Tuesday, November 23, 2004
The Dream Machine Intro
It's one of those days when I sit idly on a bench and seem to stare off into the sun that has just began to set over a cover of trees. The November rains has made the air tingly for some reason and I know that the holidays are coming up fast. School has been demanding lately and for some reason, I have begun to realize, or perhaps embrace, the way of life I had lived back then and I find myself back to where I was before. To guise amongst a crowd, a familiar face yet not too recognizable. A shadow of a person who isn't really there. Or just a wandering stranger who just happened to cross your path. I remember now how it was to be invisible and savor every moment of it, the quiet stillness and the serenity.
Most would crave attention or at least make themselves noticeable but I learned different and from a friend who I looked up to. You do things not to be noticed but just because that's how you want it because that is the whole point; doing things just to get attention is a child's act; doing things just because it's how you want to do it is remarkable. It's often a life unexplored since we demand so much of each other. And while yes, I do conform to norms, I still find ways to fight the mainstream somehow hence I go on wandering for a place to belong.
These thoughts come rarely, I admit. At often times, I feel as though I shouldn't be thinking of these but I do. I have grown accustomed to it and learned to embrace it because it meant one thing.
I had to write.
As the new sem approaches, new experiences and events are happening once again. Seems like history is catching up to me and yet they revolve around two things, Friends and Family. I have begun making new friends lately in college yet there were those rare occasions when the old circle would meet and on those rare occasions, I saw my story. Inspiration seems to come out best in either times of extreme nostalgia or extreme depression yet this was different altogether because maybe, for the first time, I was inspired by life stories. Yes, my friends have begun to trek their own life's paths and I find it endearing that we still have time to meet and exchange stories and so, I want to write this new story, in honor of our journey and somehow, to look back at the times we once shared.
The story will be in the context of my already written, GHOSTS, and following the first story, I will now venture on into the life of the Dreamer himself. As I received feedback from people, they seem to be intrigued by the Dreamer's personality who was displayed as being enigmatic and cold, I have to admit Dreamer is one of my favorite characters in the story and I couldn't wait to start his story where he was the star. So, following the first story, Syndicate Wars, this will be called the Dream Machine.
I'll get to the details on a latter time but for now, all I can say is it will be centered around the essence of family. Elle, Isaiah and Scion will play crucial roles and with the absence of the story's buttkickers (Richmond and Giovanni), you might ask what can possibly compensate for the action they have provided? It's simple really, Syndicate Wars was just a launching of the story and the succeeding titles will account for the synopsis of the entire series. Each story will layer over one another in depth, Dream Machine will do just that.
Riding the Lightning
5:27 PM
