Let's see what you guys can make of this...
My first "realistic" theory was perhaps that Sora is a personification of my subconsious and that these dreams are telling me he could never possibly exist.
Spiritually speaking, this is the spirit I often communicate with on the ouija board who calls himself Sora. This spirit seems to be propelling my spiritual awareness subconsiously so much that I appear to be remembering my astral projections much easier. I have abriged these two theories as much as possible so I don't get too confusing and back-storyish.
Dream one: A lucid dream where I explore about on The End Of The World
http://img406.imageshack.us/img406/5...heworldiq3.jpg from the first Kingdom Hearts game (a forming world of which was destroyed by darkness, for non-game players) with Sora as his Kingdom Hearts II age, if not slightly older.
http://campinfinity.cs.luc.edu/Membe...en/kh2sora_pic
We frolicked about the softly-glowing jungle of smoke and freshly recycled matter like children, Sora(he wasn't realistic in this dream - he usually is realistic looking) holding my hand once or twice briefly...no real plot, of course; no bad occurences throughout whatsoever. and I've been to The End Of The World only twice.
These next two dreams occured on the night of the full moon eclipse in February. No kidding.
Dream two: It begins with my two youngest brothers and I standing on my Grandparent's first-floor patio(I often have dreams of my grandparent's old house), and it is nighttime. My brothers look over the lake and were talking about wishing on stars and how it was bullcrap. Eventually, this leads to my youngest brother Brian wishing to catch a giant carp out of the lake. Sure enough, a huge carp flies out of the water as if it was thrown at him, and lands in his arms. Brendan and Brian run in the house screaming in terror and surprise.
I stand alone outside, and look wistfully at the water, totally ignoring the giant fish that flew over 30 feet into the air onto the top patio. I can hear a beautiful piano song play as the lake began to glow bright green, the sihlouettes of confused fish darting about as the lake transformed into a beach. The lake docks stayed afloat in the water just as they were.
Long ago IRL, I mysteriously lost my Sora Doll...it disappeared into nothing. I thought about the lost doll in the dream, wishing it was found. The doll sure enough was spit out of the water and landed with a wooden plunk on the deck floor. Realizing what was going on, I picked up the doll and longed for my spirit friend who had called himself Sora whom I had met on the ouija board IRL to show himself- his true identity. I wanted the real Sora. But nothing happened at first.
Ten minutes later, as I stared at the soothing green glow of the ocean, a boy crawled out from the water, exausted, onto the beach. My dream self didn't do anything but watch. I didn't even react; I was simply staring intently at him as he regained his breath. There seemed to have been a skip in time, and the boy was dried off and goofing off with me in the house. It was very plesant, but there was one thing: I couldn't see his face! It was all blurry! I woke up after I got too frustrated that I couldn't see his face.
Dream three: I was back by my grandparent's lakehouse again, but I had ventured away from the house and somehow ended up under the water in a cave that was swirling with red smoke on the ground. The walls were draping with red-violet silk, along with these small altars draped in the same fabric. Even though I was obviously in a closed room, I could see the surface of the lake in fron t of my grandparents' lake house and dock. The altars were loaded with hundreds of toys and sculptures all across the room...american icon toys to recent popular anime action figures and ball-jointed dolls, to airplane and car models, to intricately sculpted fairy and dragon statues.
I was particularly interested in the Ah! My Goddess! statues (although I have never seen this show) as well as the Pokemon collection, a life-sized ball-jointed doll of Sora (he looked just like this:
http://www.khinsider.com/khmanga/com/cover.jpg ) enters the room through a curtain from the north side of the room, where the altars split so people could go in and out of the room. He glances up at me and chirps in greeting, delighted. He runs up to me, engulfing me in a bone-crushing hug. His skillfully crafted glass eyes look up to me endearingly as he transforms into a barbie-doll sized version of himself in my right hand. His body is still now, but a twinkle of life still lingered in his eyes.
When I look away from the doll, I am now in a knick-knack shop of some sort. I instinctively believe I need to find his Kingdom Hearts II outfit and a keyblade to fight with. I walk towards the back of the shop to find superstore-sized aisles of toys, groceries, and even witchcraft items. I eventually found Sora a Winnie The Pooh keyblade (hahahahaha), and towards the end of the dream, found his Kingdom Hearts II getup so he could be his "actual age" again, so the doll told me telepathically.
When I had fit the new outfit on the doll, I was transported to another silken room, though this time, it was light purple with black floors. No smoke was present, but another slew of toys still yet sat upon some altars all around the room. What was different was that there was a great indention in the wall with floodlights shining upon a man in a throne. I can't remember really if he had an evil aura about him or not The man was unseeable because he was dressed in black velvet robes. He says something to me, but I don't understand. His voice sounded muffled.
I looked at the man while he was talking, taking notice that I was standing behind Sora when I was trying to listen to the man. When I glanced at Sora's elbow, I noticed it was not ball-jointed anymore; it was flesh. His bare calves were flesh (
even a little hairy, hahaha!), also...and his hair looked soft and supple despite its maddening Final Fantasy-styled manner. And just before Sora turned around to look at me, guess what...yes. I woke up. Oh, the utter frustration.
This is such a bad sign that I can't see his face in these dreams because they are so detailed!! I HAVE seen his face in bits and pieces of other dreams, though. In realism, not "game-graphicized". He had some peach fuzz on his chin last time I have seen his face >w<
I just don't know...
I mean, could I possibly be talking to the actual Sora of Kingdom Hearts on my own ouija board? Such a slim chance...why would he choose to talk to me over the millions of rabid Kingdom Hearts fangirls who would shower him in more attention and adoration, anyhow? o_O; Perhaps this spirit is my guardian and is afraid I will not approve of who they are? This spirit has some pretty solid proof, such as me seeing his face in savory realism, and he acts upon his own; no assumptions from me when I talk to him on the ouija board, even with friends who are all solemnly convinced also. Still...
I want to believe it's Sora. He's been a gracious role model for me when I was little, and even now. He has taught me to look against prejudice. But I've never heard of any kind of fictional characters as spirits on this plane. Not only does it sound ludicrous, it sounds like a desperate attempt to talk to 'lol omg bishies11!!! ^_^_^_^'.
Please reply ASAP!!