(for the new people) NOT ALL ENTRIES ARE TAKEN TO THE POLL. (the selection is based on technical quality criteria) ENTRIES NOT POLLED WILL RECEIVE C&C (i really try to do this every time) IT IS A DIFFICULT PROCESS - MISTAKES CAN BE MADE I am trying to set this as a professional demand. I act as the client...
Oblio is always looking for feedback - If Oblio is wrong - tell him so.
sory for the delay.
i went fast trough selecting the finalists... my apologies if i made huge mistakes.
I will try to C&C al lthe non polled entries.. in the days to come. Rabbits are... attacking now...
congrats to the winner: Jdillon
Last edited by Oblio; September 25th, 2006 at 05:15 AM.
Behold the Mura-Yha, Caretaker of the Dreamtime and Keeper of Dreams. Eons ago, humanity lived in both worlds, Worldtime and Dreamtime, in equal balance. The Mura-Yha did not exist then, for it was not needed. Then came personal fortune, then selfishness and jealousy, then hate and war. Preoccupied with the material world and its temptations and corruptions, mankind abandoned and forgot the Dreamtime. Cut off from the source of its substance, human wisdom and passion, the Dreamtime began to decay. And so the Powers of the Dreamtime created the Mura-Yha to cultivate the dreaming of dreams among humanity, so that the Dreamtime would not vanish.
The Mura-Yha is both the Giver and the Taker of Dreams. Its presence in the luminous cloud of a sleeping mind inspires dreams and encourages them to grow rich and vivid. It basks in the light of the swirling imaginings, then when sleep subsides and the human begins to wake, the Mura-Yha takes the very dreams it had fostered and uses them to nourish the fabric of the Dreamtime. This is why we only rarely remember our dreams after we wake-the Mura Yha takes them. One shouldn't be surprised that the Mura-Yha is responsible for the dream-taking of all mankind. The nature of the timeflow in the Dreamtime makes this perfectly plausible.
The Mura-Yha has seen the Dreamtime through some trying times, and it carries the evidence of its struggle on its very skin. Its once opalescent hide is faded and pockmarked from the corruption of evil thoughts and dreams, its delicate wings punched with holes from thoughts of aggression and hatred. What was once a lithe, proud entity is now lumpy and sad. But still it goes on. The Dreamtime, though it thrived in recent ages of enlightenment and innovation, is fading once again as the world grows dark with fear and hate. There is not enough energy to spare to create another Mura-Yha, or even to heal this one. So, all of you, open your minds and free your imaginations, and above all get plenty of sleep! The fate of the Dreamtime, and the world, depends on it.
I'm trying to reflect the old-fashioned cel-shaded animation frames in this one. It will hopefully evoke a bit of dreamy nostalgia in everyone, which means that this particular type of dreamcatcher has done his job well
Here is my final:
There are many different types of dreams, and there are just as many different types of Dreamcatchers, each who specialize ni catching that one particular type of dream. Lou is the embodiment of happiness, and is the Dreamcatcher for all of your happy sleeps. His sole purpose is to make sure that he catches each and every one of your happy dreams with his magic net, and keep them safe in his trusty purse until the time that you are ready to wake. When he sees you stirring about, Lou releases the dream once again so that when you finally do open your eyes you will be able to remember what made your dream so special.
Edit (Description): A man who trained his skill of telepathy his entire life. After becoming a POW, he was imprisoned and his miraculous gift was taken advantage of by the enemy's army. A large black metallic piece of machinery was surgically attached to his head. The machine enhanced his telepathy and allowed him to search deeper into the subconscious and even the dreams of the living and the dead. At a time where dreams were seen as prophecies, he became an invaluable asset to the world, but for all the wrong reasons. The dreams and thoughts that he is forced to invade are forwarded via telepathy to his captors.
Feathers were used to copy what his hair looked like. Yarn was wrapped into a hoop, to imitate what was done with his hands. That strange man, standing in the field at night, telling us our dreams. He returns after every hunting season.
Here comes that mad lady, pushing his cart full of shiny little pieces of trash. Mumbling to herself, full of nervous ticks. Some people say she came from Haiti with the last load of slaves for the Coffee plantations, and she's very, very old. But others disagree. She is a very young and beautiful woman pushing a cart full of fresh fruits and flowers, or a witch whispering curses and malevolences to the ones crossing her path; or maybe Columbia herself, spreading joy and fortune to all nations. She passes by and talks to you, with a raspy cavernous voice so soft it could carve sea reefs into polished jade: "Spare some dreams?"
For the ones strong or selfish enough to refuse, she politely and warmly thanks, cursing their future generations with a black spit that burns the concrete. For the ones with a good heart or not quick enough to think of an excuse not to spare a share of their dreams, she gives a small piece of paper with the most beautiful Haiku ever written, but that will mean nothing for them. Because the paper is blank. or maybe their minds are.
"A dream come true". We humans always have many dreams. The thing we don't know is that a dream can escape our mind and become reality. We would have been destroyed by our dreams long ago if she wasn't here...
Sindy, 2006 years old, a girl always carrying two white sugar tenons. She uses it to catch every dream that breaks through our mind. When you watch the tenons closely, you can see all kind of dreams in it. Beautiful.
How can such a creature exist? Well, the fact is, very sadly, Sindy is a dream herself. No one knows where she came from. She's the proof of "a never ending dream".
Samachin was born in Jerusalem 1009 BC under the rule of King David. As an apothecary master he lived a wealthy life and had a wife and two daughters. He also used his renowned skill for mixing sleeping potions - a brew with which he used to drug unsuspecting women, before raping them violently. Such was the taste of Samachin son of Sebotian. Many fell victim to his ceaseless hunger before he was caught at the age of 40. He was instantly convicted (for hideous crimes against the daughters of Israel) and sentenced to death, but managed to escape and headed for Egypt. There the archangel Michael found him, in yet another sordid act, and castrated him swiftly before casting him into the abyss.
Three thousand years later Samachin has gained in strength and mastered the mysteries of the depths. He travels through spheres unheard of and again he haunts the women of the world. No longer able to take them in the flesh he catches them in the Dream-realm and violates them eagerly, through long nights of dreadful nightmare.
(This is an imagined character, and a fictitious story. No sexual, religious or political statements are intended.)
CHOW#40 - The Dreamcatcher
“The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles. wood rots. people, well, they die. but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.”
We all pay for life with death, so everything in between should be free.
CHOW #40, DREAMCATCHER
When a dream leaves the mind of a sleeping person it gets blown by a soft wind towards the land of reality. There is a field of grass between the two worlds and there waits the dreamcatcher, watching over his dream nets. If a dream were to escape to reality it would be a dangerous creature capable of morphing into many things.