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Scribe:Rachel Leigh R.
GodBlogs: Morpheus

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Immortality – Technically immortal. Immune to the effects of aging, cannot die by any conventional means, and is immune to all known mortal diseases and infections.

Babble-speak – Can communicate in all languages and dialects. 

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= Introduction =

Dear Reader,

I guess it’s time to cut loose on the whole mystery chain that I’ve been letting grow, well, since your kind’s beginning. Why now? Beats me, though I am severely PISSED. I don’t know the reasoning for ruining such a beautiful mystery in such a distasteful, unpoetic, mortal way… ask the oh-so-very courageous and righteous big guy; you know who…that son of a bitch…

To myself, I am what a mortal would call an artist; to a mortal, I am a mere sweat dream, an utterly terrific night terror, a memory preferred forgotten to the swirling, smoky shadows of the past, everything you’ve ever wanted, and everything you’ve ever lost. Call me your historian. To the Gods, I am their demon messenger. Yes, I said demon, but hey… sweet dreams are made of evil! *winks and smiles*

I remain bound to the chains of loyalty. When on the word of a God/dess, I design their dream of choice, usually with the purpose to be a suggestion for what that Muse has chosen to be of the mortal’s life destiny. ‘Tis only when the Gods have nothing to say to any mortal that I have my own chances to shape and give dreams as I wish, which is fairly often. Don’t let misconceptions rule my tongue, I most definitely have free will…it is only my duty as the Ruler of Dreams to contribute my part of the guidance of mortal history. When off the clock, I sleep in a cave full of poppies, and live amongst my elders and siblings in the Land of Dreams, located in The Underworld. Thee who speaks now for you is Morpheus, Muse of dreams, in the flesh…. quite literally actually, I am fashioning a human body and I feel epically vulnerable! Obviously, I couldn’t show my own, and hence the title “…of dreams”. I have worn the face, and practiced the nature of being from every mortal soul to live on Earth. Shouldn’t I be superb at this? I mean for the gods’ sake, I AM the game master after all! IN DREAMS. It lies merely a step ahead of human play rights. Of course, it takes an artistic hand to create as well, along with a writer’s point of view. But back to my point: it is vastly different, entertaining drowsy mortals by casting into a familiar face, than to actually sport one in their…your world.

Dream: a title that has been given, to be shared by a light thrum of the tongue, and tap of the teeth. A dance that has been bouncing between the lips of the mortal creatures for millenniums of your time. With all the characters and creativity I have been pushing into your damn humans minds, you can imagine how dimmed my spirits were to hear that you stayed with the original title ‘Dream’. Dreams is the name created for my siblings and I, is what thee know not. Oneiroi, a name with shared meaning, is from our elder Gods. It is most casual to me. Just a little history lesson before I wrap things up!

Just so you don’t get all tongue tied with pronouns: here you will see me refer to myself as he, she, or simply a muse. Honestly, I have performed as so many beings, it has no extreme difference what you choose to call this one! And with that – *yawns* – I must go home now. See you in your dreams!

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