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lindsaydenniberg · 1 year

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#killermakeover #horrormovies #horrorfantasy #fantasy #neverendingstory #dreamscometrue #labyrinth #legend #singingintherain #pentagram #witchcraft #themovingimageaswitchcraft #witchesofinstagram #dreamsequence #hauntedmansion #masquerade #waltz #endlesswaltz #independentfilm #thewatcherinthewoods #spellbound #kenrussell #horrorart #horrormovie #womeninfilm #womeninhorror #womeninhollywood #womeninhell https://www.instagram.com/p/CkqxczQuWmK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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jilanifitness · 1 year

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“Stay focused, go after your dreams and keep moving toward your goals.” ... #dreams #dreamscape #dreamscience #dreamscapes #dreamsicle #dreamsequence #travelphotography #dreamspace #passionpassport #beautifuldestinations #dreamsweet #placestovisit #instagood #dreamsneakers #dream #globetrotter #travelpics #mytravel #allaroundtheworld #travelguru #traveltheworld #worldplaces #travelstyle https://www.instagram.com/p/Coo3J0apVMu/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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freegreatmovies · 2 years

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Val Kilmer and a giant animatronic bat from the deleted dream sequence for Batman Forever (1995). #valkilmer #batmanforever #dreamsequence #batman #joelschumacher https://www.instagram.com/p/CjhLdgiMUfI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#valkilmer #batmanforever #dreamsequence #batman #joelschumacher

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criticfilm · 1 year

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10 Signature Elements of Ingmar Bergman’s Filmmaking Style!

#IngmarBergman #FilmmakingStyle #SignatureElements #SwedishCinema #Existentialism #PsychologicalDrama #DreamSequences #Close-ups #Symbolism #Bergmanesque #Cinematography #FilmAnalysis

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hollowboobtheory · 2 months

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total drama island and the hunger games are literally the same genre and stylistically quite similar. they both utilize the formats of the reality television they satirize while pinching it up a bit by using more classic elements of their own mediums, like including shits it would be impossible to get on a reality set and non-objective visuals such a dreamsequences and hallucinations. recipes to follow when I'm out of the hospital and have both my hands

#beck rambles #total drama #the hunger games #the hospital tv is marathoning thg lol

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polkadotmotmot · 9 months

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Fritz Bornstück - Little Otis (Dreamsequence III), 2023

#up

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tjreidwrites · 4 months

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I read a passage from a dream sequence in my work in progress over a jam session @Holiday Tees and I had because why not?

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#writingaesthetic #bookstagram #writingcommunity #books #indieauthor #booktok #amwriting #dreamsequence #horrortok #thrillertok #midwestemo #jamsession #fictionalcharacters #writertok #writers

#book blog #writing #fiction #new writers corner #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #authors #literature #music #writers

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literaphobe · 1 year

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Ladynoir did not imagine having a family of fucked up cabbage patch babies for this 'platonic ladynoir' slander ladybug does not give her chaton chin scratches for this 'platonic ladynoir' slander they do not act like a married couple for this 'platonic ladynoir' slander chat noir didnt almost kill someone after losing his fucked up babies and the moustache he painstakingly grew a different color to his own hair (listen that takes effort) for this goddamn 'platonic ladynoir' SLANDER

ok but ONE THING that cracks me up so fucking hard about the ladynoir dream sequence™ IS THE FACT THAT THEY KEPT BREEDING . like . they get married. they have a kid. some akumas show up. they BOTH go on the battlefield. they BRING THE KID? THEY FEED THE BABY ON THE JOB? CHAT CATACLYSMS STUFF W A BABY STRAPPED TO HIM? and then they go to some island and have another and chat grows a mustache? and then they have TWO MORE? all while the other initial children are still in the same life stage. also no identity reveal happened in the dream. so do dreamsequence!ladybug and dreamsequence!chat noir like just have a family of four together without knowing who the other is??? like. i know they’re really sad and shit but their minds created this dream sequence together. can we take a step back and think about this a little more

#ask #ladynoir #mlbposting #miraculous ladybug

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devilscreekballad · 1 year

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Should I actually add in more dreamsequences with riddles?

