DisClaimer: I do not own Escaflowne or any of the people in it.
This story is based more on the movie of Escaflowne rather than the series.
Some of the countries and cities are the same as the series.
Please enjoy.
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Chapter 1: The beginning
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I woke up in a sweat again. Everytime i close my eyes to go to sleep, HE is there. It has been happening now for about three weeks. The same dream sequence.........
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Before i explain the dreams, let me tell you a little bit about me. My name is Bayllona DeMarko ( BAY-LAWN-UH, DEE-MARK-O ). I am twenty-five years old. Shoulder length, light brown hair, green eyes, 5'9", about 120 pounds,and I live alone in a penthouse apartment. With a normal routine everyday. I AM a creature of habit. I don't do anything riskay or daring. You could say...... i don't really live. I lack the courage or guts to live life on the edge.
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So here we are back to the dream. I close my eyes to go to sleep, i think to myself " Will it happen again? " or will this dream be different.
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At first, when i enter this dream i am back in the King Arthur times. I look up and see a castle. I guess i am supposed to be a lady of this time,
Because I am wearing a petticoat and a strange dress. As i stand there, the day becomes night in a second. I begin running into the forest, having no idea why i am running, it just happens. Everytime. The only light, comes from the moon, which is clearly shown through the trees. I am running very fast. I turn around for a moment and there is a man behind me. He looks and acts as though he is military. He draws his sword as we run. This goes on for several minutes. I have no idea who he is, or why i am here in this place. My brain is on overtime, i want to stop and confront him but my body runs on. I have very little control. I can hear him yell something, but the words escape me. Then i wake up........
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Every night for almost three weeks this goes on. I spend my days at work in my office daydreaming, trying to understand the dream. I pick it apart again at night, when i get home. Needless to say i get very little done. This isn't like me. I have no life, as a matter of fact i go through the motions, and am very happy in doing so. So here i am faced with this puzzling situation.
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Does the man know who i am? Is he chasing me? Is he running away from something? Is he simply following me? Or are we running together not realizing each other is there. The more i pick it apart, the less answers i have. I focus on my emotions. How i feel in the dream. I guess you can say i am studying myself. I don't really know. I don't feel scared, happy, sad, or anything else. I want to take control of my dream, but how?
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I have decided after all of this, i would seek a theropist, Maybe if i am hypnotized i can get real answers........ Now the story really begins........
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I go to a highly recommended doctor and request the session be taped. Then i could listen to it and maybe figure this out. It is going on 4 weeks now and the dreams are constant, very little changes in them.
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" So if i understand you correctly, you want to tape this session in order to understand your recurring dream?" he said. " Yes " i replied. " Then let us begin " he stated. He turned on the tape recorder and said into it. " Session 1. Close your eyes and think of the beach. Waves crashing on the sand. The wind... calm and soothing. Picture yourself on a boat not far from that shore. Slowly rocking back and forth...... Your eyes are closed and your laying in the boat feeling every ripple of water. Calming you to sleep."..............
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" Now lets begin with your dream. I want you to describe everything including your emotions " he said softly.
" I am standing next to a fruit tree looking upon a big castle. The air is warm and the skies clear. I am at the base of a very dark forest. I feel a sense of urgency when i look into it. I am wearing a dress suited for sixteen century. It is dark green in color and the lace is ripped on the bottom. I get the urge to run into the forest. The castle feels dangerous somehow. The day turns to night and i am now running. I cannot stop my legs, they want something other than what my brain wants to do. A man is behind me. He is wearing a uniform of some kind. I don't know who he is or what he is doing there. I can see him clearly in the moonlight though. He draws his sword and yells something behind me. I can't make out what he said. I try to stop, fall over, slow down, but nothing works. He and i are just running. Then nothing. Everything is black. Dream over. " i say sleepily.
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I left his office with the tape in hand. I listened to it in his office, and everything is still a mystery. I have nothing new to help me understand. Maybe it is nothing. I can't help but feel that it is much more than a dream.
