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Shape Shifter Characteristics
Glowing, shadowy, wild, intelligent, meditative, curious, loves harmony of form and any new thing, playful, inquisitive, occasionally wary of humans, peace loving, wise, artists
Shape Shifters are very good at being smooth solid objects, they enjoy it and it’s a nice experience for them, like a person wearing a brand new shiny jacket. When they’re resting, they like to be a boulder as it doesn’t take a lot of effort. They like to climb on top of each other and show off to each other and they can have competitions for who can shift into the coolest new object. They can take on human form but it’s very difficult for a number of reasons. First, humans have not been around on Earth for long enough or in great enough numbers for shape shifters to have learned the human form, the way they’ve learned to be rocks and trees and birds. Second, human beings move a lot and have a variety of textures to their bodies that are difficult for a shape shifter, such as the individual long strands of hair on their heads and complex facial features, clothing and body language. That’s really a lot for a shape shifter to get right all at once, especially if they’re expected to be walking or running or doing other various activities at the same time. Third, there is the matter of human speech. Shape shifters can mimic the sound of human language fairly well and do okay with vocabulary, but they have a hard time with word usage and with grammar. They are able to pick up speech telepathically and learn words that way, but their minds don’t work the same as a human’s and so they don’t quite grasp many aspects of normal human speech. Also, since people don’t walk around with their mouths open very much, shape shifters don’t get much of a chance to learn about what the inside of a mouth should look like, and when they are trying to speak, their mouths shift to make sound and look nothing like a normal human mouth because they don’t really understand the mechanisms like teeth and tongue that form speech for a human creature. They understand exterior facial expressions and can smile naturally just like a human being and their eyes are mostly normal, if a bit shady or too bright.
Dream: Shape Shifters Circus, Castle Portal Room, Levitation, Dancing
September 26, 2023 There was a group of shape shifters going down the road together laughing and having fun together. I was trying to talk with one of them and they all shifted into kind of Norwegian people and put on some Norwegian accents, which were good but I knew that they weren’t really Norwegian and they didn’t really speak Norwegian normally. They were being a Norwegian circus of some sort, and laughing and playing as they walked, one was juggling and they were also dancing. I started dancing with one guy shape shifter and he was really strong and could even push me into the air. We paused after awhile on our journey, near a tent, and I wanted him to bring me up into the air like a sort of reverse sky dive. He was on top and pulled me spiraling into the air with him, levitating about 30 feet up. It was a bit scary, but pretty fun. People on the ground were watching and got some videos of us levitating up into the air. Then we went into the woods, walking past all sorts of colorfully and vibrantly painted wooden gnomes, fairy houses, and little mushrooms of a Norwegian style. Then we apparently came to somewhere like a marketplace in Norway that was like Santa’s workshop at the North Pole and we were elves fashioning tiny Christmas ornaments and figurines out of wood and cloth, and selling them there or giving them away to passersby. Then I went to a castle in the Middle East, where there was a portal on the left and a portal on the right, basically into the same type of room but the left side was brighter and newer looking and the right side looked softer, but more aged and not quite as bright. I knew I wanted to go to the right but ended up having to go through the left and around the corner to the right. There were dancers there and we all had on some flowing garments and scarves. We would run at a pool with water and begin levitating just enough to be able to run on the surface of the water, dipping our scarves into the water on either side. That was our dance.
I do not laugh at fate; I merely laugh, and fate smiles upon me. 🌞
Right away, I knew she was a shape-shifter. She appeared with grey-brown long hair, sitting on a park bench. Her hair didn’t move the way a person’s would. She looked at me for a long time while I walked the path that was in front of the park bench she sat on. When I passed, she asked if there was any fire. She was, in a way, telling me that her kind doesn’t like fire. She barely moved… ancient. I wondered what person she was mimicking. Someone she’d seen long ago whom she’d watched, and was long gone? A beautiful grandmother figure; or maybe just the first human-like creature she’d ever seen? I told her no, there weren’t any fires coming. I hope that’s true for her and her kind, and for us, in our tiny town of precious mortals and ancient shape-shifters.
"We were all orphans in Zombieland." -Zombieland
Changeling
The night sky was dark and nothing stirred. Stars twinkled overhead. A trailer park spanned the street block and the blue flicker from a television set shone down through an open window to the gravel where nothing grew. Beer bottles lay strew here and there, along with shards of glass that were the ghosts of beer bottles past. It was an unusually quiet evening and there were not even the usual domestic quarrels that could normally be heard throughout the park.
A comet flashed briefly overhead, and another, and then another. No one was looking at the sky, though. That was okay because it wasn’t long before one of the comets landed squarely on the trailer park. The residents had no choice but to acknowledge it then. Thirty people came out from their tiny abodes with tousled hair, slippers and nightgowns to see what had happened. The only residents who didn’t come out were the two occupants of the trailer that was hit, a girl of thirteen and her mother.
Smoke billowed out from the pink and white trailer. People began to gather around it and someone knocked on its door.
“Everything all right in there?” the neighbor called from outside the trailer door.
“Someone should call the fire department!” another neighbor yelled.
“I’m on the phone with them now,” an elderly gentleman said.
“What was it? Was it a bomb!?” one woman in a rose-colored nightgown asked.
“Probably just a cooking accident,” said a disgruntled, sleepy man with white hair. This was met with several looks of disbelief and a few shrugs.
Finally the woman and her daughter came out, appearing unharmed, though also looking terrified and exhausted.
“What happened?” several people asked her at once.
“I don’t know,” the woman answered. “We were sleeping and then it was like a bomb went off; we found this,” she held up a fragment of what appeared to be a metallic substance.
“A meteor?” one man said with an amazed look on his face.
