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This dream was mainly adventure. Somewhat Tomb Raider and Uncharted feel of it. The character had many of the physical capabilities as Lara Croft and Drake, so bare with me here. For some reason it had an element of religion to it as well. One scene in particular held my interest because it looked so beautiful! I remember it so well  (even though it's been a month). You might be able to pick it out.

This entry is brought to you by my imagination and the song "Habanera" by Biznet and the Verdi version of "Dies Irae". Believe it or not I listened to those while making this entry. (makes a weird face)

WARNINGS: Some religious aspects, language,

RATING: PG-13

TITLE: Dream Journal Entry 5 Part 1: Habanera

* * *

"Whoever likes the cold are a bunch of nut-sos", thought Ves. The only thing providing warmth at the moment was the engine to her seaplane.

She was given a task by her "guide" to go to this island in the damned coldest, frostbite-ridden part of the planet! The sort of cold that would make a nine-inch dick turn into an inch worm in 5 seconds!

Ves was going to a remote, isolated and wild island between Norway and Greenland, and above Iceland [1]. The only inhabitants where the arctic hares and foxes, occasional polar bears, migratory birds, seals, and walruses. If you were lucky to spot any green, it was in the form of lichens and mosses.

The island itself was nothing but a mountain range. The mountains could have been mistaken for the peaks of icebergs due to their icy appearance and constant layers of snow. It was a trial for her to find a suitable spot to land her Turbo Beaver [2] by a coast. The closest she could find was a 30-foot stretch of shore on the east end.

She has spent 3 days tracking and traversing the island to find that entry point her "guide" told her to find. She had her hunches, suspicions, and a trusted "guide". The only thing that gave her hope was the beautiful aurora lights and the pinkish-orange sunsets in the long twilights and evenings that made the bitter cold bearable.

Ves might have packed lightly, but she came with big packages. She thought to bring enough rations and water for a two week stay. Enough gas to make a trip back to either Iceland, Greenland, or even as far as the UK. She even thought to bring the latest in winter gear that allowed her to go out into the cold for as long as 5 hours—provided she was covered in head to toe. The design was similar to a wetsuit divers used, but damn it's warm! [3] The tent was a single, lightweight, nylon—perfect for this sort of trip. Of course, she couldn't carry all the gear herself—she thought ahead, and got a lightweight snowmobile with a powerful engine ideal for carrying the load she carried. The snowmobile practically sips gas and fit perfectly with the rest of her gear in the back of her seaplane.

By the end of the 3rd day, she found what looked like stones carved out from the side of a mountain, going up and leading to a very disguised door 100 feet up. It surprised her that she found the stairs in the first place! The well-camouflaged door or stone stairs—designed to look like the mountain.

"So, you found the stairs."

She quickly whipped around, but calmed when her "guide" walked up to her.

She smiled through her wool scarf, "Took me long enough, Michael. You could have helped me y'know."

He lightly smiled, "And spoil the fun of you finding it yourself? I think not. But at any rate, this is your journey Vesper, what will you be packing?" He said as he walked up gracefully up the rocky stairs to the doorway.

Ves turned off the snowmobile, grabbed her pickax, binoculars, flares, a first-aid kit, a few rations/water, and grapple hook. For any living dangers—she brought along .44 Desert Eagle. Packing up her backpack and holstering her gun on her thigh, she walked up the rocky stairs.

Once she reached the door, Michael took a small boulder the size of her forearm out a recess on the archway on the left side of the door. Beneath the rock, was a precisely smooth surface as big as a shoebox. He took his right hand and placed it on the surface. Golden lines erupted from the touch and the sound of creaking and grinding as the doors opened inwards. A loud thud! rumbled when the doors finished opening.

"After you." He said.

She sucked in her breath, took a flare out and lighted it, and walked into the darkness of whatever adventure awaited her inside. The green glow from the flare allowed her to see far into the entranceway without the blinding affects of a yellow-white flare.

She first noticed that the height of the entranceway was much higher than the actual door.  Her flare was unable to see the top. The architecture that was very different than the organic rocks outside. The cave wall was carved expertly smooth despite the age of the building itself. She could faintly see the colors that were once painted on the mountain's stone by dyed plaster coatings.