I decided not to go back to my office. I took the day off of work and now had
plenty of time to spare. I never took days off, and never got sick. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happens to me. Until now. Maybe this is why i focus so much on this dream. Nothing ever happens to me. I am a blender with life. I blend in so much, that if i were to ever die or leave; no one would notice much. Taking a walk in the park, to sooth my nerves seems like a great idea. All the kids are in school now so there are not many people around. I sit on the bench closest to the central sandbox. A few people run by with dogs. A man came and sat down next to me. I look over at him. He looks familair to me, he must have one of those faces. I smile at him just as he turns to look at me. I never expected a look of shock or terror on his face. He turned white and stared at me as though i was the plague. " Are you okay sir "? i blurted out. He said nothing. Frozen. Staring into my eyes. " Can i get you some water or something "? I said concerned. Still he did not move. I went to put my hand on his shoulder, but he flinched. I have never had any effect on someone until now. This was not good. A large pit in my stomach began to form. Butterflies. Very excited ones at that. My cheeks flushed. I could not help but think my dreams had something to do with this. Maybe this was an unrelated incident, maybe not. The man stood up and shook out his overcoat. Color was in his face again. He simply looked at me sitting there and said " My apologies, excuse me " then he ran away very fast,. I considered that it may have been mistaken identity. If so, then why would a man in an armani suit, in the summer, run away in wing tip shoes? In an overcoat no less. I had no one to turn to. I had no real friends, no more living family, and no one i talked to. It struck me at that moment how truly alone i was.
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I shrouded myself in routine and organization. Events don't happen to me.
And now i was faced with some preplexing circumstances, and no one to talk to but my overactive imagination. I was not sure if i was making something out of nothing. I felt a little scared. I did not want to go to sleep tonight. I stayed up as long as possible. Laying there in my bed, in the dark, staring at the ceiling. Counting the tiles again. As usual.... Eventually i fell asleep and had THE DREAM. I was coming apart at the seams. I fought the urge to run in to the forest, but ended up doing it anyway. I fought with everything in me, to stop running, and nothing worked. This time i heard a voice, it was coming out of my mouth though.... I said " You can never catch me because i am not really here. So run after me all you like General, you will never reach me. " Now why the hell did i say that? I sounded so delighted in tormenting the man behind me. Which made him angrier. I could hear him speak now as well. His words were: " You must come back now Eva. It is not safe out here. " He drew his sword and after those minutes of running the dream ended. I woke up. So damn confused and afraid of myself... Who was i in this place? My head hurt. I wanted to sleep. I longed for a night filled with no dreams. Was i going mad? Or was i crazy all along..............
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This story is based more on the movie of Escaflowne rather than the series.
Some of the countries and cities are the same as the series.
Please enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 1: The beginning
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I woke up in a sweat again. Everytime i close my eyes to go to sleep, HE is there. It has been happening now for about three weeks. The same dream sequence.........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Before i explain the dreams, let me tell you a little bit about me. My name is Bayllona DeMarko ( BAY-LAWN-UH, DEE-MARK-O ). I am twenty-five years old. Shoulder length, light brown hair, green eyes, 5'9", about 120 pounds,and I live alone in a penthouse apartment. With a normal routine everyday. I AM a creature of habit. I don't do anything riskay or daring. You could say...... i don't really live. I lack the courage or guts to live life on the edge.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So here we are back to the dream. I close my eyes to go to sleep, i think to myself " Will it happen again? " or will this dream be different.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At first, when i enter this dream i am back in the King Arthur times. I look up and see a castle. I guess i am supposed to be a lady of this time,
Because I am wearing a petticoat and a strange dress. As i stand there, the day becomes night in a second. I begin running into the forest, having no idea why i am running, it just happens. Everytime. The only light, comes from the moon, which is clearly shown through the trees. I am running very fast. I turn around for a moment and there is a man behind me. He looks and acts as though he is military. He draws his sword as we run. This goes on for several minutes. I have no idea who he is, or why i am here in this place. My brain is on overtime, i want to stop and confront him but my body runs on. I have very little control. I can hear him yell something, but the words escape me. Then i wake up........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Every night for almost three weeks this goes on. I spend my days at work in my office daydreaming, trying to understand the dream. I pick it apart again at night, when i get home. Needless to say i get very little done. This isn't like me. I have no life, as a matter of fact i go through the motions, and am very happy in doing so. So here i am faced with this puzzling situation.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Does the man know who i am? Is he chasing me? Is he running away from something? Is he simply following me? Or are we running together not realizing each other is there. The more i pick it apart, the less answers i have. I focus on my emotions. How i feel in the dream. I guess you can say i am studying myself. I don't really know. I don't feel scared, happy, sad, or anything else. I want to take control of my dream, but how?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I have decided after all of this, i would seek a theropist, Maybe if i am hypnotized i can get real answers........ Now the story really begins........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I go to a highly recommended doctor and request the session be taped. Then i could listen to it and maybe figure this out. It is going on 4 weeks now and the dreams are constant, very little changes in them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
" So if i understand you correctly, you want to tape this session in order to understand your recurring dream?" he said. " Yes " i replied. " Then let us begin " he stated. He turned on the tape recorder and said into it. " Session 1. Close your eyes and think of the beach. Waves crashing on the sand. The wind... calm and soothing. Picture yourself on a boat not far from that shore. Slowly rocking back and forth...... Your eyes are closed and your laying in the boat feeling every ripple of water. Calming you to sleep."..............
