2]

4 Minutes Ep 2 Liveblogging

ok i'm not even going to look at my dash, i am going straight into this. I have been home for all of 10 minutes but I cannot wait.

oh somebody just got their ass beat Cain and Abel style.

So her son committed suicide because of gambling debts. We know who's running an online gambling operation. I see the dots, I am starting to connect them. also LMFAO at Tyme he does NOT know how to deal with patients it looked like it was physically painful for him while she was talking and he was trying to figure out what the fuck to say/do. and in the end, he does the least. Take these pills and tomorrow there will be another, DIFFERENT doctor who is NOT ME that you can tell this to.

Even the nurses gossip about how intimidating and cold he is. Very interested in Tyme's doctor ex-girlfriend just from that throwaway. Girl, do not drop out of your specialty over a boy!!!

Heyyyy it's my other boy Mio! I hope he gets to be unhinged here as well. And lmao at Title being an Awful Boyfriend Jet is really getting typecast as The Worst Dude. Ohohoho, sneaky sneaky with the phone recording, good job Dome!!!

god this flashback/dreamsequence/thinking about his powers scene is so visually interesting. i love it.

Title, your girlfriend is missing and people are suspecting you are involved maybe don't have a dance party in your car??? waiting for your bestie to help cover it up??? he fucking is keeping her locked up until she won't break up with him anymore oh my god. Jet really DOES play The Worst Dude every time. Great, you could stand to be a little more concerned your friend is a kidnapper here, this is why the goddess of time is telling you to experience character growth and be a doper person.

AND NOW TITLE HAS DOME IN THE TRUNK OF HIS CAR POSSIBLY DYING. THIS MAN JUST CAN'T STOP.

good on Great for kicking Title's ass and taking Dome to the hospital.

Lmao at Tyme fixing his hair and tucking in his scrub top before seeing Great as a patient. the nurse calling him out about it without saying anything is Peak Comedy. this fucking loser.

Tyme, Great is in no condition to be dealing with a Hot Doctor who is Looming like that. he has a head injury! the way Tyme just gets all up in his space...I am losing my goddamn shit at the heartbeat sound effect going on while Tyme is inspecting the wound. God this conversation is excruciating in the best way Tyme is down so bad it's hilarious.

Oooooh, JJay is a cop. Oh that's going to be delicious when we get KornTonklaWin drama from it.

Oh, is Tonkla Title's brother? that's interesting. Win has much better bedside manner/victim comforting than Tyme does. Korn's brother killing Tonkla's brother...the drama.

Oh but now we're getting a confrontation between Great and Title...hallucination? was the dead body not Title? anyway, the ticking clock effect works very well here. love these little audio touches that add so much.

Tyme here to save the day! so Title is indeed alive unless Sammon's getting Real Weird With It which I would respect. Once again, it is physically painful for Tyme to express human emotions "I was just worried" ok stalker. he's such a fucking disaster.

Nepo Baby Kitty returns!!! so fluffy, so majestic, would cuddle and feed sponsored treats.

uh-oh system crash at the illegal gambling operation is probably not great!

oof, Korn, just don't answer at all. no wonder Tonkla's gonna leave your ass for the hot cop.

the cello players are really insane, actually. This mafia uncle has flair, I like it.

I've only known Fasai for 2 minutes and I love her already. Mafia Queen!

...Is Bas going to be Ass Out every episode? Because I'm not complaining, love that for him.

Poor Tonkla, waiting desperately for his Ain't Shit boyfriend/sugar daddy/whatever to call him. But wait, what's this? Hot Cop Win is at the door? Sammon always delivers the "ACAB...except for this one Hot Cop that is only half a bastard." be grateful that Tonkla isn't breaking into your car to steal evidence and do his own investigation, Win!

[dankalbumart]

Dreamsequence 3 - The Collective by Blake Baxter Tresor 2001 House / Techno

[tjreidwrites]

I read a passage from a dream sequence in my work in progress over a jam session @Holiday Tees and I had because why not?

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[devilscreekballad]

Should I actually add in more dreamsequences with riddles?