She then noticed the beautiful tile floor. Despite a delayed cleaning, she knew the tile was a gorgeous marble. A faded red tile zigzagged along the borders of the floor. Her shoes made a clink sound as she walked.

Behind her, she could hear the light tap-taps of Michael's footsteps.

"How far does the entrance go?" she asked.

"You'll see."

She upturned her face, not liking that sort of answer. However, when she kept asking that sort of question about what was ahead, she would receive that same response. Eventually, she sighed and stopped her questions.

She had to light another flare before she came to a set of steep stairs.

"Gah! Stairs..." She hated stairs—good exercise be damned!

Michael smiled.

Luckily the stairs weren't as far up as the entrance way. But when Ves reached the top of them, her thighs and calves burned like lava. She still hated stairs.

After a few minutes of resting her thighs and calves, she continued onward deeper and deeper inside the mountain.

She then had a feeling of openness—as if the hallway was getting bigger. She then felt a breeze coming from ahead and a faint yellow light. She became excited, believing the other side of this never-ending hallway was about over. With any luck there will be no stairs!

The light and breeze became stronger as she walked forward. She smiled brightly and happily jogged towards it. The cold bit into her lungs through the wool scarf—aggravating her mild-case of asthma. She pushed through as she entered the end of the hallway.

She was blown away at the magnificence of the grand room. No words could describe how utterly massive the room was!

The light that was shining came from the jagged hole on the right side of the room—letting in the cold and snow. The room glowed a gorgeous pink-orange from the setting sun.

The tiles on her feet were easily bigger than she was and cased a brilliant blue-black color. She then realized that the tiles were granite—carved butter smooth. The boarders around the room were in a gold, knotted pattern and after each knot was a stylized animal or thing—like a spear or even a waterfall.

Ves then looked up at the ceiling. From the remaining light, the ceiling was a marvelous impressions of animals from around the world and unknown creatures as well. Between those creatures where the traditional version of angels—humanlike and winged. The fresco reminded her of the ceiling on the Sistine Chapel.

Ves quickly took out her binoculars and looked at the ceiling again. It wasn't a fresco she was looking at, it was a mosaic. Each piece was illuminated brightly and in clear colors.

She then put away her binoculars and turned to the left down another hallway—and she was once again speechless.

The walls themselves where, in succession, marble statues of said angels done in a Greek-Roman-Renaissance type style. Unlike the typical tradition of angels, they weren't remotely humanoid with wings. The only thing about them that could be humanoid was that they had a body, two arms and two legs—well, some of them did. The statues where, by her guess, over 40 meters* tall including the base! So tall in fact, she couldn't see their faces well because of the purplish-dark and recesses obscured them. The squared bases of the statues held, by her guess, their names engraved in some unknown language. The ones she could see—down the sure to be exceptionally long hallway—held weapons. Some she recognized like swords and spears, others not so much; others held nothing at all; and she also saw a couple of them holding scrolls or papers. The pink-orange hue from the setting sun cased an eerie glow on the statues—as if they were made of fire.

She gazed wide-eyed at her companion.

His only reaction was a smile. "They are statues of us angels—every hallway in this city-mountain has these. Every one of us is accounted for here."

It took a moment for her to register what he had just said. She then found her voice, "Wow! I wish I had brought my camera! They are beautifully done! Could you show me your's?"

He rolled his eyes, "If we come across it. But first, let me turn on the lights." He said casually as he walked over to the first left statue.

"Lights?! This place has lights?"

He chuckled.

I saw him take a single, giant jump up the statue's base, go between the feet—behind the statue and disappear into the purplish dark. A few seconds later, she heard strong gears turning. The building itself seemed to be coming alive from a long sleep. A second later, strong, glowing orbs descended from the ceiling that reminded her of mini suns. Their strength illuminated the statue littered hallway and beyond.

From behind, she heard a squishing sound and noticed the pink-orange light from the setting sun was gone. She turned around a noticed stone vines climbing up the exposed hole—effectively covering it like a band-aid. The stone meshed itself together with the other stone vines, becoming one mass. Then, the vines became as smooth as the walls around it. As if the hole was never there in the first place. The only thing that differentiated it was the fact that no decoration was on the newly formed wall.