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warrior-u-preservation · 2 years

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Ambrosia Page 22

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Characters and Concept by: Aisha Thani

Illustrated by: Worldismyne

Storyboarded and Colored by: Coffee

Myne: "Move over Olf, this is my new favorite page! I just have so much fun with horror and dreamsequences. Coffee really nailed it with the surreal colors, like Ambrosia's taking over the flashback entirely. It's just so pleasing to look at OwO"

Coffee: "I LOVE THIS PAGE!! it was so fun to color, and myne really nailed the expressions >w

#Warrior u #webcomic #comics on tumblr #unofficial #Ambrosia arc

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jilanifitness · 1 year

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“Stay focused, go after your dreams and keep moving toward your goals.” ... #dreams #dreamscape #dreamscience #dreamscapes #dreamsicle #dreamsequence #travelphotography #dreamspace #passionpassport #beautifuldestinations #dreamsweet #placestovisit #instagood #dreamsneakers #dream #globetrotter #travelpics #mytravel #allaroundtheworld #travelguru #traveltheworld #worldplaces #travelstyle (at Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel International Airport) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoodPy7pxT5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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certusbiscuit · 2 years

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Any chance you could put together a photoset of the dreamsequence from See How They Run?

Just to make sure I've got the right thing, do you mean this scene? If I'm right I'll clean them up a bit for you!

(This is only footage I have of this right now unfortunately!)

#asks

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dankalbumart · 2 months

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Dreamsequence 3 - The Collective by Blake Baxter Tresor 2001 House / Techno

#house #house music #techno #dance #dance music #electronic #electronic music #music #2000s #2000s music #2000's #2000's music #00s #00s music #00's #00's music

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indefatigablepaths · 4 months

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Switch-DreamSequence(freestyle)

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I am so bored

I don't pretend that

#planets #programming #space #youtube

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serephinastardust · 7 months

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Dreamsequence chapter for Eystria

Finding herself in an etheral plane, she has no memory of why she is here or what she was doing. Unsure if alive, dead, or dreaming, what will she do now?

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I found myself in a realm of ethereal twilight. I wasn’t sure how I got here and honestly; I didn’t even remember what it was I doing. So, I observed my surroundings, trying to get stock of my situation. If I was dreaming, this was a pretty fucking hard core lucid dream, one I never experienced before. I noted that the air seemed to crackle around me with energy, and the beneath my feet pulsed an unseen power. And looking at my feet, I realized the ground looked like my surroundings, so I really had no idea if I was standing or floating here.

As I took a few more minutes to observe myself and my surroundings, I slowly came to hear echoes of the ritual still resonating within me, intertwining with the whispers of ancient promises. I felt like my choice to slightly alter the ritual was a good one. One minor, completely harmless ritual, for the ability to obtain knowledge faster? I couldn’t fathom there would be a downside.

With my confidence confirmed, I decided to explore this ethereal twilight a bit. I couldn’t see anything worthy of note, and I needed to know why I was here and how to get back to the library. I really wanted to delve into those books. What felt like forever and no time at all, a tapestry of stars unfurled itself before me. For a moment I felt small beneath it, but the echoes of my ritual spurred me on and made that feeling quickly disappear.

“What are you?” I said out loud knowing no response would come. I could see all the constellations of my world on the tapestry, woven in an infinite number of combinations, like trying to tell a story. And I was no tapestry weaver, but it almost looked like it was still weaving as I analyzed it. Are those new constellations being woven? I was dumbfounded, were new constellations forming above my world?

Slowly observing old and new constellations alike, I could vaguely make out a telling of a tale of cosmic mysteries from them. Each individual star whispered secrets, their voices both seductive and menacing. There was promise of power beyond measure, the ability to rewrite fate, to reclaim what I had lost. The ethereal twilight, wrapped around me, slowly becoming pure darkness while I wasn’t paying attention. It was both comforting and suffocating at the same time.

In the distance, figures began to emerge from the obsidian shadows. My family, their forms luminous yet translucent, walked toward me with smiles that held both love and sorrow. Their voices reached me like distant echoes, their words a haunting melody. It took all my strength not to break down, I missed them oh so much.

“Elystria,” [Insert name] voice murmured, a whisper of wind through the ancient tress. “You need power to bring us back, to reunite our souls.”

With that sentence, a feeling of wrongness crept over me, if felt wrong. I was fairly confident it was something they wouldn’t say. Did I miss hear, then again it’s not like this was something we ever discussed. Do I even have a right to doubt them, considering I was the one that unfairly ended their lives? If only I could tell if this was dream or hallucination.