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
" Now lets begin with your dream. I want you to describe everything including your emotions " he said softly.
" I am standing next to a fruit tree looking upon a big castle. The air is warm and the skies clear. I am at the base of a very dark forest. I feel a sense of urgency when i look into it. I am wearing a dress suited for sixteen century. It is dark green in color and the lace is ripped on the bottom. I get the urge to run into the forest. The castle feels dangerous somehow. The day turns to night and i am now running. I cannot stop my legs, they want something other than what my brain wants to do. A man is behind me. He is wearing a uniform of some kind. I don't know who he is or what he is doing there. I can see him clearly in the moonlight though. He draws his sword and yells something behind me. I can't make out what he said. I try to stop, fall over, slow down, but nothing works. He and i are just running. Then nothing. Everything is black. Dream over. " i say sleepily.
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I left his office with the tape in hand. I listened to it in his office, and everything is still a mystery. I have nothing new to help me understand. Maybe it is nothing. I can't help but feel that it is much more than a dream.
I decided not to go back to my office. I took the day off of work and now had
plenty of time to spare. I never took days off, and never got sick. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happens to me. Until now. Maybe this is why i focus so much on this dream. Nothing ever happens to me. I am a blender with life. I blend in so much, that if i were to ever die or leave; no one would notice much. Taking a walk in the park, to sooth my nerves seems like a great idea. All the kids are in school now so there are not many people around. I sit on the bench closest to the central sandbox. A few people run by with dogs. A man came and sat down next to me. I look over at him. He looks familair to me, he must have one of those faces. I smile at him just as he turns to look at me. I never expected a look of shock or terror on his face. He turned white and stared at me as though i was the plague. " Are you okay sir "? i blurted out. He said nothing. Frozen. Staring into my eyes. " Can i get you some water or something "? I said concerned. Still he did not move. I went to put my hand on his shoulder, but he flinched. I have never had any effect on someone until now. This was not good. A large pit in my stomach began to form. Butterflies. Very excited ones at that. My cheeks flushed. I could not help but think my dreams had something to do with this. Maybe this was an unrelated incident, maybe not. The man stood up and shook out his overcoat. Color was in his face again. He simply looked at me sitting there and said " My apologies, excuse me " then he ran away very fast,. I considered that it may have been mistaken identity. If so, then why would a man in an armani suit, in the summer, run away in wing tip shoes? In an overcoat no less. I had no one to turn to. I had no real friends, no more living family, and no one i talked to. It struck me at that moment how truly alone i was.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I shrouded myself in routine and organization. Events don't happen to me.
And now i was faced with some preplexing circumstances, and no one to talk to but my overactive imagination. I was not sure if i was making something out of nothing. I felt a little scared. I did not want to go to sleep tonight. I stayed up as long as possible. Laying there in my bed, in the dark, staring at the ceiling. Counting the tiles again. As usual.... Eventually i fell asleep and had THE DREAM. I was coming apart at the seams. I fought the urge to run in to the forest, but ended up doing it anyway. I fought with everything in me, to stop running, and nothing worked. This time i heard a voice, it was coming out of my mouth though.... I said " You can never catch me because i am not really here. So run after me all you like General, you will never reach me. " Now why the hell did i say that? I sounded so delighted in tormenting the man behind me. Which made him angrier. I could hear him speak now as well. His words were: " You must come back now Eva. It is not safe out here. " He drew his sword and after those minutes of running the dream ended. I woke up. So damn confused and afraid of myself... Who was i in this place? My head hurt. I wanted to sleep. I longed for a night filled with no dreams. Was i going mad? Or was i crazy all along..............
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