"Peepers won't be tolerated."

Ves made an undignified squeak at Michael's sudden comment.

She quickly turned around and gave him a disapproving look, "Gah! I wish you'd stop sneaking up on me!"

He rolled his eyes, "You simply didn't hear me. Anyway, what do you want to do?"

Oh yes, back to the task at hand. Ves took out her Timex. It's about 5 o'clock. "I'll keep going a little more."

He nodded in acceptance.

Her footsteps down the statue hallway echoed deeply. It wasn't long that she started to have a creep feeling that the statues where looking at her.

"So... I would like to know how big this place is. I mean, if every hallway has these statues—and if they are just as big. Then this place must be enormous. Right?"

After a moment  he responded, "The entire mountain is hallowed out, and penetrates at least a mile underground and the surrounding valley is excavated as well. There are chambers, rooms, and corridors to accommodate any... guests. There are shafts that lead to the outside that regulate airflow and underground tubes that supply heat. I believe the term now is 'geo-thermal.'"

She was still wide eyed at the spectacle. "This is makin' our current architectural buildings look like they were made out of legos."

"You humans are still newborns for a species." He responded plainly and frankly.

That was one way to put it.

She still felt the statue's eyes on her. She wanted to ask Michael why, but she would only sound foolish.

So she continued with the conversation, "How many floors are their?"

It took a minute to speak, "If I remember correctly, I believe there is 100 accessible levels. And I believe there are two levels that are used as support for the mountain and surrounding valley. The lowest level is used for the city-mountain's power and the purification and circulation of water, heat and air."

"I could believe it with how much all this must weigh! And does the geo-thermal energy provide the power for this place?"

"Yes."

After several long minutes of endless walking, Ves came across a doorway into the first chamber she found.

On both sides of the marbled door were two marbled "guards" both were armored and looked like a mixture of a cat and a gargoyle with a sword in the hip and a spear on the door-most hand. Both of the identical guards were about 10 feet tall.

Ves immediately smiled. She exclaimed, "Let's have a look inside!"

As soon as she was close to the door, the guards hands moved. Fuckin' moved and crossed their spears together to prevent entry.

Ves jumped out of her skin and fell back, quickly upholstering her gun and pointing it at them.

"What the fuck!?"

The statue's faces piercingly gazed at her, eyes glowing yellow and snarled—showing their sharp teeth.

"T'os! Deis ou, Mhak'al."

The statues froze at attention and looked at Michael, waiting for an order.

He walked up to them in a very authoritive manner and barked something at them. Whatever it was, the statues understood and went back to being not-moving-statues. He then turned around to regard Vesper.

"I apologize, I failed to mention the guards and defense systems. Don't worry, I've set in place a passcode for you. Just tell them your name and they will recognize you. I can't promise it will work if the defense grid is damaged."

Once Ves got over her shock she quickly stood, holstered her gun and said, "Well, that's wonderful. How come I wasn't blasted on the way inside?"

Michael frankly stated, "There would be a pile of dead corpses on the entrance way. It would draw unwanted attention. That's something that can't happen. This is normally as far as unannounced visitors get."

Ves looked around for any bones or evidence of it.

"How come there's nothing around though?"

"There are things around that take care of that." He remarked in an ominous tone, and that was the end of that manner.

She was glad she was invited.

* * *

A/N: Vesper is a unisex name meaning "evening star". I thought I'd go a non-traditional route with a name for her. As you may have noticed, she also goes by Ves. This is part one, I had to split it up due to an enormous size.

*40 meters translates to 131 feet. I tried to find some pictures that would represent a visual, but sadly I couldn't.

[1] The island itself doesn't exist. For those of you thinking of sizes, it's about as long (684 miles) and wide (160 miles) as the Caucasus Mountain range, and the peaks are just as tall (tallest is 5.6 miles). Go to this link for details: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caucasus…

[2] The Turbo Beaver is a type of seaplane common where runways aren't. See the wiki link for details: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/De_Havil…

[3] As far as I know, that type of "snowsuit" doesn't exist.