“Wow!” came a chorus of voices but after the fire department came and made sure there was no more danger, they all went back into their myriad trailers and went back to sleep as if nothing had happened at all.
Three weeks later, the mother was dead and Lilly, the daughter who’d kept the shard, was fighting for her life and no one could figure out what was wrong. Her fever had been 114 at one point, and no one expected her to live after that, but she did. She should be brain dead, blind, deaf and dumb but she wasn’t. She went in and out of consciousness but there was no loss of sensation, when she was awake, and she could still remember her own name. She would classify as a medical miracle if she got better and they told her so in an effort to cheer her up.
It took three years for the fever to fully pass, and two years of intense physical therapy for her to be able to walk and talk with ease. She wouldn’t ever be normal again, though. She spent a lot of time reading and trying to catch up on a life that had passed her by. She dreamed of doing normal things, having a boyfriend, going to college, taking walks in the park.
Very soon, she was doing all of those things. She found a tutor and within a year had her GED and a full scholarship. She had a dark haired and mildly-chubby boyfriend, whose name was Ethan, with whom she spent her days. He made up for his chubbiness with his good cheer and kind ways. He always opened the door for her and made every day special, which meant a lot to her, since she had fewer days than most. Together, she and Ethan made every day special. Although she was doing well, she felt that it was only a matter of time before the shadow cast over her short life would unequivocally reappear, and without warning. Next time there might be no miracle for her.
She enjoyed their days together immensely and more than he ever knew. On one of those sunlit days their walk had taken them to the heart of a forest park. They were pushing back branches from the path when a branch broke off in Lilly’s hand. Something about it caught her attention. What was it? She couldn’t tell. It was as if she became frozen in rapt fascination. Her fingers glowed, ever so slightly, and then turned the exact color and texture of the branch. Then they turned back as easily as they had shifted. Ethan turned around and looked at her.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Sure,” she said, although her heart was pounding. She was wondering if she was hallucinating, actually. She dropped the branch and Ethan put his arm around her. They held hands the rest of the way home. If he suspected anything, he was quiet about it.
She developed a fascination with colors. She especially liked solid, bright colors. She would put her hand in front and watch the skin morph its color to the exact same shade. It didn’t take any effort. It was effortless, even natural, to her. She began to crave new and different things to morph into. When she meditated, she began glowing and becoming translucent so that she could view her own insides, the structure of bones and ligaments, and the pulse of her heart pumping the liquid light through her veins.
It was hardly the shadow of death that she’d expected to fall over her life again, but she wasn’t sure what Ethan would think. She felt a gnawing realization that he wouldn’t be able to deal with it at all. She was certain that he would leave her if he ever found out about her newfound ‘ability’.
Depression came and went for Lilly. She was moving to college soon, anyway. Ethan didn’t know what preoccupied his Lily. He only felt her becoming more distant and he assumed it was another guy. When she moved away to college, he felt it in her voice, that she was saying goodbye, goodbye. He had no choice but to accept it. He held her in one final embrace before she departed; he tried not to think about a future without her.
“I got you this,” he said, fighting tears. He held up a golden necklace with a heart-shaped pendant of blue crystal.
“Thank you,” she said. She took it and put it on. She was desperately trying to hold back her tears, too. “Goodbye,” she said. She turned away and boarded the plane.
It was the last time he ever saw her. He didn’t have another girlfriend after that. He stayed chubby and good natured and went to church and gave all his money to the poor. When he was forty, a bird came to visit him. It appeared to be a raven. It would fly near his house every day and even seemed to wave to him. Eventually, when he began feeding it, he thought he heard it say “hello,” back on more than one occasion.
After some time, the raven left, but an enormous eagle came to eat the breakfast he left for the raven. Ethan thought the eagle had the most beautiful golden eyes he’d ever seen. They actually glowed. He was sure of it.
He made a leather sleeve to wear so that the eagle could perch on his arm. They spent many years together, like this. Occasionally, she would repay his kindness by bringing him freshly caught fish to eat for dinner. One thing puzzled him, though. Sometimes, she appeared golden brown, and other times reddish brown, and sometimes almost white. Every day her coloring was different. When he was very old, long past ninety and nearing one hundred, when his curly dark hair had turned white, and his heart had not many beats left in it, the eagle came to him one last time. He ambled, with some trouble, to the open window where the unearthly raptor perched, waiting for him. In her beak she carried something shiny, golden and familiar. The years of solitude and loneliness melted away as he recalled, in perfect detail, the day he’d given it to her; it was the golden necklace with the blue heart-shaped crystal pendant.
Dream Journal
April 7, 2023 There was an 18th-19th century feel. I was in a nice house/mansion that I’d inherited. It was dark in the main room which was filled with all sorts of decorations. It reminded me of my aunt’s house. It was full of all sorts of 18th century carvings, alabaster, jade, paintings, and a wall of crystals and gemstones, sorted by color. My favorite was a pretty red one. I was taking in the beauty of it all, it was a bit overwhelming and there were also vases of lovely flowers in amongst the art works. I was moving a carved carriage of stone (like jade, but more yellow) from one side of the room to replace a different carved carriage on the other side of the room. Lestat came up and wanted to buy it for a good deal (ha!) :) but I told him the price tag was over $56,000.00.00 for the big one. He seemed a bit put out so I told him he could have it for less. Then we went to the outside and into another part of the house. The only real thing there was there was his lonely violin sitting on the floor on the carpet leaning against the wall. It looked strange just sitting on the carpet all alone in the room. I’d brought another statue of a girl with a sort of whimsy and wind about her which I put on the shelf to decorate because that’s how I felt when Lestat came and got me and I guess freed me from that place. Then he left to go outside and he was coming back but there were people who were coming in so I hid in a closet like the one under the stairs in the house where I grew up.
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