[roughentumble]

i feel like also the beginning of the first episode was a little long. something in how it was cut made it feel more like a trailer than an extended dreamsequence+foreshadowing, which is an unfortunate first impression for a show that had a lot riding against it and needed to lead with its strongest poosible foot

but on the other hand, i really liked the practical effects for the melting elephant face at the start of episode 2! so it definitely does have good parts! i dont want to sound down on something im enjoying, its just easier to point out the little quibbles

[annegart]

We are delighted TESTING STATION received OFFICIAL SELECTION and will be screened in Italy in Spring next year. Thank you Cinema Carnival Film Festival team for celebrating arthouse genre! https://filmfreeway.com/Cinemacarnival More about TESTING STATION: https://www.annegart.com/fireexit Support our films: https://www.patreon.com/annegart

[splittheirspines]

dreamsequence

"And again," he says to me, because I am the only one listening.

"truth is the apple," and he points to it.

grinds his groin to the wind.

christens me with the overripe fruit.

I eat it.

I eat it and juice dribbles down my chin.

"and again," he says

I eat until I am filled.

or broken.

or both.

- niko amka

[indefatigablepaths]

Switch-DreamSequence(freestyle)

I am so bored

I don't pretend that

[serephinastardust]

Dreamsequence chapter for Eystria

Finding herself in an etheral plane, she has no memory of why she is here or what she was doing. Unsure if alive, dead, or dreaming, what will she do now?

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I found myself in a realm of ethereal twilight. I wasn’t sure how I got here and honestly; I didn’t even remember what it was I doing. So, I observed my surroundings, trying to get stock of my situation. If I was dreaming, this was a pretty fucking hard core lucid dream, one I never experienced before. I noted that the air seemed to crackle around me with energy, and the beneath my feet pulsed an unseen power. And looking at my feet, I realized the ground looked like my surroundings, so I really had no idea if I was standing or floating here.

As I took a few more minutes to observe myself and my surroundings, I slowly came to hear echoes of the ritual still resonating within me, intertwining with the whispers of ancient promises. I felt like my choice to slightly alter the ritual was a good one. One minor, completely harmless ritual, for the ability to obtain knowledge faster? I couldn’t fathom there would be a downside.

With my confidence confirmed, I decided to explore this ethereal twilight a bit. I couldn’t see anything worthy of note, and I needed to know why I was here and how to get back to the library. I really wanted to delve into those books. What felt like forever and no time at all, a tapestry of stars unfurled itself before me. For a moment I felt small beneath it, but the echoes of my ritual spurred me on and made that feeling quickly disappear.

“What are you?” I said out loud knowing no response would come. I could see all the constellations of my world on the tapestry, woven in an infinite number of combinations, like trying to tell a story. And I was no tapestry weaver, but it almost looked like it was still weaving as I analyzed it. Are those new constellations being woven? I was dumbfounded, were new constellations forming above my world?

Slowly observing old and new constellations alike, I could vaguely make out a telling of a tale of cosmic mysteries from them. Each individual star whispered secrets, their voices both seductive and menacing. There was promise of power beyond measure, the ability to rewrite fate, to reclaim what I had lost. The ethereal twilight, wrapped around me, slowly becoming pure darkness while I wasn’t paying attention. It was both comforting and suffocating at the same time.  

In the distance, figures began to emerge from the obsidian shadows. My family, their forms luminous yet translucent, walked toward me with smiles that held both love and sorrow. Their voices reached me like distant echoes, their words a haunting melody. It took all my strength not to break down, I missed them oh so much.

“Elystria,” [Insert name] voice murmured, a whisper of wind through the ancient tress. “You need power to bring us back, to reunite our souls.”

With that sentence, a feeling of wrongness crept over me, if felt wrong. I was fairly confident it was something they wouldn’t say. Did I miss hear, then again it’s not like this was something we ever discussed. Do I even have a right to doubt them, considering I was the one that unfairly ended their lives? If only I could tell if this was dream or hallucination.

“What’s the cost mother?”, my girls said in unison, harmonizing like a choir, resonating in my ears. “Mother, the path you tread is perilous. What would you sacrifice for us? Everything?”