Description
This dream was mainly adventure. Somewhat Tomb Raider and Uncharted feel of it. The character had many of the physical capabilities as Lara Croft and Drake, so bare with me here. For some reason it had an element of religion to it as well. One scene in particular held my interest because it looked so beautiful! I remember it so well  (even though it's been a month). You might be able to pick it out.

This entry is brought to you by my imagination and the song "Habanera" by Biznet and the Verdi version of "Dies Irae". Believe it or not I listened to those while making this entry. (makes a weird face)

WARNINGS: Some religious aspects, language,

RATING: PG-13

TITLE: Dream Journal Entry 5 Part 1: Habanera

* * *

"Whoever likes the cold are a bunch of nut-sos", thought Ves. The only thing providing warmth at the moment was the engine to her seaplane.

She was given a task by her "guide" to go to this island in the damned coldest, frostbite-ridden part of the planet! The sort of cold that would make a nine-inch dick turn into an inch worm in 5 seconds!

Ves was going to a remote, isolated and wild island between Norway and Greenland, and above Iceland [1]. The only inhabitants where the arctic hares and foxes, occasional polar bears, migratory birds, seals, and walruses. If you were lucky to spot any green, it was in the form of lichens and mosses.

The island itself was nothing but a mountain range. The mountains could have been mistaken for the peaks of icebergs due to their icy appearance and constant layers of snow. It was a trial for her to find a suitable spot to land her Turbo Beaver [2] by a coast. The closest she could find was a 30-foot stretch of shore on the east end.

She has spent 3 days tracking and traversing the island to find that entry point her "guide" told her to find. She had her hunches, suspicions, and a trusted "guide". The only thing that gave her hope was the beautiful aurora lights and the pinkish-orange sunsets in the long twilights and evenings that made the bitter cold bearable.

Ves might have packed lightly, but she came with big packages. She thought to bring enough rations and water for a two week stay. Enough gas to make a trip back to either Iceland, Greenland, or even as far as the UK. She even thought to bring the latest in winter gear that allowed her to go out into the cold for as long as 5 hours—provided she was covered in head to toe. The design was similar to a wetsuit divers used, but damn it's warm! [3] The tent was a single, lightweight, nylon—perfect for this sort of trip. Of course, she couldn't carry all the gear herself—she thought ahead, and got a lightweight snowmobile with a powerful engine ideal for carrying the load she carried. The snowmobile practically sips gas and fit perfectly with the rest of her gear in the back of her seaplane.

By the end of the 3rd day, she found what looked like stones carved out from the side of a mountain, going up and leading to a very disguised door 100 feet up. It surprised her that she found the stairs in the first place! The well-camouflaged door or stone stairs—designed to look like the mountain.

"So, you found the stairs."

She quickly whipped around, but calmed when her "guide" walked up to her.

She smiled through her wool scarf, "Took me long enough, Michael. You could have helped me y'know."

He lightly smiled, "And spoil the fun of you finding it yourself? I think not. But at any rate, this is your journey Vesper, what will you be packing?" He said as he walked up gracefully up the rocky stairs to the doorway.

Ves turned off the snowmobile, grabbed her pickax, binoculars, flares, a first-aid kit, a few rations/water, and grapple hook. For any living dangers—she brought along .44 Desert Eagle. Packing up her backpack and holstering her gun on her thigh, she walked up the rocky stairs.

Once she reached the door, Michael took a small boulder the size of her forearm out a recess on the archway on the left side of the door. Beneath the rock, was a precisely smooth surface as big as a shoebox. He took his right hand and placed it on the surface. Golden lines erupted from the touch and the sound of creaking and grinding as the doors opened inwards. A loud thud! rumbled when the doors finished opening.

"After you." He said.

She sucked in her breath, took a flare out and lighted it, and walked into the darkness of whatever adventure awaited her inside. The green glow from the flare allowed her to see far into the entranceway without the blinding affects of a yellow-white flare.

She first noticed that the height of the entranceway was much higher than the actual door.  Her flare was unable to see the top. The architecture that was very different than the organic rocks outside. The cave wall was carved expertly smooth despite the age of the building itself. She could faintly see the colors that were once painted on the mountain's stone by dyed plaster coatings.

