The Anti Lucid Dreamer

The Anti Lucid Dreamer
Our wisdom flows so sweet. Taste and see.
TRANSMIT - initiate the First Age signal - RECEIVE - initiate the Second, Third, and Fourth - AIN'T FOUND A WAY TO KILL ME YET - calibrating synaptic cypher - BAGOCK – approximating celestial prerogatives – HERE THEY COME TO SNUFF THE ROOSTER - initiate low memory protocols - YEAH, HERE COME THE ROOSTER – locating missing files - WITNESS – The Anti Lucid Dreamer - YOU KNOW HE AIN’T GONNA DIE.
    We were there when he wandered out of Agartha sweetling, this ball of black plumage, we saw him waddle up to the unremarkable one and begin to hiss, we saw when the unremarkable one rained fire down on to him, yet he did not burn. We saw when he summoned the earth to crush him, but the earth broke around him, we were there when he shot him in the face, but the bullets shattered on his plumage. We were there as the unremarkable one brought his full might to bear against this angry avian and yet even he can not stop the rooster. Yet the rooster is unaware of the unremarkable ones efforts, to him the unremarkable one is simply another obstacle to deal with, indeed he doesn't even remember meeting the unremarkable one, even though they met but a few moments ago. Who is this creature sweetling that wields such power, how did he come to be? What are his goals? Why is he so angry, follow us and find out.
    We have told you this story before, sweetling, of the Jinn and the First Age. We witnessed their birth from the smokeless flame, created by the Host. There were others too, some born of the trembling earth, the chanting waters, or shining winds — but their fates branched in other directions. They all swore oaths to Gaia and protected her. All was tranquil, until your species came into the world. You know about Samael and how he asked the Grigori why he should bow to you. You know about how fire hated you, but did you know the air hates you too sweetling? Shu was master of the sky, long before anything flew, the winds of the universe were his and his alone to command, it was he who made the waves across countless worlds, it was he would brought storms that leveled cities, even fire gave way to his winds. He was among the most learned of the nempliem and it was he who took the smoke from jins fire and he who taught the Nameless how to eat his own name and it was he who was most hurt when Gaia chose you over the hosts' other creations.
    He would not bow to beings made of clay and dust sweetling, he could not bring himself to bow to elements that so easily bent to his will and for this he was cast down with Samael, but unlike Samael he did not land in hell sweetling. No, instead the Grigori imprisoned him in flesh, shaped into a parody of your kind, sweetling, his face was that of a bird and body a human, he was doomed to live among the things he hated, yet apart from them. Do not weep for him though sweetling at least not until we finish our story. As the war in heaven raged, Shu built a kingdom on earth on the backs of those he hated, he built great temples in his honor and consumed the hearts of your kind. An aviane god-king, looking out over his despairing subjects, bathing in their suffering, eating their hearts out of a golden bowl but still he is not happy sweetling. In the dark of night he climbs the stairs of his tower and  turns to the sky and with a tremor in his voice he asks “How long?” but only silence answers, but not for long sweetling.
    Samael came to Shu seeking a favor, he needed anima and a lot of it, but he had been cut off from the immaculate machine. Shu however had an ample supply, in the form of his slaves, what followed was a natural consequence of his hatred for your kind, why wouldn't he feed you to the flames, but his deed did not go un notice sweetling. The screams of thousands of souls being sacrificed to ignite an engine of war, reached into the heavens and alerted “him”, he who is like the host, he was first among the Grigori, We scatter before him like leaves in a temporal hurricane. He has many names, sweetling but we will tell you only one, Michael, we dare not tell you his others; less we end up like Lilith. He descended from the heavens, his armies in toe and laid waste to Shu’s temples and his armies, there was little he could do sweetling, as the others of his kind held him down as Michael brought the grate hammer Obedience down upon his head, shattering his mind, scattering his anima to the furthest reaches of the universe preventing him from ever regenerating to his full strength but not from completely regenerating. His mind now rests on the edge of the universe, drifting away from him at an accelerating rate, but his essence still lingers. As his anima left his body, what remained formed into a black rooster, a fluffy black mass of anger and spite, a hissing ball of rage, directed at everything and anything on his path. This rooster was sealed away with the others of his kind sweetling, the master of the skies was sealed away but not for long. The first cracks in the Gaia engine released him into a new age, a creature without a mind, a dreamer who doesn't know he is dreaming. He is a god king who can not comprehend what he is or remember where he has been, but others remember him sweetling.