“What’s the cost mother?”, my girls said in unison, harmonizing like a choir, resonating in my ears. “Mother, the path you tread is perilous. What would you sacrifice for us? Everything?”

The stars overhead began to flicker, their lights dimming as if in warning. The promises of power intertwined with the many doubts that clawed at my heart. I reached out, my fingers brushing the translucent forms of my loved ones, their presence both tangible and intangible.

“We are always with you,” [insert name] voice echoes, a bittersweet melody that wrapped around my very soul. “We go where you go. We will support whatever decisions you make. We won’t judge. We never judge. My Star, my shadow, my dreamer, just remember, the darkness you are looking to embrace may consume not only you but also the very essence of who we were.”

Darkness? What darkness? I take a moment to look around at the ethereal twilight, trying to see what they see, but don’t. My surroundings started to waver now as I’m wondering about this darkness. Reality and illusion blending into an enigmatic dance, my very being, being torn between the allure of promises and warnings of my beloved family. The power I sought was getting closer to my reach, yet I was reminded of the price that hung heavy in the air. One I didn’t want to think about.

It was a reminder of the precarious balance between ambition and sacrifice. Slowly, everything faded, including my family, their words still echoing my mind. I awoke with a gasp, my heart pounding with a mixture of awe and dread.

So, it was a dream. I sigh in relief, and start to check where I am. Which was still in the same place I did the ritual. Even though echoes of my dream lingered, I felt some sort of conflict within.

Why do I feel this way over a dream? What even was that dream? Did something important happen? More self reflection for a time later I suppose.

I groan as I sit up, cold floor under my stomach making me shiver. I take a moment and try to recall what exactly it was that caused me to pass out. When it suddenly clicks, I take a moment to check the symbols on my body. I don’t see anything different about my body, no symbols, no blood, nothing but near flawless skin staring at me.

I suppose it’s a good thing that even I can’t see the symbols. I would probably always be distracted by them when talking to others, and if others saw them… I shrug, those things are better revealed in the future when I have enough power.

I pulled back on my clothes and put away my dagger and ink. I wonder if anyone here at library felt my ritual? I suppose if someone did, they would have already been here. I highly doubt I was unconscious for less than a second. I had to have been unconscious for multiple minutes, if not hours, right? Regardless I need to figure out how to activate the symbols so I can go about the rest of my business.

I walk over to the book I set on the table, and as soon as I touch it, I notice symbols light up on me, and knowledge pours in. I had originally thought I had finished this book with that learning about that last ritual but now, everything I missed or overlooked the first read through, is sifted, and organized into my mind. Like I had been researching this for decades.

Shell shocked doesn’t do justice to the state I’m in. But now I know how to work my symbols. I can utilize my symbols both verbally and mentally. That’s good. I nod at the inconspicuous nature of the ritual. And I specify what books I absorb…. Hmmm…. Interesting. I guess I don’t have to worry about those trashy romance novels trying to clog up my brain.

I chuckle a little, I’m glad I can specify what knowledge I’m in search for. Too bad I’ll have to experiment with how much knowledge I can take in at one time. I would hypothesize that if I tried to take in a whole library, I would run a high possibility of dying on the spot.

On that morbid thought, I try to get a read on how many books are in the room. I also briefly wonder if any of the symbols to bring me to books I seek. Taking a deep breath, I decided this room can’t be as big as the library outside. It’s big but I can at least see all levels and walls, whereas I couldn’t easily do that outside.

Absorb all books in this room.

With that thought all the symbols on my body light up so bright I’m forced to close my eyes. I pray I still have my vision after this, but I know I need to get out of here soon before someone figures out what I’m doing. And then pain hits my head like a meteor, but I will myself to not pass out. I could pass out when I was safe again.

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I found myself trying to shove onto Elystria, between dreaming, confusion, and lots of unintentional pain. I'm certain there are some area's I can shorten, or change all together. On another note, for all these ancient tomes shes' absorbing, will Elystria find more on the Convergence, or will she have to go searching elsewhere. And what about Dr. Marlowe and the Institute of Paranormal research, what do they want with her research. Is it strange that Elystria didn't notice the darkness even though her partner litterally told her she's all wrapped up in it. What will Elystria do now?

#female writers #my writing #writers on tumblr #novice writer #writers blog #fantasy #villain book #villains story #villain main character #main character villain

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wingsfromwhere · 7 months

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Yall remember 2016?

#SoundCloud

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