She then noticed the beautiful tile floor. Despite a delayed cleaning, she knew the tile was a gorgeous marble. A faded red tile zigzagged along the borders of the floor. Her shoes made a clink sound as she walked.

Behind her, she could hear the light tap-taps of Michael's footsteps.

"How far does the entrance go?" she asked.

"You'll see."

She upturned her face, not liking that sort of answer. However, when she kept asking that sort of question about what was ahead, she would receive that same response. Eventually, she sighed and stopped her questions.

She had to light another flare before she came to a set of steep stairs.

"Gah! Stairs..." She hated stairs—good exercise be damned!

Michael smiled.

Luckily the stairs weren't as far up as the entrance way. But when Ves reached the top of them, her thighs and calves burned like lava. She still hated stairs.

After a few minutes of resting her thighs and calves, she continued onward deeper and deeper inside the mountain.

She then had a feeling of openness—as if the hallway was getting bigger. She then felt a breeze coming from ahead and a faint yellow light. She became excited, believing the other side of this never-ending hallway was about over. With any luck there will be no stairs!

The light and breeze became stronger as she walked forward. She smiled brightly and happily jogged towards it. The cold bit into her lungs through the wool scarf—aggravating her mild-case of asthma. She pushed through as she entered the end of the hallway.

She was blown away at the magnificence of the grand room. No words could describe how utterly massive the room was!

The light that was shining came from the jagged hole on the right side of the room—letting in the cold and snow. The room glowed a gorgeous pink-orange from the setting sun.

The tiles on her feet were easily bigger than she was and cased a brilliant blue-black color. She then realized that the tiles were granite—carved butter smooth. The boarders around the room were in a gold, knotted pattern and after each knot was a stylized animal or thing—like a spear or even a waterfall.

Ves then looked up at the ceiling. From the remaining light, the ceiling was a marvelous impressions of animals from around the world and unknown creatures as well. Between those creatures where the traditional version of angels—humanlike and winged. The fresco reminded her of the ceiling on the Sistine Chapel.

Ves quickly took out her binoculars and looked at the ceiling again. It wasn't a fresco she was looking at, it was a mosaic. Each piece was illuminated brightly and in clear colors.

She then put away her binoculars and turned to the left down another hallway—and she was once again speechless.

The walls themselves where, in succession, marble statues of said angels done in a Greek-Roman-Renaissance type style. Unlike the typical tradition of angels, they weren't remotely humanoid with wings. The only thing about them that could be humanoid was that they had a body, two arms and two legs—well, some of them did. The statues where, by her guess, over 40 meters* tall including the base! So tall in fact, she couldn't see their faces well because of the purplish-dark and recesses obscured them. The squared bases of the statues held, by her guess, their names engraved in some unknown language. The ones she could see—down the sure to be exceptionally long hallway—held weapons. Some she recognized like swords and spears, others not so much; others held nothing at all; and she also saw a couple of them holding scrolls or papers. The pink-orange hue from the setting sun cased an eerie glow on the statues—as if they were made of fire.

She gazed wide-eyed at her companion.

His only reaction was a smile. "They are statues of us angels—every hallway in this city-mountain has these. Every one of us is accounted for here."

It took a moment for her to register what he had just said. She then found her voice, "Wow! I wish I had brought my camera! They are beautifully done! Could you show me your's?"

He rolled his eyes, "If we come across it. But first, let me turn on the lights." He said casually as he walked over to the first left statue.

"Lights?! This place has lights?"

He chuckled.

I saw him take a single, giant jump up the statue's base, go between the feet—behind the statue and disappear into the purplish dark. A few seconds later, she heard strong gears turning. The building itself seemed to be coming alive from a long sleep. A second later, strong, glowing orbs descended from the ceiling that reminded her of mini suns. Their strength illuminated the statue littered hallway and beyond.

From behind, she heard a squishing sound and noticed the pink-orange light from the setting sun was gone. She turned around a noticed stone vines climbing up the exposed hole—effectively covering it like a band-aid. The stone meshed itself together with the other stone vines, becoming one mass. Then, the vines became as smooth as the walls around it. As if the hole was never there in the first place. The only thing that differentiated it was the fact that no decoration was on the newly formed wall.

