This time the dream was at my aunt’s old house, and it had CG elements, namely, Cloud Strife and Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII. Cloud in the dream looked awesome (like in Advent Children, a FFVII sequel movie). The detail and texture was beautiful, the way the fabric moved, and his hair moved and it was very well done. Sephiroth, on the other hand, was kind of polygonal (but not as simple as he was in the game), and I knew his face would have been awe-inspiringly beautiful if he had been rendered in the same way Cloud had been.
Anyway, they fought in the driveway and in the road, and Sephiroth threw down his sword, sticking it in the sand in the side of the road. He said something to Cloud but he seemed very sad, and I touched his polygonal sleeve, but he pulled away, and turned away. I was going to remind him about his sword but I knew I wanted to hold it and the person I was with wanted to take it. Cloud seemed to walk away in the other direction, and I picked up Sephiroth’s sword. When Sephiroth held it, it was long and very sharp, but when I held it, it was only about a foot and a half, and didn’t seem sharp at all.
“Oh it’s a (Q-something? Probably meant Karach (karach is a kind of a sword created out of chaos matter in a game called Planescape: Torment that reflects the mindstate of the one holding it))” my associate said, looking disappointed. “Sephiroth channels down the sword and creates it in the way that he uses it.” He picked up a pencil by the side of the road and wrapped it in tissues. “This should trick him into thinking I have it,” he said, and put it in his pocket.
I watched Sephiroth still walking down the road toward the sunset (he was headed west, and Cloud was going east), and wished I could help him somehow.
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