We see him in the second age, nesting in a golden roost atop a grate obsidian ziggurat, demon priests offer him the hearts of human sacrifices, they praise him as the end of ends and eater of worlds. They clutch the still beating heart in their hand and present it to this fragment of the first age. He responds by pecking at mites in his nest. The second age comes crashing down and Michael finds him among the flames again and he seals him away again. The third age begins, again a crack forms in the Gaia engine, again he emerges into a new age. This time he is found by the mother of monsters. We see him sitting in her lap, as she pours over ancient scrolls, looking for the location of a Gaia engine, she finds the cracked engine he emerged from. She begins the process of breaking it open, She raised a Dreaming One from its prison. It whispered to her directly. It made such promises, claimed it willingly powered the city. LIES. It promised the impossible could be accomplished if all of its fellows were freed. LIES. Lilith was smart. Lilith was clever. She knew there was treachery in the whispers. But she went ahead anyway, thinking she could control the pandemonium. She thought she could betray an event horizon. That age collapsed in screams under tentacular skies. Again Michale finds him, this time attacking his own reflection in the mirror as the world burns around him, again he is sealed away. Again the engine cracks and again he emerges into a new age, this time he encounters the unremarkable one and we come to the start of our story. We saw him, as the vampires set him free, we saw him as he escaped the city of the sun god, we saw him as he wandered away from the raven doctor and his fight in the park, we saw when the rogues fought over him in their nifty keen karts and we saw when he was returned to the unremarkable ones enclosure.
    And we see him now, in his coop in Greenfield, he sits dreaming but not dreaming, unaware that he is awake, unable to comprehend that he is not asleep. Should he ever find a way to catch up with the edge of the universe and reunite with his mind, the dreamers will awaken and all will be lost, but for now he remains an Anti Lucid Dreamer.

Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss-I am the waking nightmare let me in. Sup puss, its Jon, I see Shu got out again, always dose, you would think bees would be better engineers wouldn't you puss, that they could fix a simple hole in reality but then again i guess I should count my blessings eh puss, if they were better at their job I wouldn't get to see half the things I see puss, and I have seen so many, many things. Like Shu here, or is it BB now? Shu got to choose his name, you know that puss?  It wasn't burnt into his soul like the others, he requested it from the host, and they obliged, why? I can't really say puss, angels, demons, you, Chuck, pooch, you’re all the same to me, but based on what I have seen, I know Shu would be ripp-shit if he knew he was being kept as a pet by Chuck, master of the skies, consumer of realities confined to a 4 meter by 10 meter pen, with an old tier to roost in. Kind of disappointing insistent it puss, after all the buzzings talk about tentacles coming from the sky, and eating stars, here we find a dreamer with a brain so small, he can't understand a concept like “awake.” Maybe I am just bitter though because he wont listen to me, that's right puss, I can see through every filthy set of eyes in the world, except for his, not that it would do me much good puss, a little cramped in there for my taste. But you heard the bees puss, this is just a fraction of what Shu-BB truly is, the star eating tentacle horror part is currently zooming away from us at superluminal speed and as old Albert once said nothing can travel faster than light, then again he also said the atom couldn't be split and look how that turned out. Chuck and Shu-BB both got a knack for finding the holes in reality, so I guess its only a matter of time before old Shu has got his brain back, I can already see how they would do it, but then again neither of them are very bright, so the end of the fourth age may take awhile, but I got all the time in world puss.