"Peepers won't be tolerated."

Ves made an undignified squeak at Michael's sudden comment.

She quickly turned around and gave him a disapproving look, "Gah! I wish you'd stop sneaking up on me!"

He rolled his eyes, "You simply didn't hear me. Anyway, what do you want to do?"

Oh yes, back to the task at hand. Ves took out her Timex. It's about 5 o'clock. "I'll keep going a little more."

He nodded in acceptance.

Her footsteps down the statue hallway echoed deeply. It wasn't long that she started to have a creep feeling that the statues where looking at her.

"So... I would like to know how big this place is. I mean, if every hallway has these statues—and if they are just as big. Then this place must be enormous. Right?"

After a moment  he responded, "The entire mountain is hallowed out, and penetrates at least a mile underground and the surrounding valley is excavated as well. There are chambers, rooms, and corridors to accommodate any... guests. There are shafts that lead to the outside that regulate airflow and underground tubes that supply heat. I believe the term now is 'geo-thermal.'"

She was still wide eyed at the spectacle. "This is makin' our current architectural buildings look like they were made out of legos."

"You humans are still newborns for a species." He responded plainly and frankly.

That was one way to put it.

She still felt the statue's eyes on her. She wanted to ask Michael why, but she would only sound foolish.

So she continued with the conversation, "How many floors are their?"

It took a minute to speak, "If I remember correctly, I believe there is 100 accessible levels. And I believe there are two levels that are used as support for the mountain and surrounding valley. The lowest level is used for the city-mountain's power and the purification and circulation of water, heat and air."

"I could believe it with how much all this must weigh! And does the geo-thermal energy provide the power for this place?"

"Yes."

After several long minutes of endless walking, Ves came across a doorway into the first chamber she found.

On both sides of the marbled door were two marbled "guards" both were armored and looked like a mixture of a cat and a gargoyle with a sword in the hip and a spear on the door-most hand. Both of the identical guards were about 10 feet tall.

Ves immediately smiled. She exclaimed, "Let's have a look inside!"

As soon as she was close to the door, the guards hands moved. Fuckin' moved and crossed their spears together to prevent entry.

Ves jumped out of her skin and fell back, quickly upholstering her gun and pointing it at them.

"What the fuck!?"

The statue's faces piercingly gazed at her, eyes glowing yellow and snarled—showing their sharp teeth.

"T'os! Deis ou, Mhak'al."

The statues froze at attention and looked at Michael, waiting for an order.

He walked up to them in a very authoritive manner and barked something at them. Whatever it was, the statues understood and went back to being not-moving-statues. He then turned around to regard Vesper.

"I apologize, I failed to mention the guards and defense systems. Don't worry, I've set in place a passcode for you. Just tell them your name and they will recognize you. I can't promise it will work if the defense grid is damaged."

Once Ves got over her shock she quickly stood, holstered her gun and said, "Well, that's wonderful. How come I wasn't blasted on the way inside?"

Michael frankly stated, "There would be a pile of dead corpses on the entrance way. It would draw unwanted attention. That's something that can't happen. This is normally as far as unannounced visitors get."

Ves looked around for any bones or evidence of it.

"How come there's nothing around though?"

"There are things around that take care of that." He remarked in an ominous tone, and that was the end of that manner.

She was glad she was invited.

* * *

A/N: Vesper is a unisex name meaning "evening star". I thought I'd go a non-traditional route with a name for her. As you may have noticed, she also goes by Ves. This is part one, I had to split it up due to an enormous size.

*40 meters translates to 131 feet. I tried to find some pictures that would represent a visual, but sadly I couldn't.

[1] The island itself doesn't exist. For those of you thinking of sizes, it's about as long (684 miles) and wide (160 miles) as the Caucasus Mountain range, and the peaks are just as tall (tallest is 5.6 miles). Go to this link for details: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caucasus…

[2] The Turbo Beaver is a type of seaplane common where runways aren't. See the wiki link for details: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/De_Havil…

[3] As far as I know, that type of "snowsuit" doesn't exist.