The stars overhead began to flicker, their lights dimming as if in warning. The promises of power intertwined with the many doubts that clawed at my heart. I reached out, my fingers brushing the translucent forms of my loved ones, their presence both tangible and intangible.

“We are always with you,” [insert name] voice echoes, a bittersweet melody that wrapped around my very soul. “We go where you go. We will support whatever decisions you make. We won’t judge. We never judge. My Star, my shadow, my dreamer, just remember, the darkness you are looking to embrace may consume not only you but also the very essence of who we were.”

Darkness? What darkness? I take a moment to look around at the ethereal twilight, trying to see what they see, but don’t. My surroundings started to waver now as I’m wondering about this darkness. Reality and illusion blending into an enigmatic dance, my very being, being torn between the allure of promises and warnings of my beloved family. The power I sought was getting closer to my reach, yet I was reminded of the price that hung heavy in the air. One I didn’t want to think about.

It was a reminder of the precarious balance between ambition and sacrifice. Slowly, everything faded, including my family, their words still echoing my mind. I awoke with a gasp, my heart pounding with a mixture of awe and dread.

So, it was a dream. I sigh in relief, and start to check where I am. Which was still in the same place I did the ritual. Even though echoes of my dream lingered, I felt some sort of conflict within.

Why do I feel this way over a dream? What even was that dream? Did something important happen? More self reflection for a time later I suppose.

I groan as I sit up, cold floor under my stomach making me shiver. I take a moment and try to recall what exactly it was that caused me to pass out. When it suddenly clicks, I take a moment to check the symbols on my body. I don’t see anything different about my body, no symbols, no blood, nothing but near flawless skin staring at me.

I suppose it’s a good thing that even I can’t see the symbols. I would probably always be distracted by them when talking to others, and if others saw them… I shrug, those things are better revealed in the future when I have enough power.

I pulled back on my clothes and put away my dagger and ink. I wonder if anyone here at library felt my ritual? I suppose if someone did, they would have already been here. I highly doubt I was unconscious for less than a second. I had to have been unconscious for multiple minutes, if not hours, right? Regardless I need to figure out how to activate the symbols so I can go about the rest of my business.

I walk over to the book I set on the table, and as soon as I touch it, I notice symbols light up on me, and knowledge pours in. I had originally thought I had finished this book with that learning about that last ritual but now, everything I missed or overlooked the first read through, is sifted, and organized into my mind. Like I had been researching this for decades.

Shell shocked doesn’t do justice to the state I’m in. But now I know how to work my symbols. I can utilize my symbols both verbally and mentally. That’s good. I nod at the inconspicuous nature of the ritual.  And I specify what books I absorb…. Hmmm…. Interesting. I guess I don’t have to worry about those trashy romance novels trying to clog up my brain.

I chuckle a little, I’m glad I can specify what knowledge I’m in search for. Too bad I’ll have to experiment with how much knowledge I can take in at one time. I would hypothesize that if I tried to take in a whole library, I would run a high possibility of dying on the spot.

On that morbid thought, I try to get a read on how many books are in the room. I also briefly wonder if any of the symbols to bring me to books I seek. Taking a deep breath, I decided this room can’t be as big as the library outside. It’s big but I can at least see all levels and walls, whereas I couldn’t easily do that outside.

Absorb all books in this room.

With that thought all the symbols on my body light up so bright I’m forced to close my eyes. I pray I still have my vision after this, but I know I need to get out of here soon before someone figures out what I’m doing. And then pain hits my head like a meteor, but I will myself to not pass out. I could pass out when I was safe again.

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I found myself trying to shove onto Elystria, between dreaming, confusion, and lots of unintentional pain. I'm certain there are some area's I can shorten, or change all together. On another note, for all these ancient tomes shes' absorbing, will Elystria find more on the Convergence, or will she have to go searching elsewhere. And what about Dr. Marlowe and the Institute of Paranormal research, what do they want with her research. Is it strange that Elystria didn't notice the darkness even though her partner litterally told her she's all wrapped up in it. What will Elystria do now?

[wingsfromwhere]

Yall remember 2016?

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