Post by Appayipyip the Klingon on May 25, 2009 20:34:19 GMT -5
This is a highly detailed description of a vision I had once, and the things that happened with it.
This...is the vision...of The Commodore and Sparta.
I stand in the middle of my room, with the ugly brown walls that are awaiting their painting. I close my eyes to awaken to this:
I will be in a house with dark blue walls which all my thoughts drip down, pool at the floor, and flood the house, swallowing me into their dark purple abyss.
Then, after moments of spiraling in the darkness, a small blue light will appear. This small blue light will blink, getting larger with each blink, until it is as large as the galaxy itself, and I freefall from the sky it has made itself into.
I will fall from the light blue universe into a large field with tall prairie grasses and a long, thick, crystal clear river running through it, and as I survey the fish encased in its beauty, a long line of something will appear on the western horizon, getting larger with every second, until I find that the line is a large army of Spartans, 300, in fact.
These Spartans will arrange themselves in a triangular form, as yet another line appears on the eastern horizon, again getting larger with every second, until I find that the line is a large group of commodores, many of whom I do not know, but some I have met before.
Looking straight ahead, to the north, where the field extends to the ends of the earth, or at least my eyesight, a line will appear there, also. This line will be made of tigers, each with a shiny coat of auburn and black striping that extends from their face to the tip of their long tiger tails.
As all of the groups have arranged into neatly organized triangles straight ahead of my eyes, they will shout as one:
"SPARTA BECOMES YOU! COMMODORE BECOMES YOU!"
The tigers will release a long, earthshaking roar.
Then the aforementioned Spartans will shout:
"WE ARE SPARTA!"
The commodores will take their turn, shouting in unison:
"WE ARE COMMODORE!"
And once again, the tigers will let out their largest roar.
As I stare, the view begins to fade away, as I spiral in darkness once more.
Upon landing, I will notice many more Spartans than usually seen at once. This is because I have landed in the land of Sparta, where the Spartans are.
I will notice that I have also landed in the body and existence of King Leonidas, the famed commander who, with the other Spartans by his side, held off the Persians long enough for a plan to save the land they were fighting on, that held the ancient city-states of Athens and Sparta.
As I watch the elite Spartans taking on the Persian invaders, I will see many spears floating through the sky. They will land with a strong force and such precision that pierces the skin-my skin-with deadly consequences.
I will spin as done many times before, in the unknown blackness.
This time my arrival sets me in the body of the Commodore Cornelius Vanderbilt, who, with a ferry business, earned a lot of money and sat in the lap of luxury.
I will find myself on the ferry of Cornelius's Commodore being, commanding the watercraft with such skill that lands me much approval from the ones who took their time to ride it with me as their commander known as Commodore.
The blackness encases me once again, this time I welcome it. After a long period of spiraling I will arrive in the field, in my own body.
The Spartans and commodores will shout in unison, "WE ARE YOU!"
The tigers will roar.
The Vision will end, with me back in the place I started-standing, in the middle of my room.
It just came to me, I didn't make this up!
If it is possible, please share opinions on this, the Vision of the Spartan Commodore.
This...is the vision...of The Commodore and Sparta.
I stand in the middle of my room, with the ugly brown walls that are awaiting their painting. I close my eyes to awaken to this:
I will be in a house with dark blue walls which all my thoughts drip down, pool at the floor, and flood the house, swallowing me into their dark purple abyss.
Then, after moments of spiraling in the darkness, a small blue light will appear. This small blue light will blink, getting larger with each blink, until it is as large as the galaxy itself, and I freefall from the sky it has made itself into.
I will fall from the light blue universe into a large field with tall prairie grasses and a long, thick, crystal clear river running through it, and as I survey the fish encased in its beauty, a long line of something will appear on the western horizon, getting larger with every second, until I find that the line is a large army of Spartans, 300, in fact.
These Spartans will arrange themselves in a triangular form, as yet another line appears on the eastern horizon, again getting larger with every second, until I find that the line is a large group of commodores, many of whom I do not know, but some I have met before.
Looking straight ahead, to the north, where the field extends to the ends of the earth, or at least my eyesight, a line will appear there, also. This line will be made of tigers, each with a shiny coat of auburn and black striping that extends from their face to the tip of their long tiger tails.
As all of the groups have arranged into neatly organized triangles straight ahead of my eyes, they will shout as one:
"SPARTA BECOMES YOU! COMMODORE BECOMES YOU!"
The tigers will release a long, earthshaking roar.
Then the aforementioned Spartans will shout:
"WE ARE SPARTA!"
The commodores will take their turn, shouting in unison:
"WE ARE COMMODORE!"
And once again, the tigers will let out their largest roar.
As I stare, the view begins to fade away, as I spiral in darkness once more.
Upon landing, I will notice many more Spartans than usually seen at once. This is because I have landed in the land of Sparta, where the Spartans are.
I will notice that I have also landed in the body and existence of King Leonidas, the famed commander who, with the other Spartans by his side, held off the Persians long enough for a plan to save the land they were fighting on, that held the ancient city-states of Athens and Sparta.
As I watch the elite Spartans taking on the Persian invaders, I will see many spears floating through the sky. They will land with a strong force and such precision that pierces the skin-my skin-with deadly consequences.
I will spin as done many times before, in the unknown blackness.
This time my arrival sets me in the body of the Commodore Cornelius Vanderbilt, who, with a ferry business, earned a lot of money and sat in the lap of luxury.
I will find myself on the ferry of Cornelius's Commodore being, commanding the watercraft with such skill that lands me much approval from the ones who took their time to ride it with me as their commander known as Commodore.
The blackness encases me once again, this time I welcome it. After a long period of spiraling I will arrive in the field, in my own body.
The Spartans and commodores will shout in unison, "WE ARE YOU!"
The tigers will roar.
The Vision will end, with me back in the place I started-standing, in the middle of my room.
It just came to me, I didn't make this up!
If it is possible, please share opinions on this, the Vision of the Spartan Commodore.
